Always a bridesmaid and never a bride worked just fine for me; marriage required commitment. Of course, so did insanity. Coincidence? I think not.
Not too long ago I read Dictatorship of the Dress by Jessica Topper and I loved it. She was a new to me author and I am always thrilled to find those. I knew there would be more books so when Courtship of the Cake came up I was excited to see the story was about Danica James, Laney’s best friend. All through the previous book we heard WWDD- What would Dani do and now we would find out!
Dani James cannot get the man named Mick out her head. She met him many months ago and he was instantly the one. They connected in a way she never had with another man. But night turned into morning and it seemed like Mick had pulled one over on her and stolen her sister’s wedding gifts. Dani left without ever knowing the truth and Mick was stuck in a police station for a crime he did not commit.
Mick Spencer was really there because he is a cake designer and had been living in New Orleans for a time. Being arrested served as sort of a wake up call and he decided to go back home and work in the family bakery. He makes magic when he creates cakes and he makes magic with all the women at the weddings he works for. Dani was someone special, someone he can’t seem to find again so now he will do his best to screw her out of his mind. Even if that doesn’t seem possible.
Dani has taken to the road. She is a backstage masseuse for a travelling rock festival. She enjoys the work and the music but makes a bad decision and eats some baked goods left on a counter. One serious acid trip later and she has been fired from her job. She is immediately picked up by Nash Drama. Nash is a well-known music star but is also not that great of a person. He has a form of progressive arthritis that he is keeping secret and needs Dani’s help. He has been offered the key to his hometown, all he has to do is go back and claim it. But back home is someone he loved and left, the mother to his son. He cannot go back as the man the world knows him as so he asks Dani to pose as his wife. Dani has nothing better to do and nowhere better to be so she agrees.
The not so happily engaged couple arrives in Nash’s hometown and their first stop is the bakery of Nash’s best friend. Who also happens to be Mick. The shock of learning that her Mick is Nash’s long time best friend is overwhelming. Dani will now be forced to play a role for Nash all the while being around the one man who sees inside of her. Mick isn’t willing to let things go and decides to push Dani. Nash needs Dani’s support but with so many other things going on how will this really all play out and who will end up with who when al the dust settles?
One of my favorite things about Dictatorship of the Dress was the style in which it was written. The reader flashed back to parts of the main characters lives so we could have the whole picture of who they are and where they came from. In this book, it was too overwhelming. I think there were too many characters and too many things to flash back to. I started to get whiplash with all the time changes and point of view changes.
I couldn’t figure that part out ok but what really pulled me out of the story was the characters. I wasn’t sure I liked a single one of them, especially Mick. He was a horndog and had too many women tripping over his every word. I didn’t expect him to be celibate once he wasn’t able to find Dani but he seemed to be trying to screw his way through the town. Nash is a serious jerk and I don’t know why anyone put up with him. Quinn, Nash’s baby mom, was a very angry person. And Dani, well she was all over the place, all the time. I ended up not caring what happened to anyone.
Overall, for as much as I loved the first book, I didn’t care for this one. I was too confused and generally apathetic to the character towards the end. Because the authors writing style is so unique and I enjoyed book 1 so much, I will still try her again. Maybe it just this one that wasn’t working for me. Final grade- C-
“Hot damn, you’re gorgeous. All blond and big‑eyed, with those pouty blow‑me lips . . . just like a little blond china doll. Wanna move this to the back of the bus?” he stage‑whispered.
“You need a shower.” And a toothbrush. Not exactly the most memorable first line I’d shared when given airtime with a celebrity. Or the most flattering.
He shook his shaggy blond hair into his eyes with exaggerated effort. “So you wanna do me in the shower, then? Tight quarters, but I’m game.”
“I think you mean gamey.”