Save the Date


Hello, bloggie friends! I've had a lot of sweet emails sent my way requesting a sneak peek at this February's release, Save the Date. (Cover above not our final version. Side note: I own that same dress.)  I thought I would share a chapter today. First, here's a rough little blurb:

Desperate times call for desperate proposals.

Former NFL star Alex Sinclair is a man who has it all–except the votes he needs to win his bid for Congress. Despite their mutual dislike, Alex makes Lucy a proposition: pose as his fiancee in return for the money she desperately needs to keep her girls home afloat. As Lucy is forced into South Carolina high society, she discovers the very people she wanted to stay away from are the ones who know secrets about her past. Bound to a man who isn't quite what he seems, Lucy will find her heart on the line as she helps Alex in his campaign, knowing when it's over she will have to walk away. But when God asks Alex and Lucy to scrap their playbook and follow his rules, will they finally say, “I do”?


It was a good night to get engaged.

The moon was full. The candles lit. And Lucy Wiltshire wore a new black sheath that would have made Audrey Hepburn jealous. Her friends might say it was just another old find from the secondhand shop, but Lucy had known from the moment she’d spied the dress that it had been something more. Found on a tightly crammed rack between an avocado peacoat and an acid-washed denim skirt that had seen one too many Bon Jovi concerts, the dress had just called out to her. Buy me. I’m yours. We belong together.

And buy it she did. Despite the fact that the bodice was a bit tight, and she’d had to let out the waist a few inches, the dress just felt right. It made Lucy want to twirl in her tiny kitchen, letting her kitten heels slide across the gray tile floor.

It was the perfect outfit to wear when getting proposed to. She had dreamed of this day since she was six and had thrown a wedding for Barbie. And now her own Ken doll was four feet away, acting nervous as a man with marriage on his mind and a solitaire in his pocket.

Matthew tugged his navy tie loose and sat down at the kitchen table.

“Good day?” Lucy asked, as she put some garlic bread in the oven, humming to herself.

“It was fine.” His voice was distracted, his focus on the stack of mail she had yet to move. “What’s this?” He held up a gold embellished card.

She glanced his way then quickly turned back to the oven. “It’s nothing.”

“It looks like a class reunion invitation. I thought you didn’t graduate in Charleston.”

Her childhood in South Carolina was the last thing she wanted to discuss tonight. Or ever. “Obviously it’s a mistake on someone’s part.” Or a cruel joke. The daughter of a maid, Lucy had been on the very bottom of the social food chain at the elite Montrose Academy. Her mother had cleaned the homes of her classmates. And they had never let her forget Lucy wasn’t one of them. But now, back in Charleston, life couldn’t be sweeter.

“Or maybe they just want to see you.”

Lucy sat down and stared at the man who had asked her out one year ago today. Matt’s fingers drumming next to his plate seemed out of sync for someone who was normally as calm as a morning sunrise. She adored his predictability. His sandy-blond hair always parted to the left. His white shirts starched and perfectly creased in the sleeves.

The timer over the stove dinged, and Lucy jumped up to take out the bread. “I hope you’re hungry. I made your favorites.” “I noticed.”

Lucy threw the bread in a basket and placed it on the table. Grabbing his plate, she loaded it with her homemade noodles, her own secret recipe marinara sauce, and a salad—easy on the dressing, just like he liked. Lucy could envision them sitting together thirty years from now, sharing a meal and talking about their day.

“Maybe you should go to the reunion.” Matt neatly placed his napkin in his lap. “If you’re wanting to start that girls’ home, you’re going to need to rub elbows with as many people in the community as you can.”

Lucy watched him as she sat down. “I’ll get the funding from somewhere else. That’s what federal grants are for. And besides it’s the same night as your award ceremony.”

Matt was going to be honored for his charity work with senior citizens. An accountant, he had donated countless hours helping the older folks in Charleston with their taxes and providing free financial counseling. Every day she gave God a big “thank you” for sending Matt her way. He was . . . perfect. He called his mother twice a week. He led a Bible study and played on a baseball league at church. He read autobiographies and watched CNBC. The guy drove a Volvo. What more could she ask for?

“Lucy?” Matt’s face was taut as he reached for her hand.

This was it. She was going to become Mrs. Matthew Campbell. She hoped her lip gloss was still on. And where had she put that camera? If any occasion called for a “extend arm and take your own photo,” this was it.

He swallowed and folded his fingers over hers. “I have something I need to talk to you about.”

Her vision blurred with unshed tears. They would have a boy and a girl. They’d name the girl Anna, after her mother. He could name the boy. It didn’t really matter to her. As long as it wasn’t Maynard. After that uncle he liked so much.

“Lucy, we’ve been together a while now.”

“A year,” she said. “Our first date was a year today.” Which was all part of his thoughtful plan.

His grip loosened on her hand. “And it’s been great. I’ve enjoyed our time together. And I think you are one incredible person.”

Matt reached into his pocket.

The ring. He was going for the ring. Marquis, pear, princess, round—she didn’t care.

“Matt”—Lucy sniffed—“I want you to know I’m so happy God put you in my life and—”

He opened his hand.

And placed a business card on the table.

Lucy’s pink lips clamped tight. Those were not wedding bells pealing in her head right now.

“What is this?” She picked up the card. “Matthew Campbell, senior accountant, Digby, Wallace, and Hinds?”

His smile was hesitant. “I got a job offer.”

“Offer?” She ran her finger over his embossed name. “Looks like you’ve already progressed beyond that. When were you going to tell me?”

“I’ve tried.” He pushed his plate aside. “You’ve just been so busy with the shelter.”

“Residential home,” she corrected. “Saving Grace is a residential home.”

“You’ve been so occupied with getting that started, I haven’t been able to get your attention lately.”

“You’ve got it now.” Something was very wrong here. “What’s going on? I’ve never heard of these people. Are they new?”

His green eyes focused on the candle in the center of the table. “No. They’re quite old, in fact. Very prestigious.”

“And where are they old and prestigious?” She couldn’t relocate. He knew that. Not with mere months before Saving Grace opened. Was he going to move—without her?

“In Dallas.”

Lucy’s heart fell somewhere to the vicinity of her shoes. “When are you leaving?”

He closed his eyes. “I’m sorry, Lucy.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that.”

“I think we’ve been moving too fast.”

Lucy thought of the bridal magazines under her bed. “Then let’s slow it down. I’m okay with that. I think if we just—”

“I’m leaving next week. This is an opportunity I can’t pass up.” He spoke low and patiently, as if talking to a child. “I think we need to take a break. My relocating is the perfect opportunity to give ourselves some space and see what happens.”

The white-picket fence was collapsing before her. Was it too much to ask, God? Was it too much to want a family of my own? To finally have that home? For the first time in her life, she had let herself believe she could have it all.

Her laugh sounded pitiful and strained. “Can you believe”—tears clogged her throat—“that I thought you were going to propose tonight?”

Matt stood up, walked over to her, and kissed her forehead. “I think I should probably go.”

She grabbed his hand as he leaned away. “Is it me?” Because wasn’t it always her?

Reaching out, he pushed a stray curl behind her ear. “No. I know you’re ready for a permanent commitment, but I have to put my career first now—whether I want to or not.”

The smells in the room—the food, her life decaying—it made her want to throw up. “I could wait, you know. We could do the long distance thing.”

“I’m sorry.” He grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair. “For what it’s worth, I believe you’re the right girl—it’s just not the right time.”

Two minutes later Lucy stood in her living room and watched Matt drive away.

No ring. No engagement.

No happily ever after.

She walked upstairs to her bedroom.

Sucked it in as she unzipped the Audrey Hepburn dress.

Peeled it off her body.

And threw it out the window.

2010 by Jenny B. Jones. Published by Thomas Nelson.

Click Here to Leave a Comment Below 29 comments
Katie - September 6, 2010

Jenny, this is great! I can’t wait to read it 🙂 It looks amazing…and I love her dress 🙂

Sarah - September 6, 2010

I am so, so excited to read this!!

Leah - September 6, 2010

I cant wait to read it!
I loved the Prologue!!!
The cover is really pretty too. The dress she’s wearing is really pretty.

Colene - September 6, 2010

Oh goodness! I’m so excited! You’re such a great writer/storyteller.

Debra - September 6, 2010

Oh my goodness! I love it. I have only one complaint…it’s not fair to post prologues when I can’t run out and buy the book. My only hope is to find it on Amazon pre-order. I’m definitely adding this book to my TBR list. 😉


Christa Allan - September 6, 2010

Wait. I have to wait until February?

Deena @ My Bookshelf - September 6, 2010

Wish I had an advanced copy…you’re novels always cheer me up and make me laugh!

Lisa Bergren - September 6, 2010

Mmm, what a hook!

Kristin - September 6, 2010

It sounds awesome! I can’t wait to read it. 🙂


Lucy - September 6, 2010

Seriously why isn’t this coming out sooner? I cannot wait to read it !

Bethany Ellis - September 6, 2010

Oh I’m so EXCITED! I cannot WAIT o read this!!!! XD

Mattie - September 6, 2010

IT SOUNDS SO GOOD! can’t wait to finish it! 🙂

Jess - September 6, 2010

Can’t wait!! Sounds awesome!! 🙂

Ruth - September 7, 2010

Oh my, I’m wanting to smack Matthew upside the head. Can’t wait to find out the rest of the story!

Liv - September 7, 2010

Did you know that I’ve already looked at this book on,,, and!?! I love all the covers I’ve seen and wish I had a dress like that!!!

Jenny B Jones - September 7, 2010

Thanks so much, guys. All of your comments made me smile. I’m excited for this to hit the shelves so you can see the rest. The Leading Hot Football Player Politician hasn’t made his appearance yet in this portion. And we all know things don’t get good until that happens.

Dee Dee - September 7, 2010

Love it, can’t wait to read it. You should send out announcement cards from – it would be a great thing to send out to women getting engaged!

Miranda - September 7, 2010

OMG I love it!!!!!!! This is soo good! Too bad I have to wait until February…

Kim - September 7, 2010


Kim - September 7, 2010

love the 1st chapter too…can’t wait to finish it!

hannah - September 8, 2010

sounds fun. like a great book cant wait….


hey , im having trouble finding a homecoming dress that is afordable…. does anyone have ideas?


Erin McFarland - September 9, 2010

such a tease!! can’t wait, can’t wait!! love your style Jenny… i’m always hooked on your characters from the get-go 🙂

Abby Minard - September 9, 2010

I love it!

Kelly - September 12, 2010

OMG!!! I can not wait it sound sooooo fantastic!

Kelly - September 12, 2010

I what to read more now I can not wait till it comes out! 🙂

Kelly - September 12, 2010

🙂 :0 😉 soooooo magnificent!

Kelly - September 12, 2010

“Love it now 🙂 love it later 🙂 love it always :)” the saying for any book marvelous book! 🙂

Trista - September 26, 2010

I loved this! I can’t wait to buy the book! This is great Jenny! But i’m anxious now to wait!

Gracie - March 7, 2011!!


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