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-fiancĂ©’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?
Grieving the trauma of her ex-fiancĂ©’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:
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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