banner banner banner
Redemption Bay: The ultimate uplifting feel-good second-chance romance for summer 2019
Redemption Bay: The ultimate uplifting feel-good second-chance romance for summer 2019
Оценить:
Рейтинг: 0

Полная версия:

Redemption Bay: The ultimate uplifting feel-good second-chance romance for summer 2019

скачать книгу бесплатно

Redemption Bay: The ultimate uplifting feel-good second-chance romance for summer 2019
RaeAnne Thayne

‘A rising star in the romance world. Her books are wonderfully romantic, feel-good reads that end with me sighing over the last pages.’ Debbie Macomber, bestselling author of Any Dream Will DoThe perfect summer read in New York Times bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne’s Haven Point series.McKenzie and Ben need a second chance….McKenzie Shaw would do anything for her beloved hometown of Haven Point. It may be small and struggling, but it’s never let her down…unlike gorgeous, infuriating Ben Kilpatrick.He left Haven Point behind years ago, for good reason. Yet seeing the town through McKenzie’s eyes could change his mind.If he can resolve the animosity crackling between them, Ben may have found the place where he can build ties and find healing…a place where love arrives when it’s least expected.Praise for RaeAnne Thayne:‘Entertaining, heart-wrenching, and totally involving, this multi¬threaded story overflows with characters readers will adore.’ Library Journal on Evergreen Springs (starred review)‘RaeAnne Thayne is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors… Once you start reading, you aren't going to be able to stop.’ Fresh Fiction‘RaeAnne has a knack for capturing those emotions that come from the heart.’ RT Book Reviews‘This quirky, funny, warmhearted romance will draw readers in and keep them enthralled to the last romantic page.’ Library Journal on Christmas in Snowflake Canyon.

New York Times bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne brings you back to Haven Point—a place made for second chances...

McKenzie Shaw would do anything for her hometown of Haven Point. It may be small, but it’s never let her down...unlike gorgeous, infuriating Ben Kilpatrick. He was her childhood hero until he closed his family’s factory, leaving the town’s economy in shambles. Now his tech firm is considering opening a local facility. For Haven Point’s sake, McKenzie has to grit her teeth and play nice.

What could a town filled with painful memories ever offer Ben? Yet seeing the town through the eyes of McKenzie—its fiery young mayor—he suddenly has his answer. If only he can resolve the animosity crackling between them, Ben may have found the place where he can build ties and find healing...a place where love arrives when it’s least expected.

Praise for New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne (#u49c3432b-2027-5e35-8771-d75b0d8a0fe3)

“RaeAnne Thayne is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors.... Once you start reading, you aren’t going to be able to stop.”

—Fresh Fiction on Snow Angel Cove

“A sometimes heartbreaking tale of love and relationships in a small Colorado town.... Poignant and sweet, this tale of second chances will appeal to fans of military-flavored sweet romance.”

—Publishers Weekly on Christmas in Snowflake Canyon

“Once again, Thayne proves she has a knack for capturing those emotions that come from the heart.... Crisp storytelling and many amusing moments make for a delightful read.”

—RT Book Reviews on Willowleaf Lane

“Thayne pens another winner by combining her huge, boisterous cast of familiar, lovable characters with a beautiful setting and a wonderful story. Her main characters are strong and three-dimensional, with enough heat between them to burn the pages.”

—RT Book Reviews on Currant Creek Valley

“Hope’s Crossing is a charming series that lives up to its name. Reading these stories of small-town life engage the reader’s heart and emotions, inspiring hope and the belief miracles are possible.”

—Debbie Macomber, #1 New York Times bestselling author, on Sweet Laurel Falls

“Thayne, once again, delivers a heartfelt story of a caring community and a caring romance between adults who have triumphed over tragedies.”

—Booklist on Woodrose Mountain

“Thayne’s series starter introduces the Colorado town of Hope’s Crossing in what can be described as a cozy romance.... [A] gentle, easy read.”

—Publishers Weekly on Blackberry Summer

Redemption Bay

RaeAnne Thayne

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

To the fantastic Jayme Maness for going above and beyond! I cannot thank you enough. Special thanks to Miranda Hutchins-Holman and Karen Whitmer Armes. Lindy-Grace and Hondo, thank you as well, for helping bring them to life. As always, I am eternally grateful for my amazing husband and children for putting up with my scattered deadline brain. Love you to the moon and back.

Contents

Cover (#u1e9798c0-111d-569d-825c-a6b7a6d64245)

Back Cover Text (#ub2f2107a-d53c-57df-99e9-cebc2530cba7)

Praise (#u113fee93-42cd-5c2e-b9bf-af9f55d48e75)

Title Page (#u683d6902-b6f1-58ae-a0a4-12f45a661f83)

Dedication (#u1186c7fb-0940-56c6-8cab-ff9b24adcbcf)

CHAPTER ONE (#u49c359ef-9dd1-53b3-a913-5938055cf6a8)

CHAPTER TWO (#u44c213d4-01a4-58cd-83a6-a1e0ad536a29)

CHAPTER THREE (#u60885922-41f4-5c3a-a9fd-0f51c249c108)

CHAPTER FOUR (#ue955cf01-21fd-5498-a58c-82b44f6589fb)

CHAPTER FIVE (#u6392b89b-24df-5df3-b50b-cf48929a82d6)

CHAPTER SIX (#ub164d0b4-1601-5ff2-b880-54aa2247cde9)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#u1c2bdf22-2d9e-5f01-83b0-9f250cbbc7f3)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#uea8ab5e4-458f-5a9a-acf0-8755270b3080)

CHAPTER NINE (#u14ea44ba-943f-5c86-9f68-4839b42817a8)

CHAPTER TEN (#u82bce7c2-beee-5896-9d2c-e50c6f733bc5)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#u63ceecd2-f7f7-596e-b78c-4fd992f4b302)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#uabe1c30e-b9c5-55ea-be70-5956df3cf1aa)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#u651b65e2-4167-506d-a80d-8118bfe575bb)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#u19af7530-0e2c-5df6-a179-6cade8dc01d2)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#u99e881b7-d7ee-5976-a04f-2a22fb6dcc6b)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#u2f971793-27cc-516f-991c-f3a30598858b)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#u9bb91540-00e2-5262-a177-554b100dd0cc)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (#u0517fa28-d713-5139-9534-2b653ff7bfd9)

CHAPTER NINETEEN (#u7769a42c-fb45-5bdb-867d-6e8ea6badedb)

CHAPTER TWENTY (#u8f41b6d0-144e-5580-ba01-ae6fc86b765a)

EPILOGUE (#u8f28a97c-7f30-5004-b150-70b7a89af5e3)

Extract (#u60689e4d-bd91-5678-9304-3e432969d3d4)

Copyright (#u492ae453-755c-5cd7-bfc2-e3fc4e53b333)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_134947b3-ab37-55dd-83b7-76449e652901)

THIS WAS HER favorite kind of Haven Point evening.

McKenzie Shaw locked the front door of her shop, Point Made Flowers and Gifts. The day had been long and hectic, filled with customers and orders, which was wonderful, but also plenty of unavoidable mayoral business.

She was tired and wanted to stretch out on the terrace or her beloved swing, with her feet up and something cool at her elbow. The image beckoned but the sweetness of the view in front of her made her pause.

“Hold on,” she said to Paprika, her cinnamon standard poodle. The dog gave her a long-suffering look but settled next to the bench in front of the store.

McKenzie sat and reached a hand down to pet Rika’s curly hair. A few sailboats cut through the stunning blue waters of Lake Haven, silvery and bright in the fading light, with the rugged, snowcapped mountains as a backdrop.

She didn’t stop nearly often enough to soak in the beautiful view or enjoy the June evening air, tart and clean from the mighty fir and pines growing in abundance around the lake.

A tourist couple walked past holding hands and eating gelato cones from Carmela’s, their hair backlit into golden halos by the setting sun. From a short distance away, she could hear children laughing and shrieking as they played on the beach at the city park and the alluring scent of grilling steak somewhere close by made her stomach grumble.

She loved every season here on the lake but the magnificent Haven Point summers were her favorite—especially lazy summer evenings filled with long shadows and spectacular sunsets.

Kayaking on the lake, watching children swim out to the floating docks, seeing old-timers in ancient boats casting gossamer lines out across the water. It was all part of the magic of Haven Point’s short summer season.

The town heavily depended on the influx of tourists during the summer, though it didn’t come close to the crowds enjoyed by the larger city to the north, Shelter Springs—especially since the Haven Point Inn burned down just before Christmas and had yet to be rebuilt.

Shelter Springs had more available lodging, more restaurants, more shopping—as well as more problems with parking, traffic congestion and crime, she reminded herself.

“Evening, Mayor,” Mike Bailey called, waving as he rumbled past the store in the gorgeous old blue ’57 Chevy pickup he’d restored.

She waved back, then nodded to Luis Robles, locking up his insurance agency across the street.

A soft, warm feeling of contentment seeped through her. This was her town. These were her people. She was part of it, just like the Redemption Mountains across the lake. She had fought to earn that sense of belonging since the day she showed up, a lost, grieving, bewildered girl.

She had worked hard to earn the respect of her friends and neighbors. The chance to serve as the mayor had never been something she sought but she had accepted the challenge willingly. It wasn’t about power or influence—not that one could find much of either in a small town like Haven Point. She simply wanted to do anything she could to make a difference in her community. She wanted to think she was serving with honor and dignity, but she was fully aware there were plenty in town who might disagree.

Her stomach growled, louder this time. That steak smelled as if it was charred to perfection. Too bad she didn’t know who was grilling it or she might just stop by to say hello. McKenzie was briefly tempted to stop in at Serrano’s or even grab a gelato of her own at Carmela’s—stracciatella, her particular favorite—but she decided she would be better off taking Rika home.

“Come on, girl. Let’s go.”

The dog jumped to her feet, all eager, lanky grace, and McKenzie gripped the leash and headed off.

She lived not quite a mile from her shop downtown and she and Rika both looked forward all day to this evening walk along the trail that circled the lake.

As she walked, she waved at people walking, biking, driving, even boating past when the shoreline came into view. It was quite a workout for her arm but she didn’t mind. Each wave was another reminder that this was her town and she loved it.

“Let’s grill some chicken when we get home,” she said aloud to Rika, whose tongue lolled out with appropriate enthusiasm.

Talking to her dog again. Not a good sign but she decided it was too beautiful an evening to worry about her decided lack of any social life to speak of. Town council meetings absolutely didn’t count.

Her warm mood lasted until a few houses from her own, when an older gentleman out clipping the tall hedge in front of his trim brick home whirled to face her, almost as if he had been lying in wait for her—probably exactly what he had been doing.

“I need a word with you, missy.”

Her stomach dropped. Darwin Twitchell—the bane of her existence and the three previous mayors before her.

“Mr. Twitchell. How are you this lovely evening?”

“Terrible,” he growled. He wore a perpetual frown, much like his English bulldog, Petunia, who adored him. Of the two, Petunia clearly had the more appealing personality.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she answered, trying to be polite.

“Oh, I doubt that. I really do.”

She tried so hard to be nice to Darwin. It was almost a point of honor with her, but he was one of those perpetually unhappy people who twisted everything around and made it so difficult to be kind.

As both a natural-born and determined optimist, she struggled every time she had dealings with the man—which was at least two or three times a week when he came to her with some kind of beef about the city.

A Korean War combat vet, Darwin had recently become a widower. In the months since, he had become even more sour, if possible. Though arthritis gnarled his fingers and he relied on a cane for balance and support, he still somehow managed to keep his yard and house exquisite, without a stray leaf or overgrown branch.

She considered it one of life’s great mysteries that a man who seemed to be a festering pile of frustration could expend so much effort and energy into making his property into a restful oasis of blooms and trailing vines and sturdy, beautifully placed trees.

A mystery she would try to puzzle out another day, she told herself. She had a chicken breast to grill—after she dealt with whatever stick he had up his hindquarters today. Dealing with irate citizens was part of her description as mayor, like it or not.

“How can I make things better for you this evening?” she asked politely.

“How long have you had your name on the door at the mayor’s office in city hall?” he demanded.

“Six months, Mr. Twitchell.” Six difficult, stress-filled months. Why, again, had she ever thought this whole mayoral gig was a good idea? Oh, yes. Because she loved this town. Perhaps not every single inhabitant, though.

“Six months.” Darwin scowled. Or maybe he was beaming with happiness and glee. It was hard to tell, since all his facial expressions looked the same. “And how long have I been warning you about that bridge over the Hell’s Fury?”

The expression was a scowl, then. Not really a surprise.

She forced a smile. “Just about every week for the past six months, Mr. Twitchell.”

“I don’t know why I waste my breath. You obviously don’t care, since you haven’t done a damn thing about it since you’ve been in office.”

She tried not to let that sting, especially considering all the things she had accomplished in six short months. He was a lifelong resident of this town, one of her constituents, and she owed it to him to try to address his concern. As much as she wanted to hug his adorably grumpy-faced dog and walk away.

“The public works director is aware of the problem. We’ve talked to the state about it. It’s on the list. We’re waiting on a couple of grants and appropriations to come through. When that happens, it will be at the top of our list, I promise you.”

“When will that be?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you exactly. As I’m sure you’re aware, it costs a great deal of money for that kind of project. Right now the city cupboard is a little bare for a major infrastructure repair.”

“If this were Shelter Springs, we would have had a dozen new bridges by now. My nephew, the mayor, would never let things go this long.”