{"id":261281,"date":"2026-07-13T18:15:04","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:15:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/gently-yours-gently-series-book-1-sweetblunch\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T18:15:04","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:15:04","slug":"gently-yours-gently-series-book-1-sweetblunch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/gently-yours-gently-series-book-1-sweetblunch\/","title":{"rendered":"Gently Yours Gently Series Book 1 – Sweetblunch"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cDid something good happen, sweetheart?\u201d I poured myself coffee. \u201cNope. Just slept well last night.\u201d Dad grunted something that might have been a greeting, but Mom wasn\u2019t letting up. \u201cReally? Because you\u2019re glowing, Josie.\u201d I almost choked on my sip. \u201cMom!\u201d \u201cWhat? I\u2019m just saying. You\u2019ve been dragging yourself out of bed all week, and now suddenly you\u2019re smiling at the eggs like they\u2019ve told you a love story.\u201d<\/p>\n

I ducked my head, pretending to focus on buttering my toast while my cheeks felt like they\u2019d caught fire. \u201cMaybe I\u2019m just in a good mood. Is that a crime?\u201d Mom laughed softly. \u201cNot at all, dear. I\u2019m just glad about that. Oh, before I forget, Josie. Your sister called this morning. She tells me to remind you about her bachelorette party.\u201d I blinked. \u201cHer what?\u201d \u201cThe bachelorette,\u201d Mom repeated cheerfully.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe said you haven\u2019t gotten back to her yet about the plans.\u201d My fork paused halfway to my mouth. \u201cPlans?\u201d Mom turned to look at me, brow arching as if this should be obvious. \u201cJosie, you\u2019re the maid of honor. It\u2019s your job to organize it. She wants it to be a surprise, of course, but she said to make sure it\u2019s something classy.\u201d My stomach dropped like I\u2019d swallowed a stone.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, no,\u201d I whispered under my breath. \u201cNo, no, no.\u201d Mom chuckled. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d \u201cI can\u2019t. I don\u2019t even know what to\u2014\u201d I stammered, setting down my fork. \u201cMom, I\u2019ve never even been to a bachelorette party before. I have no idea what people even do at those things besides drink too much and wear matching shirts.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d she said, stirring her coffee like this was the most casual conversation in the world, \u201cthen I suppose you\u2019d better start figuring it out. Maybe Sierra or Amber could help you plan.\u201d I stared at her with disbelief. \u201cHow can I impose on my friends?\u201d She gave me one of those knowing smiles. \u201cJust a suggestion, dear.\u201d I slumped back in my chair, staring at the pancakes I no longer had an appetite for. A bachelorette party for Morgan.<\/p>\n

Where? In Oakridge?<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the express written permission of the publisher.<\/p>\n

ISBN: 9798277928691 Imprint: Independently published OceanofPDF.com PROLOGUE Josie\u2019s POV They always said that my sister Morgan could light up a room just by walking into it. I suppose it was true. She was the kind of girl everyone noticed. The one with the bright smile that could easily make everyone fall under her spell. With her golden hair caught in the sun, it shone like she was an angel on earth. She also had the confidence I only wished to have. Next to her, I was simply the ugly duckling.<\/p>\n

Morgan\u2019s little sister. The shy one. The awkward younger sister who no one bothered to look at twice. Despite this, I still possess a heart, and for as long as I can remember, my heart has belonged to Wade Blackwood. He was my neighbor. The handsome young man with dark hair and warm eyes. His laugh alone could make my stomach flutter.<\/p>\n

Morgan used to tease him as a scrawny cowboy. Whenever Wade was in our house, my sister never bothered to hide her disdain for him. For some reason, she hates him. I didn\u2019t understand her reason for her dislike of Wade. He was the nicest guy I knew. Even if when I tried to speak to him and my words would always get stuck somewhere between my ribs and my throat, he still hung out with an awkward girl like me.<\/p>\n

I got content with every stolen glance I gave him, every act of small kindness he gave me, as if they were treasures meant only for me. He was my everything. I was sixteen when his family packed up and left Oakridge in exchange for a life in the city. I remembered that I stood by my bedroom window that morning they left, watching the dust rise behind their truck.<\/p>\n

I was certain that something precious slipped from me forever. I told myself it was a silly thought. Boys like Wade didn\u2019t belong to girls like me. Yet I never stopped loving him. And now, after all these years, I heard the news I was waiting for all my life. Wade is finally coming home. Yes, that\u2019s right.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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