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One charming B&B. Six grandchildren. One litter of puppies…The late, great Mary Janet Cantrell hoped that her family would return to their hometown and find comfort, happiness— and maybe even love. But what will it take for her wishes to come true?
NEVER SAY NEVER
Parker Cantrell is a Baltimore-based homicide detective who has seen too many bad things to believe in happy endings. But when he returns to Sweetland to retrieve the puppy he inherited, only to share in a night of unexpected passion with gorgeous hometown girl Drew Sidney, his mind is blown. How could something like this have happened—to him, of all people? And then, as they say, there were three…
WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE
Drew could never have imagined that legendary heartthrob Parker would come back to Sweetland, let alone into her flower shop…and into her bed. Now that she’s carrying his child, Drew’s life is about to change forever—with or without Parker. Both he and Drew must ask themselves what matters most. Are they ready to reach for the sky and chase their dreams—and give love a chance? in Summer’s Moon by Lacey Baker.
4 Stars! "Complete with huge doses of charm, romance and humor, this is one delightful read." —RT Book Reviews on JUST LIKE HEAVEN
4 Stars! "Readers will be eager to read the stories of Quinn's siblings and their four-legged companions."—RT Book Review on HOMECOMING
Chapter 1
First Day of September
Today was the day.
Drew Sidney had decided today would definitely be the day she talked to Parker Cantrell.
It had been months since she’d actually stood still long enough to share more than two or three sentences with him. Of course Parker, being the man that he was, had tried to talk to her at every possible opportunity. She prided herself on being able to resist for as long as she had. Tall—over six feet—built like a linebacker with strong, muscular arms and perfect abs, the darkest brown eyes she’d ever seen, and the best lips she’d ever … Saying he was hard to resist was definitely an understatement.
The mere fact that Parker had tried talking to her after their one steamy night of passion was a contradiction of the already established reputation of Sweetland’s most notorious player and the prominent half of the Double Trouble Cantrells. He’d been back in town for a little less than five months, and she’d managed to get caught in his trap just weeks after his return. That said a lot about her personality and the resolve she’d sworn to uphold since the fiasco in Stratford, the small town in the city of Havre de Grace, Maryland, where she’d grown up. Neither of which Drew really wanted to think about at the moment.
If life were only that easy.
If she could simply push to the side all the things she did not want to think about or deal with and continue her forward trek in life, things would be all good, all the time.
Yeah, that was a big crock of bull if she’d ever heard any. With a deep sigh, a relaxing, soul cleansing sigh, Drew closed her eyes and wished for the absolute best out of this day. It was going to be a long one, an emotional one, and definitely a life-changing one.
“Your flowers are blocking the freakin’ sidewalk again, Sidney!”
The loud, slurred words poured through the front door just as the wind chimes above the access sang in introduction of a new customer. Or in this case with the arrival of Hoover King, Sweetland’s resident drunk, cabdriver, historian, and all-around handyman.
“Mornin’, Mr. King,” Drew said in her most cheerful voice.
The front door didn’t slam, even though she figured that was Hoover’s intent. Uncle Walt had installed a pneumatic door closer to keep that from happening, since Drew was afraid her entire front window would shatter if the door to the old two-story building located on Main Street right between Delia Kincaid’s Boudoir and Bob Flannery’s Timeless Antiques shop slammed hard enough. Just about all of the shops on Main Street had large window fronts, as this was the best form of advertisement to the many tourists who filled Sweetland’s streets, not to mention another reason for Sweetland to have some sort of celebration. In a couple of weeks it would be the first of October, and Fall Fest, their first official festival of the new season, would kick off with a window-decorating contest. Drew and Delia would be competing to win that contest. But first, today was the Labor Day Festival, which signified the end of summer and apparently had Hoover’s boxers in a bunch.
“It’s a morning,” Hoover continued, huffing as if he were in desperate search of his next breath. “And the parade’s gotta come down Main, which means I gotta run this ribbon all up and down the street to keep everyone on the sidewalk. And your sidewalk’s all junked up with these flowers,” he informed her, as if she didn’t already know each of these points.
He lifted an arm, using it to wipe the sweat from his forehead and the top part of his head that was left exposed by his receding hairline.
“Those buckets of flowers are for the flag float. Mr. Flannery’s going to use his pickup truck to haul them down to the dock for this evening’s festival,” she explained calmly.
But Drew was anything but calm. Her stomach had just rolled and she’d had to pause and take a deep breath in an attempt to hold the nausea at bay. For the past few weeks since it had hit, she’d thought about being annoyed with the intruder, but the thought of what it signified kept the annoyance at bay. And replaced it with happiness that filled her like sunshine and a field of wildflowers—which in Drew’s world was the equivalent of unimaginable joy.
“Festival’s not till tonight. Why can’t you keep those buckets inside until then?” Hoover persisted.
Drew shrugged. “Not enough room. But I can come out and push them up against my front so they’re not in your way.” Even though Drew was almost positive they weren’t really in Hoover’s way at this moment.
Since Hoover’s wife, Inez, had been busted for embezzlement from the town council and implicated in a bigger drug scheme that stretched up the coast to New York City, Hoover had been wandering around town in a constant state of annoyance. Well, no, that might not be the absolute truth. When Hoover was drunk—which was 91 percent of the time—he wasn’t annoyed, but either angry or overly flirtatious, neither of which was one of Drew’s favorites. And whenever he was sober, he was sad, which was the sole reason Drew felt sorry for him and excused a lot of the rude and unnecessary things he said to her.
“Naw,” he said, waving a hand at her as he walked back and forth in front of the counter where she’d been standing, clipping the ends of a lovely batch of Gerber daisies that Preston Cantrell had ordered for his fiancée, Heaven. “You just sit tight. I’ll push ’em back.”
Heaven and Preston lived in the cutest little blue house Drew had ever seen, and Heaven loved flowers almost as much as Drew. So Preston made it a point to buy her a fresh bouquet at least once a week. This colorful arrangement was in honor of their kitchen renovation being completed two weeks ahead of schedule. The cheery array of colors would look lovely against Heaven’s dandelion-yellow walls that had just been painted two days ago.
“Nonsense, you have other things to do this morning,” Drew said, dropping her scissors and wiping her hands down the front of the charcoal-gray apron she wore.
Blossoms was decorated in Drew’s favorite colors, lavender and gray. Sheer curtains hung to the floor at the front door and at the two French doors that opened to the back terrace. The walls had been painted lavender with the faintest hint of pixie dust—as she liked to call the iridescent-like overlay. Through the main showroom were carts, tables, trellises, and shelves full of flowers and plants and everything imaginable in between. It was a quaint little place that she’d been falling steadily in love with every day in the last three years she’d been in Sweetland.
Hoover had continued to huff and puff with more complaints as she’d come from behind the counter and headed for the front door right behind him. Stifling air smacked her in the face the moment she was outside, and it was barely ten o’clock in the morning.
“I’ll just push ’em back here,” Hoover was saying as he lifted a foot and pushed a bucket full of white carnations back up against the wall of her storefront.
Inhaling deeply, she leaned forward and more gingerly moved a bucket full of red carnations back. “I’ll go over and see Mr. Flannery now. It’s really humid out here and I don’t want the flowers to start to wilt.”
“Fall over and die is more like what they’re going to do out in this heat,” a female voice said from behind.
It was a familiar voice, a familiarly negative one that Drew loved for the most part and tolerated for the rest.
“Hi, Mama,” she said, turning around to see Lorrayna Sidney stepping onto the curb, sun hat covering the upper portion of her face, a purple silk hand fan in her left hand working overtime to keep her cool.
“Why are you out here in your condition? You should be inside in the air-conditioning,” Lorrayna snapped as she came closer.
“Shhhh,” Drew hissed, standing to face her mother. “Mr. King can hear you.”
Lorrayna’s thin lips pressed together in a tight line as she looked over Drew’s shoulder to see Hoover kicking more of the buckets against the wall.
“All the more reason you should be inside,” she whispered conspiratorially.
Drew could only sigh. Her mother meant well. At least she thought she did. Lorrayna had been the first person Drew had called two weeks ago when she’d returned from an appointment in Easton. She’d had nobody else to turn to. For a minute she’d thought about calling Heaven, especially since Drew had been in Heaven’s yard when she’d almost fainted, causing Quinn Cantrell, the town’s new doctor and Heaven’s soon-to-be brother-in-law, to come and see about her. Luckily, Quinn had referred her to a female doctor and hadn’t given any hint as to the reason why to her or to anyone else that she knew of.
“Come on inside. I have some orders to fill before I bring out the umbrella and small table to watch the parade.” Drew had walked back into the store and knew her mother was close behind. She could tell by the series of three sneezes that never failed to announce Lorrayna’s entry into Blossoms even better than the wind chimes did. They still hadn’t figured out what in the shop she was actually allergic to.
“Do you have something to drink? It’s blazing hot in here,” Lorrayna complained.
“In the refrigerator,” was Drew’s reply.
Nothing—and by nothing, Drew meant anything short of Arthur Sidney being raised from the dead—was ever good enough for Lorrayna. She’d complain about the sun and how hot it burned, then turn right around the next day and complain about the rain making mud puddles in her backyard. All of which Drew was used to and tried not to be annoyed by—emphasis should be added to the word tried.
A few minutes later, Drew heard her mother’s sigh and looked up to see her standing near the refrigerated display case. Lorrayna was not as into plants and flowers as Drew was—truth be told, she hadn’t been really into anything since her husband’s death three years ago—but she always paused at the display case in search of one particular item. The Peace Lily served as a reminder of the day they’d buried Lorrayna’s husband, Drew’s father. The otherwise peaceful and quietly beautiful plant marked that day in Lorrayna’s life as if it had been etched on every calendar from here to forever. And her mother searched for it like a wolf hunting prey.
It was sad, the way she stood in front of that display case staring off into what seemed like oblivion, holding on to a memory that was better left clipped to the nub, as Drew had just done to the Gerber daisy in her hand.
“Your father was so excited when I told him I was carrying you,” Lorrayna said quietly.
Drew didn’t reply. She didn’t want to talk about Arthur Sidney, but that was all Lorrayna ever wanted to talk about.
“I thought he’d want a boy. You know, so he could play ball with and pal around with him,” Lorrayna continued. “But then he said he’d rather have a girl. ‘A girl that looks and acts just like you, Raynie.’ That’s what he’d said.”
Well, he’d gotten his girl, Drew thought with another quick snip of the stem. But she hadn’t been blessed with Lorrayna’s curvy frame; instead, she’d taken after her father and his family with height and a willowy build. Her mother also had wide, light brown eyes that once upon a time were filled with expression. Now, the only expression they sported was sadness, and they were either red-rimmed from crying, puffy from crying, or simply downcast. Another thing Drew had inherited from her father was her snappy attitude and impatience, or so her mother would quickly point out.
“He had the perfect family, then,” Drew heard herself saying. When the words were out, she clamped her lips down so tight that her temples ached.
“Nothing’s ever perfect,” was her mother’s retort.
“Nothing except Arthur Sidney, right?”
Lorrayna turned away from the display case at that question and glared at Drew. “Don’t do that,” she said, and it sounded like a hiss through her teeth.
“He’s dead, Mama. How long is it going to take for you to accept that?”
“I’m sorry if I’m not as cold and unfeeling as you are, Drew. One day maybe when you find true love you’ll know how it feels to lose it and you’ll know it isn’t as easy as taking out the garbage.”
Drew shook her head vehemently. “I’m not looking for love, true or otherwise.”
“Really? Then what do you suppose you’re going to do about your situation?”
Yes, her “situation.” That’s what Lorrayna had taken to calling Drew’s medical condition. She shook her head as she caught herself calling it a “medical condition” instead of what it really was. A baby.
“I’m going to do just fine on my own.”
“Without a father?” Lorrayna asked, raising a thick brow.
Drew sighed, scooped up the daisies, and slowly slipped them into a Waterford crystal vase. “I lived a good portion of my life without a father,” she said under her breath. “Or at the very least without a good father.”
“When are you going to tell him?” Lorrayna continued, thankfully not having heard Drew’s last comment.
“Today,” she replied to her mother’s stark question.
“Then you’d best fix that sour attitude of yours or he’s going to be on the first bus back to Baltimore.”
“He’s Parker Cantrell, Mama. He’s probably already got one foot on that bus back to Baltimore,” she quipped.
Copyright © 2014 by Lacey Baker
Barb-TheReadingCafe
Posted Tue Aug 26 00:00:00 EDT 2014
Summer’s Moon by Lacey Baker is the 3rd book in her Sweetland series. I have not read Lacey Baker before, and after reading this book, I am adding her to my list of authors I want to read. Summer’s Moon is a sweet romance, in a small town, with fantastic characters and a little bit of suspense. This book can be read easily as a standalone, but since I enjoyed this so much, I plan to read the two earlier books.
Drew Sydney is our heroine, who runs her own flower shop in Sweetland. Drew and her mother came to Sweetland years before, to leave behind the stigma of false rumors. Drew has always had a crush on Parker Cantrell, who has just come home for a short stay, due to his grandmother’s funeral.
Parker is our hero, and he is known to be a womanizer. Of his family, he is the one who has no intention to become seriously involved in any relationship, nor to stay in Sweetland. Parker is a detective in Boston, and his plans to stay for a short period changes after he is suspended for working on a case he was not assigned to. One night, while both are drunk, Parker and Drew have sex, and now Drew is pregnant.
What follows is a wonderful romance, where neither want any type of commitment and try at first to avoid each other. Once Drew is forced to tell Parker about the baby, he begins to change, though not wanting anything more then to help take care of the baby. But in time, his feelings for Drew become stronger, not to mention that he always ends up at Drew’s house to find his puppy, who always escapes and runs to Drew. Nice plan by Rufus. Lol
Parker comes from a big family, as the Cantrells own a B & B left to them by their grandmother, as well as each family member inherits a puppy. Rufus is Parker’s. It is Parker who finds himself falling in love with Drew, but he worries about the case in Boston, which seems to have followed him to Sweetland; putting those close to him in danger. He is such a great hero, as he is so sweet how he watches over Drew, and helps her stand up to her past, which also comes to follow her to Sweetland. I adored Parker, and his entire family. The Cantrell’s are great. I can’t wait to read more of their stories.
Lacey Beckett has created a delightful story that has everything you would want in a romance. Parker and Drew are a great couple, and their romance was such a wonderful love story in the making. The small town atmosphere was great, with the Cantrell family, the gossipers, and the snobs. With all of this, there was some suspense that gave us an exciting climax. You can’t go wrong reading Summer’s Moon, as Lacey Beckett has won me over to read more of her books.
Bette313
Posted Tue Aug 26 00:00:00 EDT 2014
Loved this one!! Great small town romance filled with wonderful characters and a beautiful coastal location. The writing is fantastic and makes you feel like you are sitting on the porch watching. Parker Cantrell came back to Sweetland for his grandmothers funeral, but a beautiful woman and an unexpected pregnancy has him sticking around and re-assessing his life. Couldn't get enough of this one and now I must go back and read the preceding two stories while I wait for more from this author. I recommend this one for everyone.
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Overview
One charming B&B. Six grandchildren. One litter of puppies…The late, great Mary Janet Cantrell hoped that her family would return to their hometown and find comfort, happiness— and maybe even love. But what will it take for her wishes to come true?
NEVER SAY NEVER
Parker Cantrell is a Baltimore-based homicide detective who has seen too many bad things to believe in happy endings. But when he returns to ...