Blast Sign Ups: With this Click I Thee Wed by Bonnie R. Paulson

With this Click, I Thee Wed by Bonnie R. Paulson

“Uh, oh, what did I do?”

A lonely divorcee…

A rancher who can lose everything…

One website that matches them for marriage…

They have to learn about the importance of decisions and family or lose their one shot at love.

Stuck in a town where everyone knows her and her ex-husband, Rachel is distinctly aware of who chose his side – everyone – and who chose her side – no one. Even her hairstylist won’t schedule her.

But when she finds herself alone with a bottle of chianti and the internet, Rachel stumbles upon Clickandwed.com. The survey is easy and clicking “I Do” seems to be the magic button she’s been searching for.

Before she can snap out of her decision, she finds herself packed and flying across the country to meet her new husband.

Would her new life be better or worse than the hell she left behind?



First, there is no cliffhanger!! That is important to me so I am assuming it is important to others as well. This is a very unusual story. it starts off with the heroine being recently divorced from her dirt bag, cheating, lying ex-husband. She has moved back home since she has nothing to show for the years of marriage – he got everything and she is depressed. She moved back in with the two people who should love her and support her no matter what. That is not the case. I have never seen two more hateful and unloving parents as these two. They belittle and do everything in their power to let her know she is nothing more than an embarrassment and a disappointment. It is very easy to hate these two.

I will start by saying that I have not read a book by Bonnie R. Paulson that I did NOT like. I love the way she writes and I love the things she writes about. I find that when I read her books that I get pulled into them and can’t stop until I reach the ending.

Being afraid that happiness is something not for either of them, yet finding it. In the most delightful way makes this a fun read.


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I closed my eyes at the fourth or fifth round of premature fireworks booming outside. My neighbors had an overzealous streak that showed its ugliness during celebratory times. The fireworks would be gone and they’d start on homemade balloon bombs to blow in the street next. There weren’t strong enough earplugs for that.

“Well, it looks like it’s just you and me.” I tilted my wine glass back and drained the rest of my red Chianti. The movies that I had picked out lost their luster when it was just me, all alone.

Time was now counted in glasses, or maybe bottles? I’d lost count. I’d been sipping on it pretty steadily for the remainder of the night. The new year was almost there. I had only a few more minutes left to go.

Nothing had changed.

What was I doing? Why was I just sitting there eating or drinking my life away? I hadn’t meant to be where I was. I didn’t want to live in my parents’ house. I didn’t want to live in the same small town where people liked my ex-husband more than they liked me.

A voice over a black screen with pink text reading ClickandWed.com said, “Why are you sitting there watching TV and drinking wine?”

What? I glanced at my nearly empty glass and blinked blearily at the TV.

The voice continued. “Put down your loneliness and rediscover your purpose. Stop messing around; take the next step. Be with someone who isn’t afraid of commitment.” A picture of happily smiling couples began to zoom across the screen, like a badly designed collage. “Get matched with your ideal spouse.” Another shot of the logo with a nice white text beneath it said, all candidates are verified. ClickandWed.com. Find your forever.


It was amazing what a good night’s sleep could do. I stretched my arms above my head and straightened my legs, stretching my toes. Linen sheets cradled me in smooth warmth. My bare toes slid between the material.

But wait, I had fallen asleep on the chair.

My eyes snapped open and I stared wide-eyed at the foreign room with a country-style of decorating.

Peach and cream wallpaper graced the walls until it hit an Oak wainscoting. Fluffy cream carpet spanned the length of the room which was lightly furnished with an oak dresser gilded with brass handles, an oak nightstand with a brass lamp and cream lamp covering, long cream and peach-lined curtains hung to the floor over the window, oak-paneled doors led to a large closet, and the bed was four-poster with a peach and cream duvet. Four fluffy pillows and who knew how many other blankets hid under the duvet, creating a cloud sensation around me.

My bags rested neatly beside the dresser, stacked there by size. My shoes and socks had been placed neatly beside them and my coat draped on the handle of the closet. My jeans were folded and resting on the dresser top.

My jeans.

I didn’t take my jeans off.

In fact, I hadn’t taken anything off. I hadn’t even come upstairs.



Logan didn’t come into bed until well after the moon had reached its apex in the sky. I watched it ride the curve above the snow from my spot on the bed. The door closed downstairs and the muffled tick told me he’d made it home.

With my back to him, I hadn’t seen what he’d looked like when he crawled into bed, but the distance between us stretched like a canyon. Where had he been? Why hadn’t he called to tell me he was okay? Why hadn’t he answered my worried text messages?

When I woke up the next morning, he hadn’t been in bed or at the table for breakfast. Instead, an egg sandwich waited for me at my seat. I warmed it in the microwave while worry cooled my excitement to have him home.

I approached him in the barn after I ate. At least I knew he was home at that point. Kicking the snow with my boots as I got closer to the doors, I rubbed my lips together and searched for him on the initial barn floor. When I found him, he was spreading straw on the ground of the chicken pen he’d fixed up for the winter.

“Good morning, how are you?” I didn’t want to act nervous, or upset, or even worried.

He was a grown man, we shared house. There was nothing more to it. We’d set up a wall and neither of us was going to cross it. Our goals had to be reached with both of us working toward success.

Logan turned toward me, dark shadows under his eyes from the lack of sleep. “I’m good, thanks. Just getting to cleaning up the makeshift coop.” His smile wasn’t complete, and I felt like he was hiding more than just chicken poop in that wheelbarrow at his side.

“You were out late last night, was everything okay?” I offered a smile with my hands deep in my pockets. He didn’t have to tell me. I didn’t expect too much from him, but part of me was hurt that he’d keep secrets from me.


Author Bonnie?R. Paulson

Real people, real loss, real love.

USA Today Bestselling author, Bonnie focuses on the emotional thrill of the romance, the discovery of self and the dynamic forces at play to both pull and push love growth.

With 6 children and her own eternal romance at home, Bonnie lives her own dream every day. She’s spoiled with blessings and wants to share the joy of ever-after possibilities with others.
Whether it’s a happy-ever-after or a happy-for-now, the emotions will leave you story drunk for days, if not years.

Feel good romances with sweet twists. Or is it Sweet romances with bold twists? You decide.

You’ll be able to say where you were when you closed the book.
Surviving all things real and coming out better on the other side.

Some of her favorite authors are Robyn Carr, Pamela Kelley, and Christine Kingsley!

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