The Vow by Pepper Phillips

The Vow AoMS whiteHere is the cover for The Vow, that will be included in Weddings on Main Street, our boxed set of eleven wedding stories.

This was a difficult book to write, as it is about a breast cancer victim.

Here’s the short blurb.

The Vow by Pepper Phillips

Coming home after ten years, Ann Normand is discouraged to find nothing has changed. She’s still not wanted.

Except for Clay Couvillion. He’s a man now and he wants her to stay. Can she forget the past and open her heart or will she run again?

Since I had breast cancer in 2009, writing parts of the story brought back those memories. But deep down, it’s a book about hope and falling in love. I hope that readers will enjoy the story and let it touch their hearts like it touched mine while writing it.

Weddings and More Weddings!

wedding cakeI’m anxiously awaiting the newest offering from Authors of Main Street. With the eleven outstanding authors, this bundle of wedding stories is sure to be a great read and a super buy.
I can’t wait for its release.
As I sat on my deck last night, the air was still, but comfortable. The landscape lights flickered on and spread a beautiful array of soft buttery strips of light across the grass.
Stories and authors are similar to those light strips. None are the same. WEDDINGS ON MAIN STREET are as diverse as the lighting that caught my eye last night. They’re all different. That’s what I expect from the collection soon to be available June 9th.
I’m heading over for my copy of WEDDINGS ON MAIN STREET once it’s released. How about you?

A Smoky Mountain Wedding – Book Two, coming soon.
My books are available at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Kobo, Sony, Diesel, Apple and Smashwords.
You can find links on my website, here.


Carol DeVaney

Wedding Surprise

HolidayBabies -mI thought that my box set Holiday Babies would consist of three novels: the stories of the two oldest Ramsay sisters, Madelyn and Roxanne, and that of their mother, Barbara.

But what could I do when many readers emailed me asking for the stories of the two youngest Ramsay sisters, Claire and Tiffany, and that of stepsister, Monica?

Christmas Babies MmA heartwarming holiday story, set in South Florida.
Dedicated to her patients, the serious Dr. Madelyn Ramsay never had time for fun. An unexpected health problem jolts her into the realization that there’s more to life than just work. But can she handle the charming and secretive Dr. Nick Preston who carries his own package of disillusions? Can she allow two newborn twins to worm their way into her heart?

Mw2-ValentineBabies Twitter expThis story will take you from the heart of Kentucky to South Florida and Atlanta, and then to Iraq and Germany.
Fearless reporter, Roxanne Ramsay, doesn’t think twice before traveling for important assignments, even in a war zone–until her last trip leads her to a life-altering mistake.
At his best friends’ wedding, Dr. Greg Hayes, who has a serious phobia of planes, can’t take his eyes off the lovely maid of honor. Getting involved with the strong-headed and too generous reporter involves more complications than the bright doctor has ever faced in the OR. Yet what wouldn’t he do to save the love of his life and her baby?

Widowed for seven years, Barbara Ramsay lives and breathes for her five grownup daughters and their babies. She’s also used to chatting over the phone with her good friend, Lou. But why has he invited her to come to Paris with his TV Network crew? Powerful News Director, Lou Roland is certainly not marriage material, yet he has suddenly decided he wants Barbara in his arms. Can the over-fifty confirmed bachelor and the widow loyal to her husband’s memory find true love and share a future?

I decided to give in to my readers’ demands and write Claire’s story at the same time the Authors of Main Street organized a new box set.

WEDDING SURPRISE (Holiday Babies Series II) will be part of the 11 book box to be published in June, WEDDINGS ON MAIN STREET.


Claire and life-long boyfriend, David, faced many challenges over the years, and there were times when she thought she would lose him. Finally, Claire’s dream of a wonderful white wedding to the man she loves is about to come true. Then Adriana, the high-school classmate who’s tried to snatch David several times, makes an announcement that threatens to destroy the couple’s happiness. The Ramsey clan all pull together to help, but do Claire and David love each other enough to stay together?


I can’t wait to read the ten other stories in WEDDINGS ON MAIN STREET.

Second Chance Wedding by Leigh Morgan

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On June 9th, my stand-alone novella, SECOND CHANCE WEDDING, will be available as part of the 11 novella boxed set from Authors of Main Street: Weddings on Main Street.

I hope that you like the cover as much as I do. SECOND CHANCE WEDDING is a story of coming home again, healing, and a second chance at finding love to last a lifetime. Lemons and flowers – it seemed to fit. Sweet, with a bit of sizzle and summer heat. (A bit of spice – 3/5 flames)




Life converged on Mel MacAlister with a ferocity it hadn’t shown since she lost both of her parents in a car accident halfway through kindergarten. There were those in her profession who announced with a kind of elitist superiority they found charming, that children in general didn’t have clear memories before the age of two, and after a traumatic loss at the tender age of five, any memories she specifically may have had of her parents, were most certainly the product of fantasy more than memory.

What a load of crap.

Mel remembered.

She remembered the scent of her mother’s perfume on her pillow after Melody MacAlister snuggled with her. She remembered the deep rumbling sound of her father’s laugh when the three of them danced to the Steve Miller Band in their kitchen that always smelled of fresh baked bread. She remembered chocolate cake for breakfast and eggs for dinner. She remembered “silly Saturdays” spent by the lake, and the fact that the lake was called a pond, even though it was way too big to be called a pond. She remembered being carried to bed in strong arms and read to every night to keep the monsters out of the closet and away from under the bed. She remembered the stench of the hospital; the creepiness of the funeral director; the sadness on her grandmother’s face as the big men with expressionless faces lowered her parents into the black earth.

She remembered the first day at her new school, Shute Pond Elementary, in the small-town named after the lake that was too big to be a pond. She remembered one blond-haired girl coming up to her where she stood alone on the playground at recess, hand thrust out like she was an adult business person saying hello. Instead of saying “hello”, she said, I’m sorry your parents are dead. I want to be your friend. My name’s Wendy.

Now, here she was, twenty-eight years later, rehearsing for tomorrow’s walk down the aisle as Wendy Doonan’s maid of honor.

Yep, a lot had happened in almost three decades. Fate had been kind to her for the most part since she first met Wendy. Until now. Until today. Until she had to come face to face with Conall O’Malley, her first, and only, real love.

 Conall loved four women in his lifetime: his mother, his niece, Kitt MacAlister, and her pain-in-the-ass granddaughter, “Mel” MacAlister. Her real name was Sunshine Melody MacAlister. When he had stolen her lunchbox while walking home from school in second grade, she punched him in the face. His father was so angry with him for what he called tormenting a wee girl. She had been a “wee” girl then. She still was a half-pint. When his mother saw his blackening eye, she said, you’ve been hit by sunshine, laddy. If I were you, I’d treat something so bright with more respect from now on.

Post Script:

I’m dancing on sunshine, anticipating the June 9th release of SECOND CHANCE WEDDING, and all of the marvelous wedding novellas set to release in Weddings on Main Street. Enjoy! I know I will.

Kiss the Bridesmaid by Susan R. Hughes

BrideCover.inddOn June 9th, my brand-new novella, Kiss the Bridesmaid, will be available as part of the Weddings on Main Street boxed set.

The story is a sequel to Secret Vow. Taking place in the fictional town of Eastport, Ontario, where Brooke and Ian fell in love, it picks up seven months later as Brooke and Ian are preparing for their wedding. If you’ve read Secret Vow, you’ll enjoy revisiting the town and the characters living there, but you don’t need to have read it in order to follow the story. Kiss the Bridesmaid centers on Ian’s long-lost sister, Mari, and the wedding photographer, Jake. This is a sweet love story with just a touch of heat.

After a disastrous marriage, Jake isn’t looking for another serious relationship. He only wants to provide a better life for his four-year-old daughter. But his resolve falls apart when he sets eyes on Mari Bennett, and a near-tragedy spurs him to place his heart on the line again.

Having moved from the city to a small town to take up beekeeping, then met the brother she never knew she had, Mari figures serving as a bridesmaid should be a piece of cake. The icing on that cake turns out to be the gorgeous wedding photographer with an adorable daughter. Life couldn’t be sweeter until a problem Mari had thought she’d left in the past resurfaces to threaten her future.

I hope you’ll pick up a copy of Weddings on Main Street and enjoy Kiss the Bridesmaid along with ten other wedding stories by my talented fellow Main Street authors!



April Fool Bride by Joan Reeves

AFB_V2_2400px3200pReveal: April Fool BrideFor several months, I’ve been keeping the lid on my work in progress. Now I can reveal all: cover, publishing date, blurb, and excerpt. I’m even going to tease you with a video.

April Fool Bride is my novella that will appear in Weddings on Main Street, an anthology about, well, weddings of course! I hope you love the cover as much as I do.

This Box Set by eleven of us Authors of Main Street, consists of eleven novellas of varying degrees of sugar and/or spice. April Fool Bride is a bit spicy because I like a side order of sexy in my romance novels.

I plan to publish my novella separately a month after the release of the box set. April Fool Bride is the first of my new romance novella series: All Brides Are Beautiful.

(I had wanted to embed the video here, but after working 2 hours at midnight last night, I learned WordPress doesn’t allow enough usage MB to do this. Please visit YouTube for the video April Fool Bride:

Blurbing April Fool Bride

Oil heiress Madeline Quinn needs a husband by the time she turns twenty-five in order to claim her full inheritance. Mad Maddie, as the tabloids christened her, has learned the hard way that men only see dollar signs when they look at her.

A marriage of convenience is the solution, and Maddie turns to the one man in the world she can trust, her housekeeper’s son who always treated her like a little sister when they were kids.

Jake Becker hasn’t seen Maddie since the night she tried to seduce him. Why should he help the woman who changed the course of his life? Simple. Revenge.

Or is it something else. Something that simmers between them that neither Maddie nor Jake can resist?

Excerpt from April Fool Bride

Jake drained his cup and went back to the coffee carafe for more, using the time to mull over her “offer.”

He didn’t know what was going on in that rich girl brain of hers, but whatever it was, it was definitely intriguing. And so was Maddie. He’d be lying if he said she didn’t make his pulse throb. She wasn’t conventionally pretty, but her face was arresting. Striking. Appealing in its sensuality.

Her lips drew his gaze. Briefly, he allowed himself to think about covering her mouth with his. How would she taste? How would it feel to have her mouth on him. Heat uncurled within him, and he had to fight the images.

He didn’t have anything better to do at the moment, he told himself. So why not string her along? See what she wanted. He turned and faced Maddie. Crossing his arms, he leaning back against the black granite counter, aiming for nonchalance. “Okay. Tell me more. Who do I have to kill for this great financial opportunity?”

“Oh, it’s nothing like that,” Maddie said in a rush. “You just have to marry me.”

Post Script

I hope you’ll like April Fool Bride. Please join me in June for April Fool Bride and Weddings on Main Street.

(Joan Reeves writes sassy, sexy Contemporary Romance. Her books are available at all major ebook sellers with audio editions available at Amazon,, and iTunes. Joan publishes Writing Hacks, a free subscription newsletter for writers, and I LUV Books, a free subscription newsletter for readers. Visit her blog, SlingWords. Watch her videos for writers and readers.

What a Cowgirl Wants

My contribution to the Weddings on Main Street is a novella that ties in to my Lone Star Cowboys series. I thought the series was finished with my latest release, Behind a Texas Badge, but my fans were so sorry to see the series end, and they had a couple of questions they still wanted answers to, so I got the idea of doing this novella for the next couple in the series who were due to be married–Blake and Mandy.


Mandy has always dreamed of having a fairy-tale wedding. Unfortunately, she has a limited budget. Her friends pitch in to help her, but problems crop up that she doesn’t expect. Should she postpone the wedding or lower her expectations?

I’ve tried to make this novella as stand alone as possible. Though fans of the series will obviously get the most out of it, I think anyone can pick it up and figure out fairly quickly who is who. I hope it strikes a chord with brides, soon-to-be-brides, and those who have been there, done that, and know what it’s like.

No bridezillas in this story because Mandy is not that type. She handles everything tossed her way, though she worries about how it will all turn out. Come see how she deals with the frustrations of planning a wedding on a shoestring when what she really wants is the royal treatment.

If you’d like to read Mandy and Blake’s story of how they met and fell in love, you can find it in Between Lonesome and Texas.

When you're stuck somewhere between Lonesome and Texas, which way do you turn? In one direction lies freedom. In the other, love. Or is there a way to have both?

When you’re stuck somewhere between Lonesome and Texas, which way do you turn? In one direction lies freedom. In the other, love. Or is there a way to have both?


Stuck With You

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We are just weeks away from releasing our latest (and greatest) Authors of Main Street Wedding Anthology. I like my characters so much that I might have to write a sequel and go with them to Kenya. KENYA. What was I thinking? I know nothing about Kenya!

It’s always interesting to look at my first attempt (I’ve heard the first draft called vomit on the page–just spit it all out–is the writerly advice–and revise, revise, revise) versus the final, or in this case, the nearly final rendition. I published my first chapter of Stuck a few weeks ago. You can read it here:

And here’s what the chapter looks like after having spent time with my writing group and my critique partners.


Click. Click. Click. Stainless steel and glistening marble. No family pictures or personal mementos. Emotionally dead. A zombie.
Andie pushed open the walk-in closet and tweaked her assessment. A zombie wearing Armani. She snapped a few photos of the shoes lined up like soldiers on the shelves and the shirts hung with every collar facing north. Tempted to grab a fistful of the pinpoint Oxford shirts and wrinkle the heavy starched fabric, she controlled herself and instead searched the ground and dark corners, hoping to find a stray jock-strap or a Twinkie wrapper—anything incriminating. But Grayson Dodd was too good. Or, more likely, he hired someone to make him look good. He probably had someone come in to keep the contents of his medicine cabinet in alphabetical order and his sock drawer color coordinated.
She snapped a few more shots of the bedroom before heading to the balcony. In a few more minutes, she would be rewarded with a view of Catalina lying in a blue, sparkling sea. The Newport shots required patience and perfect timing. The morning marine layer often wouldn’t burn off until noon and by four p.m. it generally returned. This meant that she usually ate her lunch in a fast food parking lot, napkins carefully protecting her work uniform—a black linen skirt and creamy lace top.
Andie sat at the bistro table with the chairs strategically placed so that the balcony rail wouldn’t interfere with the view, and waited for the sun to work its magic. Far below her the cars moved along the crowded parkway. Clients and sellers wanted to see Catalina Island—not Southern Orange County’s busy streets.

Andie scrolled through the photos on her camera, assuring herself that as soon as she had the ocean shots she would have the bones of a decent flier. She let the sun warm her shoulders and closed her eyes, imagining Grayson Dodd’s reaction to her work…She knew it wasn’t fair to dislike him just because he was marrying her cousin, Kayla. Sure, he had an apartment with all the warmth and appeal of a Modani showroom, but maybe he was a decent guy. She had only met him a few times. It was nice of him to give her mom the listing.
Andie stood and rolled her shoulders. She knew that Kayla and Grayson were a set match. Everyone said so. And even if they had their flaws—Grayson’s million dollar view was perfect. When the sun finally overcame the fog, she snapped the photos, said goodbye to Catalina, tucked her camera into her case, locked all the doors and headed for the elevator.
Verbiage ran through her head while she waited. Location, location, location! Ocean views from this cozy (aka small) Newport Coast charmer (aka last century condo.)Typically, she loved her job…well, she didn’t hate it…at least she was a photographer…but now, as the elevator slid between floors, a funk she didn’t know how, or didn’t want to acknowledge settled over her as heavy and dense as the Newport fog. She couldn’t look at it too closely, because she knew if she did she’d find the cause of her bad mood…Jeremy Zimmerman. And she didn’t want to find Jeremy Zimmerman anywhere, especially not inside her head. It was bad enough knowing that she would have to face him at Kayla’s wedding.
The doors slid open. Andie looked up from her camera’s display screen and saw Grayson Dodd leaning against the back wall, wearing a pair of khaki shorts, a Camp Pendleton Mud Run T-shirt and a pair of leather flip flops. Where were the pinpoint Oxford shirt and wingtip shoes?
She nodded at him and pushed the elevator button.
“Hey,” he said as the doors closed. “Hi.”
She smiled and hoped it looked sincere and not as forced as it felt. “I just shot your condo.”
“That seems harsh.” He grinned. “Did it bleed?”
“Huh, no. Do you want to see? I got some pretty good shots of Catalina.”
“So—you’re not only a condo killer, but an island assassin.”
“I have a camera. I know how to use it.” She tried to read him. His light gray eyes stared back at her from behind wire rimmed glasses. She didn’t know this Grayson. He was different—and the difference extended beyond his wardrobe. “I can shoot you too. Right here. Right now.”
He shuddered. “Scary.”
She shrugged and grinned. “I can plaster you all over Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. I even do LinkedIn.” Her voice caught as the elevator hiccoughed and bounced.
Andie stopped thinking of shooting Grayson when the elevator shuddered a mechanical sigh and stopped. The lights flickered and died.
“What the—?” Andie reached for the control panel and ran her fingers over the buttons. She blinked at them. Maybe her eyes would adjust to the perfect dark. But maybe not. She fumbled in her purse and pulled out her phone.
No service.
It provided a faint, milky light and she used it to inspect the control panel. A red plaque had the words In case of an emergency, please call:1-800-555-help.
“Good to know,” Grayson said as he pulled out his phone. “Assuming you had service.”
Andie spotted a large red button and pushed it. Almost immediately, an alarm wailed. It echoed through the tiny space and filled Andie’s head. “Someone will come now right?” She had to yell to be heard over the alarm. “The alarm will tell someone that we’re stuck.”
But no one came.
Time grounded to a halt.
“Why don’t I lift you up?” Grayson suggested. “Maybe you can crawl through the roof.”
“And then what? I’m not Laura Croft. This isn’t an action movie.”
He laughed again, a soft sound, barely audible above the alarm. “I’m not looking for action.”
“Oh!” she harrumphed. She actually harrumphed. Little old ladies like Grammy Dean harrumphed and now she was harrumphing too. Next thing—knitting, canasta, and Bonanza reruns. “You are not picking me up.” She winced at the double entendra.
“Well, I would suggest you pick me up, but I don’t think you could…at least not in the literal sense.”
Was he flirting with her? Ew. She tried to ignore him. Leaning against the far wall, as far as possible from Grayson, she was hypersensitive to him. He didn’t say anything, but she still felt him. She really couldn’t hear anything above the noise of the alarm, but she could swear she felt him breathe. His nearness crackled like electricity. Her skin prickled. He smelled like soap. A really nice, lavender sort of soap. Which made her wonder if males should use lavender soap. Maybe it was Kayla’s soap. Which made her think of bathing, which led to bathrooms, and the absence of such an important necessity…
Panic fluttered in Andie’s belly. She pounded on the door until her hands throbbed. She sat on the floor and used both of her feet to kick the door. Her screaming barely rose above the wailing alarm.
“Hello?” A voice from the outside. “Is someone in there?”
Finally! Andie breathed a sigh of relief that all of her banging and yelling had actually been useful. “Yes!” she screamed.
“Are you hurt?” the voice asked.
“Only my feelings,” Grayson said.
“I’ll go and get security,” the voice said.
“It won’t be long now,” Grayson told her.
Andie harrumphed again. She was getting good at it.
Time stretched and slowed until it stood still.
“Security here,” said a new, deeper voice. “Are you still there?”
“Where did you think we would go?” Andie rolled her eyes for the benefit of no one. Eye rolling and harrumphing had become her fallback positions.
“Pull the emergency button!” the voice instructed.
“I did that!” Andie yelled.
A light flickered as Grayson used his phone to located the red knob. He tried pulling it. “It’s stuck,” he confirmed.
“Call the fire department!” Andie yelled.
“What are they going to do?” Grayson asked. “Use the jaws of life?”
“Why is that stupid?”
“Did I say it was stupid?”
“No, but you said it like you thought it was stupid.” Andie wasn’t sure because she couldn’t see him, but she thought Grayson rolled his eyes. “Hello?” Andie pressed her nose against the heavy metal doors and tried calling through them.
“Hello,” Grayson said.
She rested her forehead on the doors. They felt smooth, cold and solid. “I’m not talking to you!”
“Too bad. We’ve been in here for almost a half hour and I’m getting bored.”
They sat in silence for hours, or maybe a few minutes. Andie wasn’t sure which.
“Okay!” The security voice returned. “Just called the elevator guy. He can be here in 40 minutes.”
“Forty minutes!” Andie and Grayson both said at the same time.
“I can’t stay here for another 40 minutes,” Andie complained.
“What’s the worst thing that can happen?”
She knew exactly what the worst thing that could happen was. She would have to designate a pee corner and she would have to squat and pee in front of Grayson Dodd. She fumbled in her purse for…anything. She pulled out her keys and tried wedging the skinniest one under the red knob. It didn’t budge. Using her phone for a light, she studied the control panel. It had four tiny holes for a screw driver. Knowing she didn’t have anything the right size, she swung the light at Grayson.
He blinked at her behind wire rimmed glasses. Without thinking twice, she ripped the glasses off his face and broke off an arm.
“Do you want to stay in here?” Andie pointed the broken glasses at him with a shaky hand. “Do you want to pee in a corner?”
“Huh, no.”
“Me neither.” She tried poking the broken arm of the glasses into one of the tiny holes. Nothing.
“Here, give it to me.” Grayson held out his hand.
Sighing, she handed it over.
Grayson bent it to form a loop and eased it under the knob. Holding onto the broken eyeglass arm, he leaned back, using all of his weight. Nothing. He turned to her. “Help me?”
Andie opened her mouth to complain, but soon realized his plan and complied. She put her arms around his waist and tried to not stand too close.
“Better idea. Switch places.” He placed his hand on her shoulder and guided her so that she stood in front of him. Taking the newly created wire loop, he wrapped it beneath the red knob. “Lean against me,” he said.
She leaned. Nothing. Well, something, but it was more an internal, zipping blood thing than a mechanical, fix the elevator sort of thing.
“On the count of three, jump backwards,” Grayson said. “Don’t be afraid to hurt me.”
Andie nodded. She felt dizzy standing in the circle of Grayson’s arms.
“One. Two. Three.”
The knob popped as they jumped away. Grayson fell to the floor, and Andie landed on top of him.
The light flickered on and the alarm went silent. The elevator lurched once before starting and grinding to a stop. The doors slid open.
Andie blinked against the sudden light and tried to sit up without touching Grayson. She scrambled away from him, crablike, stood and brushed off her skirt. She knew that she should say something, anything, but she hurried away, relieved that she wouldn’t need the pee corner after all.

Best Laid Plans — Jill James

Allen Saunders: Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans.
—Publishers Syndicate

Everyone knows that saying. You make all the best of plans, and then life slaps you upside the head. LOL

When the Main Street Authors decided to do a wedding boxed set this June I thought I would have no problem coming up with a story. Ha! Joke’s on me. I had not a single, solitary idea in my head. (not the first time that’s happened either) So, I decided to take an old story idea (DA protecting a witness), a character from Divorce, Interrupted (daughter, Michelle) and I would write a story. Um, no! It wasn’t happening and the deadline was approaching. Will write that story later.

Idea #2 – take an old story out of the mothballs and resurrect it for the boxed set. Great! Now we’re talking! Um, no! Accidentally in Love is a great story, but destined to be way bigger than the 15-25K we decided on for this set. Probably close to 40K when I get back to it.

Idea #3 – So, all out of ideas at the moment I turned to my best friend and asked if I could borrow her life for a story. I was very timid to ask, after all, this is her life we are talking about. She said YES!! This worked out great, because just the idea of using part of her life was enough to get the creative juices flowing. So…

TheReluctantBride 200x300The Reluctant Bride is my contribution to the Weddings on Main Street boxed set by the Authors of Main Street.

Claire Woods and Jimmy Tyler were high-school sweethearts with a marriage proposal on prom night. Ten years later and they are no closer to the altar than that far away romantic night, thanks to Claire’s family. Traits run in families, divorce runs in Claire’s. Her parents have eight marriages and numerous divorces between them. And her siblings aren’t much better, with her twin, Corrine ready to walk down the aisle for marriage #5. But is she?

Jimmy Tyler has a plan and with the help of Claire’s siblings and family he may just get his reluctant bride surprised, ambushed, and to the church in time.

Weddings on Main Street by the Authors of Main Street is set to release
June 9th, 2014. Save the Date and hope to see you there.

I had a reluctant Groom. He didn’t want to get married before his 25th birthday. Our wedding was 2 days after his birthday. This June will be 26 years.

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Even At A Wedding, We Need Jack


While wedding season is upon us here on Authors of Main Street, we still need someone out there keeping those streets clean from the riff-raff–such as those who will try to photobomb the bride and groom.

Or worse–just bomb them.

This calls for Jack Bauer.

A nice segueway to a little fan squee, right?

LIVE-ANOTHER-DAYAs a huge fan of the show 24, I’m absolutely thrilled Jack is back.

We need him–especially since Breaking Bad has ended, and Justified and Downtown Abbey are between seasons. And to take out that suspicious guy carrying in floral bouquets. He’s probably a terrorist.

melancholiaJack won’t make a scene. You’ll probably never even know a take down went down. He’s that good.

And one thing about Jack–he’s always on time–even when he’s running out of it.

This season’s first episode, Day 9, opens with Jack wanted by the government as a suspect in a planned hit on the president. William Devane returns to the show, this time as President Heller (we loved him as Secretary of Defense) and this plot line is especially dear to my heart as it involves Audrey Raines–the great love of Jack’s life (post Teri).

Aww, yeah.
Another favorite is of course, Chloe. She’s had her own ups and downs as well as killer mood swings that make Jack yell. And she’d be the one to tell you your dress makes you look fat. But she can make it up to you by getting you some top grade computer hardware at a great discount.
Love ya, Little Miss Snarky.
There are a thousand other reasons to love 24, his wedding security skills, nothwithstanding, but perhaps the most endearing are the Jack Bauer sayings and motivational posters littering the web. I leave you with a few awesome offerings:
Jack Bauer shot Helen Keller in the knee to make her talk.
When Jack Bauer was a child, he made his mother finish his vegetables.
Jack Bauer is the only reason why Waldo is hiding.
 (H/T Tropic Thunder for the posters)

And he’ll make sure the groom seals the deal at the altar. At gunpoint, if necessary.

If you’ve missed the first episode of Day 9, catch up here!