Nobody writes a love story quite like Jill Barnett, whose romantic tales are "as magical and unique as any you ever had the joy to read" (Romantic Times). Now she spirits a misty, secluded island off the central coast of Maine, where a pair of handsome brothers clash with two independent women.
The proud descendants of a Highland clan, Calum and Eachann MacLaughlan live in seclusion on a Maine island. The brothers are as different in spirits as they are in looks. Though one is dark and levelheaded, the other fair and adventurous, they have one thing in common: they want brides. When Eachann's two unruly children are expelled from school, he is even more determined to wed. Following an old Scottish tradition, Eachann decides to solve the problem for both himself and his brother....
Spying on a fancy society party, Eachann sees a solution before him. The always capable debutante Georgina Bayard is basking in the light of her own ball. Meanwhile, outside, Amy Emerson is valiantly struggling to conceal her first broken heart. Swept away by this young Scotsman, both young women become captives. Kidnapped and furious, with only each other for support, Amy and Georgina have a choice: fight for the life they'd previously known...or let their hearts get carried away....
Genre: FICTION / HistoricalNew York Times Bestseller, USA Today Bestseller, PW Bestseller, Waldenbook Bestseller, Doubleday Bestseller, Barnes and Noble Bestseller, Finalist Romance Writers of America RITA Award, Favorite Book of the Year, original print run of 375,000 copies.
Chapter 2
I wonder if perhaps I might
Suddenly see a shining knight
Winding his way from blue to green
Exactly as it might have been
Those many, many years ago…
Perhaps I might. You never know.
—A. A. Milne
For Amelia Emerson, it was one of those bright days when the sky looked like the inside of a big blue bowl, the earthenware kind the cook used to mix bread dough every Saturday morning. Even the clouds played to her fancy, because they streaked across the blue bowl sky like thin white strips of bleached flour.
Amy turned her face toward the warmth of the August sun and closed her eyes. In her mind’s eye she imagined God standing in the heavens above her dressed in a white smock and apron, His long gray hair tucked under a crisp linen kitchen cap as He dumped the sky upside down to give those on earth the gift of a perfect day.
In June there had been a blue bowl sky, just like today, when William De Pysters had taken her canoeing on the Kennebunk River. As their canoe moved silently on the glassy water, the red maple blossoms drifted down and floated alongside of them like a red velvet carpet set before a queen. That day had been as close to a perfect day as she could ever remember; for a few smiles, some small talk, and a sweet kiss later, and Amy left the canoe with her hand on William’s strong one, the same one that had placed a soft red blossom behind her ear and the emerald engagement ring on her finger.
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Author review: I love working Tania! She's so good at translations. Highly recommended. |
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