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Brambleberry Shores: The Daddy Makeover / His Second-Chance Family
RaeAnne Thayne
THE DADDY MAKEOVER Eben Spencer learned long ago to keep his eye on the ball and his emotions under wraps. This philosophy has taken him to the pinnacle of success in business. But in his personal life, it led to a shattered marriage. So it's just him and his little girl…until he meets Sage Benedetto. She's warm, emotional, open–everything Eben is not. Sage's bewitching nature soon has this tycoon rethinking his future….HIS SECOND-CHANCE FAMILY As a teenager Julia Blair found more than fun in the sun at Cannon Beach. She found a home–in the arms of her first love, Will Garrett. A bright future stretched out in front of Julia…. Though life hadn't worked out as planned, here she is, back in Cannon Beach, with her two kids in tow. Only to find Will there, too. Julia believes Will can still make her dreams come true, but will he let her into his heart to do the same for him?
Two favorite Brambleberry House stories from New York Times bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne
The Daddy Makeover
Eben Spencer learned long ago to keep his eye on the ball and his emotions under wraps. This philosophy has taken him to the pinnacle of success in business. But in his personal life, it led to a shattered marriage. So it’s just him and his little girl…until he meets Sage Benedetto. She’s warm, emotional, open—everything Eben is not. Sage’s bewitching nature soon has this tycoon rethinking his future….
His Second-Chance Family
As a teenager Julia Blair found more than fun in the sun at Cannon Beach. She found a home—in the arms of her first love, Will Garrett. A bright future stretched out in front of Julia…. Though life hadn’t worked out as planned, here she is, back in Cannon Beach, with her two kids in tow. Only to find Will there, too. Julia believes Will can still make her dreams come true, but will he let her into his heart to do the same for him?
Praise for New York Times bestselling authorRaeAnne Thayne
“If you’re going to read only one book this season, make it Blackberry Summer.” —Debbie Macomber, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“A warm, wise story with emotionally complex and intriguing characters.”
—RT Book Reviews on The Daddy Makeover (4 ½ stars)
“Well-developed characters, plus plenty of raw emotion—and humor—add up to one of the author’s finest books.”
—RT Book Reviews on His Second-Chance Family (4 ½ stars, Top Pick)
“Thayne is a gifted storyteller, whose realistic characters and absorbing dialogue weave a mesmerizing tale.”
—WordWeaving.com
Brambleberry Shores
The Daddy Makeover
His Second-Chance Family
RaeAnne Thayne
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Contents
THE DADDY MAKEOVER (#u1347de21-47ff-5e71-93ff-ef74cc1ec87d)
Chapter One (#u0d69d666-2a9b-51db-bc7b-a9860b25800b)
Chapter Two (#u7892bd01-5061-5ddc-97a2-98568e14a1c3)
Chapter Three (#u5355ce78-978e-56ed-8c38-23e91d08a0a9)
Chapter Four (#ub261e0f4-16a4-5ac6-8f81-79b09f044c0a)
Chapter Five (#u8fc926e9-5f6e-58f9-8053-cd56281ddca9)
Chapter Six (#udd32e702-ade8-517a-9fb2-26488ee69347)
Chapter Seven (#u71913116-0fad-5c9a-9b6e-8adbbc3a43b4)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
HIS SECOND-CHANCE FAMILY (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
The Daddy Makeover
RaeAnne Thayne
Chapter 1
On a scale of one to ten, Sage Benedetto would probably rate the concept of jogging before sunrise every day somewhere around a negative twenty.
While she highly doubted she would ever evolve enough that she could wholly enjoy these runs, after a month, she had at least grown to tolerate the activity. Her gut didn’t automatically cramp at just the idea of throwing on her running shoes and her muscles no longer started to spasm after the first few steps.
She supposed that was a good thing.
This would probably never be her favorite thing to do, but she had promised, she reminded herself. And while she had many faults—all of which somehow seemed more glaringly obvious in the pale light of early morning—breaking her word was not among them.
Despite the random muscle aches and her inherent dislike of just about any activity that involved sending her heart rate into heavy exertion mode, she had even come to discover an ethereal beauty in these quiet early-morning runs.
The towering sea stacks offshore glowed pink in the first, hesitant rays of the sun; this wide, gorgeous stretch of Oregon beach was empty, at least for a little while longer.
Soon the beach would be crowded with treasure hunters looking for shells or colored glass or any other gift the sea surrendered during the night. But for now it was hers.
Hers and Conan’s, anyway.
A huge red beast emerged from behind a cluster of rocks and shuffled to her, scaring up a seagull.
She sighed. This was the reason she was here before sunrise, her thigh muscles burning and her breath sawing raggedly. This rangy, melancholy creature was her responsibility, her curse, her unexpected legacy.
“There you are. You can’t keep slipping off your leash or we won’t do this anymore.”
Abigail’s big mutt, rescued from the pound right around the time Abigail rescued Sage, cocked his head and gazed at Sage out of doleful eyes the murky dark green of the sea in a November storm.
Some days these jogs along the shore seemed to lift his spirits—the only reason she carried on with them when she would much rather be home in bed for another hour.
This apparently wouldn’t be one of those days.
“I know,” she murmured, rubbing his chin as she slipped the leash back on. “She loved these kind of mornings, didn’t she? With the air clear and cool and sweet and the day just waiting to explode with possibilities. Anything-can-happen days, that’s what she called them.”
Conan whined a little and lowered himself to the sand, his head sagging to his forepaws as if he were entirely too exhausted to move.
“You’ve got to snap out of it, bud. We both do.”
She tried to swallow down the lump of grief that had taken up permanent residence in her throat during the past month. Her eyes burned and she wondered when these raw moments of sorrow would stop taking her by surprise.
She blinked away the tears. “Come on, dude. I’ll race you home.”
He gave her a long, considering look, then heaved to his feet and shuffled off in the direction of Brambleberry House, still a mile down the beach. Even at his most ponderous pace, Conan could outrun her. A pretty sad state of affairs, she decided, and tried to pick up her speed.
Focusing on the sand in front of her, she had only made it a few hundred yards down the beach, when she heard a sharp bark. She turned in the direction of the sound; Conan was at the end of his long retractable leash, sitting with a small figure above the high-tide mark in the sand.
The figure was a young girl, one she wasn’t even sure was old enough to be considered a tween. A young girl who was wearing only a pale green nightgown and what looked to be seashell-pink flip-flops on her feet.
To Sage’s deep surprise, Conan’s tail wagged and he nudged at the girl’s hand in a blatant invitation to pet him. She hadn’t seen Conan greet anyone with this kind of friendly enthusiasm for the better part of a month.
Sage scanned the beach looking in vain for the girl’s companion. She checked her watch and saw it was barely 6:00 a.m. What on earth was a young girl doing out here alone on an empty stretch of beach at such an hour, and in nightclothes at that?
“Morning,” she called out.
The girl waved. “Is this your dog?” she called to Sage with a big smile. “She’s so pretty!”
Conan would just love being called pretty. When he wasn’t grieving and morose, the beast had more prickly pride than a hedgehog with an attitude. “She’s a he. And, yeah, I guess you could say he’s mine.”
Partly hers, anyway. Technically, she shared custody of the dog and ownership of Brambleberry House. But she wasn’t about to let thoughts of Anna Galvez ruin one of Abigail’s anything-can-happen days.
“His name is Conan,” she said instead. “I’m Sage.”
“Hi, Conan and Sage. My name’s Chloe Elizabeth Spencer.”
The girl had short, wavy dark hair, intense green eyes and delicate elfin features. If she’d been in a more whimsical mood, Sage might have thought her a water sprite delivered by the sea.
A cold, wet breeze blew off the Pacific and the girl shivered suddenly, drawing Sage’s attention back to her thin nightgown and her nearly bare feet. “Chloe, what are you doing out here by yourself so early?”
She shrugged her narrow shoulders with a winsome smile. “Looking for sand dollars. I found four yesterday but they were all broken so I thought if I came out early enough, the tide might leave some good ones and I could get them before anybody else. I promised my friend Henry I’d bring one back to him and I can’t break a promise. He lives in the apartment next door. He’s only seven and won’t be eight until December. I’ve been eight for two whole months.”
“Where’s your mom or dad? Do they know you left?”
“My mom’s dead.” She said the words in a matter-of-fact way that Sage was only too familiar with. “She died when I was six.”
“What about your dad, then?”
“I’m not sure. He’s probably still asleep. He got mad at me last night because I wanted to find more sand dollars so I decided to come by myself this morning.”
Sage looked around at the few isolated cottages and guesthouses on this stretch of beach. “Are you staying close by? I thought I knew all the eight-year-olds in town.”
“Every one?” With a lift of her dark eyebrow, the girl somehow managed to look skeptical and intrigued at the same time.
“I do,” Sage assured her. “The ones who live here year-round, anyway. I’m sure I don’t remember meeting you.”
Cannon Beach’s population was only a couple thousand year-round. In the summer, those numbers swelled as tourists flocked to the Oregon shore, but they were still a week or so away from the big crowds.
“We’re only here for a few days. Maybe a week. But if it’s longer, then my dad says he’ll have to send me to stay with Mrs. Strictland so he can get some work done. She’s my dad’s assistant and she hates me. I don’t like going to her house.”
