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Amazing Gracie
Sherryl Woods
When Gracie MacDougal returns to Seagull Point, Virginia, seeking to reform her workaholic ways, she discovers more than relaxation. The picturesque town calls to her, as does the waterfront Victorian house she envisions as the perfect bed-and-breakfast. But one person stands between Gracie and her new goal…and he isn't budging.Southern charmer Kevin Daniels isn't interested in selling Gracie's dream house, but he's definitely interested in something else…her. Enticing the uptight businesswoman into letting down her hair becomes his new mission in life, but beyond that? He already has way too many people depending on him, and has no intention of adding one more.Gracie's not looking for a home. Kevin's not looking for a wife. But sometimes even the best intentions can wind up going wonderfully awry.
Praise for the novels of
SHERRYL WOODS
“Sherryl Woods delivers the goods again with a goofy screwball Southern contemporary romance. It’s kind of like a sloe gin fizz—bubbly and sweet with a little bit of a kick.”
—RT Book Reviews on Amazing Gracie
“Amazing Gracie is one of those wonderful books whose characters, setting and plot combine to produce a 24-karat-gold reading experience.”
—RT Book Reviews
“Sherryl Woods writes emotionally satisfying novels about family, friendship and home. Truly feel-great reads!”
—#1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber
“Warm, complex, and satisfying.”
—Library Journal on Harbor Lights
“Sparks fly in a lively tale that is overflowing with family conflict and warmth and the possibility of rekindled love.”
—Library Journal on Flowers on Main
“The Inn At Eagle Point is the first book in another guaranteed-to-be-a-blockbuster series by Sherryl Woods.”
—Romance Reviews Today
“Launching the Chesapeake Shores series, Woods (Welcome to Serenity) creates an engrossing…family drama.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Compulsively readable…Woods’s novel easily rises above hot-button topics to tell a universal tale of friendship’s redemptive power.”
—Publishers Weekly on Mending Fences
Amazing Gracie
New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling Author
Sherryl Woods
www.mirabooks.co.uk (http://www.mirabooks.co.uk)
Dear Friends,
People often ask me if, after more than a hundred books, I have a favorite. Most of the time I swear it’s whatever just came out or whatever I’m working on at the moment, because that’s usually true. However, my next thought is almost always Amazing Gracie.
When this book first came out more than ten years ago, it was an RT Book Reviews Top Pick. The same magazine later named Amazing Gracie as one of the top two hundred books during its twenty years of publication. I wish I could say exactly what combination of plot and character came together to make this book so special, but I have no idea. It was just one of those serendipitous things authors wish would happen with every single book.
Of course, the fictional setting is very special to me. It was the first mainstream book to be based on my favorite summer town of Colonial Beach, Virginia, which later provided yet another fictional setting for the Trinity Harbor trilogy. The heroine, Gracie MacDougal, still has a place in my heart. And the hero—oh, my—Kevin Patrick Daniels combines just about everything I love about laid-back, generous, contrary and caring Southern men.
I’m so delighted to have Amazing Gracie back in print for a whole new audience. I hope you’ll fall in love with the town, Kevin and Gracie as others have before. Welcome to Seagull Point!
Looking ahead to later this spring, I’ll be taking you back to Serenity, South Carolina, for three more books with the Sweet Magnolias. The new trilogy will begin with Ty and Annie’s long-awaited story, Home in Carolina. I hope you’ll be watching for it.
All best,
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
1
Walking briskly through the small, elegant lobby of the Maison de Sol in Cannes, Gracie MacDougal noted every tiny detail, from the single wilted daffodil in the lavish arrangement of spring flowers to the fingerprints on the beveled glass in the double mahogany doors. She plucked the offending flower from the arrangement, then beckoned to the young man working behind the reception desk. André was one of her best, most dutiful employees. They’d become friends. Someday, she was sure, he’d replace her.
“André, call housekeeping at once, s’il vous plait. Take care of that window.”
“Of course, madame,” he said dutifully, then discreetly studied the glass to figure out what was wrong with it.
“Fingerprints,” Gracie said, grinning at him.
He peered more closely at the decorative windowpane. “Ah,” he said when he discovered them.
“You’ll learn, André. You’ll learn. Our guests expect perfection down to the tiniest detail.”
“Our guests, madame, or you?”
“Perhaps you’re right,” she conceded. “If I’m doing my job, then the guests will take it for granted. I only wish…”
“What?” André asked, regarding her intently. “What it is that you wish?”
“I only wish our new boss cared more about the details than the bottom line.”
“Monsieur Devereaux is a bit of a…What is it they say in America, a suit?”
Gracie fought a chuckle and lost. “That he is, André. He is a bit of a suit.”
Handsome, distinguished, and annoying, Maximillian Devereaux was, in Gracie’s opinion, more of an accountant than a hotelier. If the books balanced, he wouldn’t care if there was a layer of dust an inch thick on the gleaming antique tabletops in the lobby. His attitude and the battles it engendered were beginning to take a toll.
He was the third CEO of Worldwide Hotels in the last five years. He’d been brought in to improve the bottom line after Worldwide was acquired by a larger chain to add some class to its image. Though Worldwide continued to operate as a separate division with its own corporate identity, in Gracie’s view the small chain of exclusive, luxury inns was in serious danger of losing its reputation and its clientele. The wilted daffodil in her hand was symptomatic of the problem.
Less than an hour later, after inspecting every nook and cranny of the hotel, she dropped the flower on Max’s desk and said just that. He peered down his long, aristocratic nose at her, glanced at the broken petals, then sighed with evident exasperation.
“What is it now, Ms. MacDougal?” he asked, as always reverting to formality to indicate his own annoyance with her.
“The flowers weren’t changed this morning as they should have been,” she said.
“There is no need to change them daily. We’ve discussed that. Every three days will be sufficient and will cut the flower budget by two-thirds.”
“And our guests will find wilted flowers in the lobby and assume that if we no longer care about appearances in such a public area, we will be even more careless in places they don’t see, such as the kitchen. Details like this make a lasting impression. If you doubt it, check the reservation book.”
“We’re booked solid for the next month.”
“And this time last year we were booked solid for six months in advance,” she countered. “At this rate, we’ll have rooms available for every Tom, Dick and Harry who forgot to book a reservation before leaving the States.”
“Don’t exaggerate, Gracie.”
“It’s true.” She studied Max intently. “You really don’t see it, do you? You don’t see what you’re doing to this hotel, to this entire chain.”
“Have dinner with me tonight and explain it,” he suggested.
This time she was the one who sighed in exasperation. The man was relentless, when it came down to something he wanted, namely her. On paper, she and Max Devereaux were a perfect match. They were both tall—even at five eight, she barely reached his chin. Max had dashing, Cary Grant looks. Gracie prided herself on her polished, classic appearance. Max’s intelligence, his quick rise in the international hotel industry paralleled hers.
But the man had no real passion for it. It was all numbers to him. Gracie cared about the guests and their comfort, the lasting impression they would take home with them. Max worried only about the size of their bill.
No, she concluded. It would never have worked. He was certainly bright enough to have figured that out for himself, but his masculine ego kept him in the game. With another man, the unwanted attention might have bordered on harassment, but there’d never once, in any way, been a hint that Gracie’s job hinged on whether she said yes or no. Asking was just something Max did, pretty much like breathing.
“Max, I will not have dinner with you,” she told him for the umpteenth time. “Not tonight, not ever. How many times do I have to say it?”
“Not even to save your precious flower budget?”
“No, Max. It’s a very bad idea. You’re my boss. Socializing would only complicate things. Besides, you and I don’t see eye to eye on anything. We’d just ruin our digestion.”
He shrugged as he always did after she’d rejected one of his invitations. “Suit yourself.” He returned his attention to the paperwork in front of him, dismissing Gracie as clearly as if he’d gestured toward the door.
Maybe it was because she was tired or frustrated or angry or all three, but Gracie stared at Max’s down-turned head for several minutes, then reached a decision that had been several weeks in the making.
“I quit,” she said softly but firmly.
That brought his head up. “What?” For an instant, shock registered in his usually cool gray eyes.
“You heard me. I quit.”
“Now, Gracie—”
“Don’t you now-Gracie me,” she snapped back. “You won’t listen to a thing I say. You’re determined to run this chain as if it were a string of economy hotels. Obviously, I am no longer of any value to Worldwide, so I might as well take my expertise to another hotel chain where they care about appearances and service and comfort.”
There was the faintest hint of worry in Max’s expression, but once again he shrugged and said, “Suit yourself.”
Stunned by his indifference, Gracie paused long enough to sweep that blasted daffodil up and drop it into the trash can before leaving. Tempted as she was to slam the door, she didn’t want to disturb the guests by creating a scene. Even now, old habits died hard.
Back in her small suite of rooms off the hotel lobby, fighting tears, she began methodically packing. Because she moved frequently from hotel to hotel to troubleshoot problems, there was very little to pack, nothing personal needing to be shipped. She could be on a plane back to the States tonight…if only she had someplace to go.
