For Pete's Sake (Piper Cove Chronicles Series #2) [NOOK Book]

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Ellen isn't sure true love exists. That is until she landscapes the estate of the widower next door, Adrian Sinclair. Adrian has it all—at least on the surface. A successful businessman, he's engaged to a beautiful woman and he'll soon have a stepmom for his troubled son, Pete. Yet from the moment Ellen rescues a stranded Adrian on her Harley, his well-ordered world turns upside down. With his business under investigation for espionage and his son pushing for the tomboy next ...

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Overview

Ellen isn't sure true love exists. That is until she landscapes the estate of the widower next door, Adrian Sinclair. Adrian has it all—at least on the surface. A successful businessman, he's engaged to a beautiful woman and he'll soon have a stepmom for his troubled son, Pete. Yet from the moment Ellen rescues a stranded Adrian on her Harley, his well-ordered world turns upside down. With his business under investigation for espionage and his son pushing for the tomboy next door as his new mom, Adrian's facade of happiness shatters.

As Ellen and Pete bond, she realizes that Adrian is about to marry the wrong woman. Despite her resolve to remain “neighbors only,” Ellen is drawn to Adrian. But how can she be the one when he's engaged to a sophisticated beauty who is everything Ellen isn't?

As Ellen's three best friends step in to help her navigate this uncharted territory, Ellen must ask herself whether she's ready to risk the heart that she's always held close. Will Ellen trust that God brought this family into her life for a reason? Or will fear cause her to turn away from God's plan and her one true chance at love?

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Editorial Reviews

Romantic TimesBOOKclub
"Combines the perfect amount of romance with a touch of intrigue, as imperfect characters find their strength in God and each other. The setting is an exciting and fascinating part of the story."
Romance Reviews Today
"The characters are dynamic, funny, and endearing …. Piper Cove’s seaside setting is just as much a character as the people, and the pages of FOR PETE’S SAKE make for a top-notch reading escape. This book has more than earned a Perfect 10 award!"
Romantic Times BOOKclub
“Combines the perfect amount of romance with a touch of intrigue, as imperfect characters find their strength in God and each other. The setting is an exciting and fascinating part of the story.”
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780061743788
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 3/17/2009
  • Series: Piper Cove Chronicles Series , #2
  • Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 724,528
  • File size: 578 KB

Meet the Author

Maryland author Linda Windsor has written some twenty-nine historical and contemporary novels for both the secular and inspirational markets, but she is most noted for delivering “The Lift of Laughter and Spirit” in her modern inspirational romances. A Christy finalist and winner of numerous industry awards, Linda has written for Multnomah Publishing (historical fiction and contemporary romances), Barbour Publishing (romcom novella), and Westbow Press (the Moonstruck romantic comedy trilogy). Wedding Bell Blues, the first book in her new The Piper Cove Chronicles series, is featured on Avon Inspire's launch list.

In addition to writing and doing fiction-writing workshops at conferences across the country, Linda continues a music and lay speaking ministry started by her and her late husband, and she is a part-time financial analyst. She also works on “as desperately needed” home improvement projects on the 18th-century-plus house that she and her husband began restoring in 1986. Wallpaper and paint are definitely in her near future.

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For Pete's Sake

Chapter One

What a car! A 2007 Atomic Orange Corvette swept past Ellen Brittingham's motorcycle as though in flight. It was the four-wheeled American eagle, in a class all its own. Her pulse, already thrumming as she rode in the saddle of her new Harley-Davidson, shot into an even higher gear. Ellen had been watching its approach in the rearview mirrors as she rode past green pastures that morphed into woods and then into a crossroads, occupied by a food and gas mini-market. It had been just a dot of orange, moving up through a herd of beach-bound cars and SUVs.

Revving up the speed of her Hog, she flipped on her blinker and swerved onto the passing lane to follow in the sport car's wake. Talk about the perfect end to a perfect week.

The Lower Shore Ladybugs, a women's biker group, had planned a rendezvous in St. Michaels on the Tred Avon River. Just perfect to shake down her new bike—her first new bike. The gang, made up of women from all walks of life, had a blast taking day trips from St. Michaels to the farthest reaches of the Delmarva Peninsula. It never ceased to amaze Ellen how much the Eastern Shore's quaint bay and riverside towns, as well as their contrasting oceanfront resorts, had to offer and how much locals—including her—took them for granted.

And Sheba, the name Ellen dubbed the new bike because it made her feel like a queen, had done her proud. She'd roared like a lioness or purred like a cub all the way. Not once had Ellen had to break out the tool kit she kept in the left saddlebag. But then, for what she'd paid for the Harley, she hadn't expected to.

Watchingthe sleek Corvette swoop around an SUV as if it was standing still, Ellen accelerated to close the distance between them and get a better look. She'd read in one of her mechanics magazines that the GM 'Vette had a new color, and she liked it. With that metallic finish, it looked good to Ellen—from the front in her rearview mirror, the side as it passed her, and the back as she now followed it. She'd go at least as far as Route 90 with the kid and then head for Piper Cove and home.

That is, she assumed it was a kid who'd barreled by her. Probably a college grad in his new graduation present. Or even a high-school grad. Some families could swing that kind of gift. Not that she begrudged them or the fact that hers couldn't. No 'Vette in the world could give her the pleasure that she'd experienced helping her dad rebuild his classic 1967 Camaro. There were a lot of things in life that mattered more than money. Family. Faith.

Of course, money helped. And thankfully, her career as a landscape architect was lucrative enough to satisfy her meager needs and some of her wants.

With a grin as wide as her handlebar, she leaned into the wind and accelerated past the hot new car before her exit loomed too close. Sheba came to life beneath her, growling and clawing the road as if eager to show this four-wheeled eagle what its two-wheeled counterpart could do. But Ellen kept her engine semi-leashed. Safety first. She just wanted a look-see, not a blooming drag race.

As Sheba shot up beside the 'Vette, Ellen savored its sleek lines and made out a profile through the tinted windows. To her surprise, it was a mature, square-jawed one with a dimpled chin that turned toward her.

Shades of 007, he was checking her out, his designer sunglasses tipped ever-so-slightly in her direction! Sheba wobbled, betraying Ellen's shock. A teeth-grating smile locked on her lips by embarrassment, she did what she'd been taught to do since childhood. Blushing from her bones to the leather of her vest, she nodded a neighborly hello and gave Sheba the gas. It wasn't flirting, she told herself, but just in case the guy thought she was, the best thing to do was to exit. And if he'd been checking out Sheba . . . well, he could check out her dust.

"Go on, little Sheba," Adrian Sinclair chided, reading the custom tags on the back of the pearl-glow black-and-red Harley streaking ahead of him. "You might think you can run, but you can't outrun me."

He had no intention of actually catching the female biker. The preconceived image of badly colored and coiffed hair, tattoos, cigarette-breath, and a voice that could grate old cheese hardly appealed to him. Passing the chrome-bedecked Harley-Davidson served him just fine. It was a matter of power versus power, nothing else. And the five hundred and five horses under his hood were as anxious to break out as his own frustrated spirit.

At least they could.

"In one mile, turn right onto Route 90 East to Ocean Pines," his OnStar lady told him in a pleasant, yet indifferent voice.

One mile in which to show Sheba she'd bitten off more than she could chew. He gunned the engine and shifted gears. That was definitely doable. He might even make it to the closing for his new property a few minutes early.

In a matter of seconds, Adrian caught up with the bike. He couldn't help but admire the way the lady moved as one with the bike, dipping and swaying in those tight jeans as if she was glued to the seat. Sheba and her rider definitely showed a poetry in motion that a man behind a steering wheel couldn't.

Adrian wondered who the second helmet strapped on the back of the bike belonged to. A husband or boyfriend? Not likely, he decided. It matched Sheba's accessories. Would a rough-riding Harley man name his bike Sheba?

"In one half mile, turn right onto Route 90 East to Ocean Pines."

For Pete's Sake. Copyright © by Linda Windsor. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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For Pete's Sake

Chapter One

What a car! A 2007 Atomic Orange Corvette swept past Ellen Brittingham's motorcycle as though in flight. It was the four-wheeled American eagle, in a class all its own. Her pulse, already thrumming as she rode in the saddle of her new Harley-Davidson, shot into an even higher gear. Ellen had been watching its approach in the rearview mirrors as she rode past green pastures that morphed into woods and then into a crossroads, occupied by a food and gas mini-market. It had been just a dot of orange, moving up through a herd of beach-bound cars and SUVs.

Revving up the speed of her Hog, she flipped on her blinker and swerved onto the passing lane to follow in the sport car's wake. Talk about the perfect end to a perfect week.

The Lower Shore Ladybugs, a women's biker group, had planned a rendezvous in St. Michaels on the Tred Avon River. Just perfect to shake down her new bike—her first new bike. The gang, made up of women from all walks of life, had a blast taking day trips from St. Michaels to the farthest reaches of the Delmarva Peninsula. It never ceased to amaze Ellen how much the Eastern Shore's quaint bay and riverside towns, as well as their contrasting oceanfront resorts, had to offer and how much locals—including her—took them for granted.

And Sheba, the name Ellen dubbed the new bike because it made her feel like a queen, had done her proud. She'd roared like a lioness or purred like a cub all the way. Not once had Ellen had to break out the tool kit she kept in the left saddlebag. But then, for what she'd paid for the Harley, she hadn't expected to.

Watching the sleek Corvette swoop around an SUV as if it was standing still, Ellen accelerated to close the distance between them and get a better look. She'd read in one of her mechanics magazines that the GM 'Vette had a new color, and she liked it. With that metallic finish, it looked good to Ellen—from the front in her rearview mirror, the side as it passed her, and the back as she now followed it. She'd go at least as far as Route 90 with the kid and then head for Piper Cove and home.

That is, she assumed it was a kid who'd barreled by her. Probably a college grad in his new graduation present. Or even a high-school grad. Some families could swing that kind of gift. Not that she begrudged them or the fact that hers couldn't. No 'Vette in the world could give her the pleasure that she'd experienced helping her dad rebuild his classic 1967 Camaro. There were a lot of things in life that mattered more than money. Family. Faith.

Of course, money helped. And thankfully, her career as a landscape architect was lucrative enough to satisfy her meager needs and some of her wants.

With a grin as wide as her handlebar, she leaned into the wind and accelerated past the hot new car before her exit loomed too close. Sheba came to life beneath her, growling and clawing the road as if eager to show this four-wheeled eagle what its two-wheeled counterpart could do. But Ellen kept her engine semi-leashed. Safety first. She just wanted a look-see, not a blooming drag race.

As Sheba shot up beside the 'Vette, Ellen savored its sleek lines and made out a profile through the tinted windows. To her surprise, it was a mature, square-jawed one with a dimpled chin that turned toward her.

Shades of 007, he was checking her out, his designer sunglasses tipped ever-so-slightly in her direction! Sheba wobbled, betraying Ellen's shock. A teeth-grating smile locked on her lips by embarrassment, she did what she'd been taught to do since childhood. Blushing from her bones to the leather of her vest, she nodded a neighborly hello and gave Sheba the gas. It wasn't flirting, she told herself, but just in case the guy thought she was, the best thing to do was to exit. And if he'd been checking out Sheba . . . well, he could check out her dust.

"Go on, little Sheba," Adrian Sinclair chided, reading the custom tags on the back of the pearl-glow black-and-red Harley streaking ahead of him. "You might think you can run, but you can't outrun me."

He had no intention of actually catching the female biker. The preconceived image of badly colored and coiffed hair, tattoos, cigarette-breath, and a voice that could grate old cheese hardly appealed to him. Passing the chrome-bedecked Harley-Davidson served him just fine. It was a matter of power versus power, nothing else. And the five hundred and five horses under his hood were as anxious to break out as his own frustrated spirit.

At least they could.

"In one mile, turn right onto Route 90 East to Ocean Pines," his OnStar lady told him in a pleasant, yet indifferent voice.

One mile in which to show Sheba she'd bitten off more than she could chew. He gunned the engine and shifted gears. That was definitely doable. He might even make it to the closing for his new property a few minutes early.

In a matter of seconds, Adrian caught up with the bike. He couldn't help but admire the way the lady moved as one with the bike, dipping and swaying in those tight jeans as if she was glued to the seat. Sheba and her rider definitely showed a poetry in motion that a man behind a steering wheel couldn't.

Adrian wondered who the second helmet strapped on the back of the bike belonged to. A husband or boyfriend? Not likely, he decided. It matched Sheba's accessories. Would a rough-riding Harley man name his bike Sheba?

"In one half mile, turn right onto Route 90 East to Ocean Pines."

For Pete's Sake. Copyright © by Linda Windsor. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2012

    Good Book!

    I really liked this book. Very interesting! Can't wait to read the next book in the series!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2008

    'For Pete's Sake'....get the book!!!!!

    The book centers around Ellen Brittingham (whom you met in 'Wedding Bell Blues'.) She is one of the bosom buddies and such fun to be around! She loves her friends, fixing cars, fishing, hunting, landscaping, driving a Harley Hog and Kids. She's a girl with a BIG heart. On her way home one day she spies a sunset orange Corvette driven by a very handsome fellow named Adrian Sinclair. He also notices that it's a 'she' driving that Hog. After he runs over something in the road, loses his breaks and ends up in a cornfield, Ellen gives him a ride home which just happens to be by hers. They both sense an attraction to each other and she soon finds out he is a widower, has an 11 year old son named Peter and is engaged to Selena. (Bummer) As Ellen and Pete begin to form a friendship, Adrain is feeling more drawn to Ellen. She has an easy way with his son unlike Selena. But what's a fella to do? Adrain is where he is because of Selena. Ellen is only his neighbor...right? Here is where things get complicated....and FUN! You will love all the secondary characters and of course you get to see all the bosom buddies again!!! I found myself laughing out loud in many places and several funny lines that will stay with me for a long time. I love the way Linda writes. Her easy style makes you feel like you are right there in Piper Cove. I highly recommend this book. You can read it as a stand alone but I think you will enjoy it much more if you read 'Wedding Bell Blues' first. I'm looking forward to the next installment!!!! Great work Linda.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Fans will appreciate this warm romance

    One of the Four Musketeers Ellen Brittingham loves driving a motorcycle but her tomboyish behavior seems to turn off men. She has pretty much settled on the thought she will never meet someone who will embrace the real full Ellen because they will demand she give up her safety helmet for frills. Additionally Ellen has never met a man who makes her melt inside.----------------------- That is until Adrian Sinclair moves in next door. Ellen is attracted to the single dad and likes his eleven year old son Peter, whose mom Carol died giving birth to him. However, now that she finally has found the man of her dreams, she knows she cannot compete with his fiancée Selena a stunning tall blonde software marketing rep besides which she understands Pete must come first.------------------------- The second Windsor's Piper Cove tale (see WEDDING BELL BLUES) is an engaging inspirational romance starring two likable individuals who both understand that Pete comes before their needs. That mantra gives Ellen her only edge against her rival, who is beautiful and brilliant, but misses the key to Adrian¿s heart. The secondary cast, mostly the other three pals, of course Pete, Carol (through Adrian¿s pensive thoughts) and Selena, enhances the deep look at the fully developed lead couple. Fans will appreciate this warm romance.--------------------- Harriet Klausner

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