The Honeymoon Holiday: A Romantic Comedy

A ruined wedding. A solo honeymoon. A mistaken identity. One unscheduled romantic encounter in paradise.

I was supposed to be getting married.

Instead, twelve minutes before the ceremony, I found my fiancé kissing my maid of honor in a church supply closet.

There are sentences a good editor can improve.

That one was beyond repair.

So I canceled the wedding. Unfortunately, no one told the honeymoon.

Thanks to my very determined Great-Aunt, I’m now spending seven days alone at an impossibly romantic Caribbean resort where the champagne keeps arriving, the towel swans are alarmingly agressive, and every activity seems designed for couples who are still speaking to each other.

Then I meet Luca.

He’s funny, irritating, unfairly attractive…and apparently the hardest-working pool guy in the Caribbean.

I am not interested in another relationship. I am recovering. Independently. Preferably with room service.

But somewhere between sunset paddle-boards, chaotic cooking lessons, tropical storms, and one kiss that definitely wasn’t on the itinerary, my solo honeymoon starts feeling less like the aftermath of a disaster and more like the beginning of something.

Then I discover Luca has been keeping one significant detail to himself.

He isn’t the pool guy.

A sweet romantic comedy with dry wit, tropical chaos, mistaken identity, a slow-burn romance, and one very important discovery: sometimes the honeymoon is better as a holiday.

*Caution: cheating fiancé that is situational but never celebrated or glamorized.