SYNOPSIS: Jamie and Izzy, friends for ever, have a dream: a diamante-studded double wedding in Las Vegas. At twenty-seven they decide they’ve had enough crap boyfriends and now they’re ready for crap husbands – all they have to do is find them. Where better than wedding capital of the world? But as they immerse themselves in the neon wonderland, their groom-grabbing plan starts to look less than foolproof. Torn between male strippers, dolphin whisperers, Excalibur knights and the legendary Sir Tom Jones, the girls need to decide in precisely what way they want their lives to be ‘altar-ed’ forever!

THEMES: Female friendship, sibling rivalry, first love and sequinned underpants.

LOCATIONS: Teignmouth, Devon + Las Vegas, USA

REVIEW: ‘A wise and witty read about the secret desires deep within us.’ MARIE CLAIRE ‘Definitely worth cramming in your suitcase.’ COSMOPOLITAN

OPENING: We’re on our way to Las Vegas to get married. Admittedly we’re a little light on grooms – only Izzy has a fiancé and she has no intention of marrying him – but still, we’re optimistic: with statistically one wedding taking place every six minutes, the air in Vegas is practically 70 per cent oxygen, 30 per cent confetti.

BELINDA SAYS: This was my very first novel, based loosely on a string of Vegas capers with my wayward friend Emily. We used to call Vegas our spiritual home – neither of us have ever been a big fan of reality. Ironically I actually ended up getting married there – about 12 years after writing this book! Jonathan and I opted for the Little Church of the West (Emily was watching via Skype from her bed in the UK!) then we had dinner at the Eiffel Tower overlooking the Bellagio fountains and spent our wedding night at Mandalay Bay! And, for the record, Tom Jones (pictured with his right hand man Don Archell)  is every bit as fabulous as you might imagine. Maybe more…