When she was in Paris, Kimberley Montpetit spent most of
her souvenir money at the La Patisserie shops with their beautiful and
delicious pastries. She grew up in the fabulous city of San Francisco, loves all
things chocolate, and now lives in a small town along the Rio Grande with her
engineer husband and three sons.
She once stayed in the haunted tower room at Borthwick Castle in Scotland and
didn't sleep a wink, sailed the Seine in Paris, rode a camel in the ancient
world wonder of Petra, shopped the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul, and spent the
night in an old Communist hotel in Bulgaria.
Kimberley also writes Award-winning Middle-Grade novels with Scholastic and
Young Adult novels with Harpercollins under the name, Kimberley Griffiths
Little.
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After being left at the altar on her wedding day,
businesswoman Allie Strickland returns to her hometown to heal her broken heart.
But Heartland Cove County is a small town of Victorian homes and quirky,
gossiping citizens.
Grieving the trauma of her ex-fiancé’s betrayal and overwhelmed by her clingy
mother, Allie rents the first available house she can find. But on the very first
night, Allie’s peace is violated by an unexpected intruder who breaks into the
house while she’s taking a bubble bath. An intruder using an alias with old
ties to Heartland Cove.
Forced by unusual circumstances to share the same rental house, Allie’s
suspicions of the man grow—even as she finds herself attracted to him. But is
Ethan Smith merely a magazine freelancer on assignment—or an undercover spy for
the mayor who wants to ruin the charming town by running a new highway through
for his own profit?
Is Ethan Smith friend or foe? Enemy or lover?
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Snippets:
Stiffly, Allie sat upright in her wedding
dress, enduring the awkward embraces, the whispers of empathy.
Later, she wouldn’t even be able to recall
who had been in attendance, except for her best friend Marla standing at her
side like a fierce lioness, ready to take down anyone who said something snide
and ugly.
One by one, the guests in their chiffon
dresses and suits and ties filed out of the church. All but one young woman.
Courtney Willis. Her previous rival for
Sean’s affection. Of course, she’d come to witness Allie’s moment of shame.
Courtney’s face was unreadable, but she had
the good sense not to come over and give an air kiss, or pretend any sort of
friendship.
The air crackled with unspoken words, and
then Courtney clicked her heels down the parquet corridor toward the parking
lot, pausing to sign the guest book with a flourish of the feather-plumed pen.
Allie wanted to drive the pen straight into
the woman’s jugular. “Does she know
where Sean is? Is that where she’s headed—to help him look for their client?”
Marla gripped her shoulder. “Don’t start
making things up to torture yourself.”
Allie brushed a finger across the screen of
her mobile phone. A text had just appeared. Her heart thumped with both hope
and dread. It was from Sean. Thirteen words.
Sorry about craziness. We’ll
get married another day. Not end of world. Promise.
Allie handed the phone to Marla who read it
and cursed. “That son of a—” Before her friend could finish, Allie tugged the
phone out of Marla’s curled fingers and threw it across the church foyer where
it smashed against the wall and broke into a dozen pieces.
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