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SNOWFLAKE BAY
SNOWFLAKE BAY
The Brides of Blueberry Cove #2
Donna Kauffman
Released Sept 29th, 2015
Kensington: Zebra
Interior designer Fiona McCrae has left fast-paced Manhattan to move back home to peaceful Blueberry Cove. But she’s barely arrived before she’s hooked into planning her big sister Hannah’s Christmas wedding—in less than seven weeks. The last thing she needs is for her first love, Ben Campbell, to return to neighboring Snowflake Bay…
As kids, Fiona was the bratty little sister Ben mercilessly teased—while pining after Hannah. But Fi never once thought of Ben like a brother. And that hasn’t changed. Except Fi is all grown up. Will Ben notice her now? More importantly, with her life in a jumble, should he? Or might the romance of the occasion, the spirit of the season, and the gifts of time ignite a long-held flame for many Christmases to come…
Something old might just become something new…
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Feeling
somewhat better about herself now, she disentangled herself from the satchel
strap, then began mentally rehearsing a summer-weddings-areso- beautiful speech
while she looked around for something to scrape the wool scarf out of her
mouth. Deciding to get herself unwrapped first, she fished out the end of the
scarf, already feeling her fair skin chapping even as she stood there, the
warmth of the kitchen creating something of a sting in her thawing cheeks. The
struggle with the scarf started almost immediately. It was as if her curls had
begun actively weaving themselves into the knitting, becoming one with every
loop and knot.
So, she was
more wrestling with the scarf than unwrapping it, really, swearing somewhat
creatively, possibly a wee bit passionately even, by the time a deep male voice
that was quite decidedly not her big brother’s baritone spoke from far too
close behind her.
“I’ve got
bolt cutters in my truck. We could just cut you out.”
Fiona froze.
Stock-still. And not because of anything having to do with the coastal winter
weather or being out of shape. She wasn’t breathing hard. In fact, she might
never draw breath again. It had been, what, ten years? Longer. She’d lost
track.Or, more truthfully, you’ve blocked it from your memory banks. Blocked it
back when the owner of that voice had left Blueberry Cove for college in
Boston, excited to get started on fulfilling his dreams—none of which included
coming back to his hometown. At the time, blocking her memory files had seemed
the only way she’d ever survive not having him in her daily orbit ever again.
She felt his
big, broad palms cup her shoulders, turning her slowly around to face him, and
stupidly squeezed her eyes shut, as if that would change this sudden new
reality. All it did was delay the inevitable.
“Fireplug?”
he said, as the top half of her face became visible when he pushed the curls
from her forehead and the scarf from where it was now haphazardly draped
diagonally across her face. There was sincere surprise in his voice. “Is that
you inside all that sheep’s clothing?”
Fireplug. All
of the air came back into her lungs in one big, sucking gasp. Emphasis on the
sucking. Her cheeks burned again, only the sting of remembered humiliation
coupled with the memories of her pathetic, unrequited crush on her brother’s
best friend, who’d only had eyes for Hannah, far—far—outstripped anything a
Maine winter could do to her fair skin.
They were
both many years older now, she reminded herself, and that meant wiser as well.
Although she didn’t feel wiser at the moment. At the moment, she felt instantly
thirteen again, pining after a guy who’d barely noticed her, and when he had,
had seen her as nothing more than the nuisance kid sister of the girl he was
trying to impress.
Of course,
that girl was now engaged to another man, and for all Fiona knew, her childhood
crush was married himself, with a bundle of kids stashed somewhere. Hell, for
all he knew, so was she. Which meant, yeah … the distant past was just that.
Distant. And past.
She prided
herself on taking an extra moment to steady herself and let her breath ease
out, then slowly back in again, before opening her eyes. Okay, so she was still
half-tangled in a woolen neck scarf and she wasn’t exactly making eye contact
with him, but it was a start. A mature, grown-up start. Between two, mature,
grown-up people.
So why is
your heart racing like it’s the first time a man has ever touched you? More to
the point, why are all your other more mature body parts clamoring for him to
touch a whole lot more than your shoulders? You’re both potentially married
with kids, remember?
Only she
wasn’t married. Didn’t have kids. Not even the dimmest of prospects of either
on the horizon. A horizon that, at the moment, was completely consumed with a
big, tall, rugged reminder of all that she didn’t have. Had never had. A
reminder, it should be noted, who still had his hands on her.
All her line
of vision allowed, however—now that he’d turned her around so her back was to
him, tipping her head forward to allow him to work her hair free from the
scarf—was the Michelin Man-style, double-padded red snow coat she’d buttoned
around her short, curvy frame, under which was a layer of thick hoodie, a
long-sleeved turtleneck, and a T-shirt. She surprised herself by letting out a
muffled snort. “Well, if the nickname still fits,” she murmured, proud of
herself for embracing the humor in the moment, only to discover a split second
later she was blinking back stupid tears.
Maybe no
matter how much a person grew up, no matter how much she matured, she thought,
mortified all over again, there would always be a part of her who was still
that same, invisible thirteen-year-old girl.
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USA Today bestselling author of the Cupcake Club Romance series,
Donna Kauffman has seen her books reviewed in venues ranging from Kirkus
Reviews and Library Journal to Entertainment Weekly and Cosmopolitan. She lives
just outside of DC in the lovely Virginia countryside, where she is presently
trying to makeover her newly empty nest into something that doesn’t have to
accommodate piles of sports equipment falling out of her coat closet (okay, out
of every closet...and under every bed....), size 13 cleats and sweaty uniforms
cluttering her foyer (and stairwell, and laundry room, and...), and a kitchen
that should have come with a traffic light. And a pantry monitor. (Anyone with
a clever idea on how to repurpose lacrosse sticks into matching reading lamps,
she’s all ears!) When she’s not stripping paint, varnishing an old auction
house find, or trying to avoid bodily injury with her latest power tool
purchase, she loves to hear from readers!
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