Series: A Year of Weddings #3
Published by Zondervan Fiction on 28 January 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
In A February Bride by Betsy St. Amant, history repeats itself when this bride runs out of the church on her wedding day---in the same dress that had been passed down for generations and worn by her mom, grandma and great-grandmother who also ran out of their weddings. The heroine struggles to break destructive cycles of the past. Can this bride shuck expectation and discover who SHE is as a bride and in the Bride of Christ? And if she finally walks down the aisle, what dress will she be wearing? Readers will enjoy this novel of redemption centered on a winter wedding.
*I received a free ARC of A February Bride from Zondervan Fiction via Netgalley in exchange of an honest review*
A February Bride is the story of Allie, and how and why she ran away from church in her wedding dress, even if all she ever wanted was to finally marry Marcus. Her reasons for running are pretty shallow in my opinion – she loves him, and he loves her, but she’s got this idea in her head that her family is cursed. That all the women in her family are bound to hurt the men in their lives, and throw them out just so they can marry a new and improved version.
So Allie thinks the best thing to do is to run away and never marry Marcus at all – better to hurt him now than later, and she’ll just stay single so she won’t end up like her crazy family. A February Bride didn’t make a lot of sense to me. I don’t believe in curses like this in real life, and since this story is a contemporary romance without any actual paranormal elements in it, I just felt like Betsy was making up excuses for her behavior, and that she was afraid to actually be happy and feel loved.
Pretty naive, the whole story of A February Bride felt like it needed much more suspension of disbelief than I was able to give it. The characters weren’t developed enough, and the romance really didn’t do it for me either. Allie seemed to think more about what Marcus could do for her than how he made her feel, and her strange view of feminism grated on my nerves.
But nothing could compete with the sight of Marcus standing by the outside soda bar. Dressed in tailored beige pants and an un-tucked navy blue button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms, collar opened at the neck, he was the very expression of attractive.
It was one of the things that had attracted her to him – his confidence and ability to take charge in a situation made her feel safe and protected. It was the perfect balance – she could take care of herself, but with Marcus, she never had to. To think she’d thrown that away for a lifetime of triple A and tow trucks.