The House on Blackberry Hill: A Jewell Cove Novel [NOOK Book]

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When a young woman inherits a rundown mansion, the last thing she expects to find is the key to her heart…

 

Abby Foster is a fish out of water in the Maine coastal town of Jewell Cove. The crumbling Foster estate, left to her by a relative she never even knew, has everyone’s eyes on her—an eerie reminder of the long-buried family secrets that have haunted her…forever. Single, stunning, and sometimes too strong-willed for her own good, Abby’s plan is to sell the house and ...

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Overview


When a young woman inherits a rundown mansion, the last thing she expects to find is the key to her heart…

 

Abby Foster is a fish out of water in the Maine coastal town of Jewell Cove. The crumbling Foster estate, left to her by a relative she never even knew, has everyone’s eyes on her—an eerie reminder of the long-buried family secrets that have haunted her…forever. Single, stunning, and sometimes too strong-willed for her own good, Abby’s plan is to sell the house and hightail it back to Nova Scotia. But another part of her is intrigued by the idea of starting over somewhere new—and finally learning the truth about her heritage.   

 

THE HOUSE ON BLACKBERRY HILL

 


Enter Tom Arseneault. The best contractor in Jewell Cove, Tom is determined to restore the beauty and prestige of the Foster mansion—and maybe even work his charms on its beautiful new heir. The attraction between him and Abby is undeniable, and the more time Tom spends on the house the more he wants to be in it with her. But Abby’s not sure she can trust him—or anyone in Jewell Cove who seems to know more about her family history than she does. Home: Is it really where the heart is after all?

“Donna Alward writes warm, memorable characters who spring to life on the page. Brimming with old family history, small-town secrets and newfound passion, you’ll want to pack up and move to Jewell Cove, Maine!”Lily Everett

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“A wonderful story with plenty of sizzle and the perfect hint of mystery. Donna Alward writes with emotion and heart.”—RaeAnne Thayne, USA Today bestselling author of Willowleaf Lane

“Donna Alward writes warm, memorable characters who spring to life on the page. Brimming with old family history, small-town secrets and newfound passion, you’ll want to pack up and move to Jewell Cove, Maine!” —Lily Everett

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04/15/2014
Inheriting a crumbling mansion from a great-aunt she didn't know existed, Abby Foster takes a deferred leave from her Nova Scotia teaching job and heads to tiny Jewell Cove, ME. Her plan is to whip the house into shape, sell it, and head back home, maybe learning something about this unknown side of her family in the process. But as she works on the house, Abby is drawn to the picturesque coastal town and its people, especially sexy contractor Tom Arseneault, and she begins to wonder if this might really be "home" for her, after all. VERDICT Old family secrets, a bitter tragedy, and a restless spirit add mystery and an eerie touch to this compelling story that is steeped in small-town New England flavor so rich you can taste it and beautifully launches the author's new series. Alward (Her Rancher Rescuer) lives in Nova Scotia.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781466843646
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 4/29/2014
  • Series: A Jewell Cove Novel , #1
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 16,460
  • File size: 661 KB

Meet the Author


A busy wife and mother of three (two daughters plus the family dog), Donna Alward believes hers is the best job in the world: a combination of stay-at-home mom and romance novelist. Donna loves being back on the East Coast of Canada after nearly twelve years in Alberta where her career began, writing about cowboys and the west. 

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House on Blackberry Hill

A Jewell Cove Novel


By Donna Alward

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2014 Donna Alward
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-4364-6


CHAPTER 1
 
 
Abby Foster didn’t want to like the town of Jewell Cove. It was just her bad luck, then, that the place appeared annoyingly cheerful and quaint; a postcard-perfect sea town on the Maine coast dotted with colorful buildings nestled above the pristine inlet of Penobscot Bay. In response to her irritation, she cranked up the radio and rolled down the window. The breeze blew her hair back from her face, and she gave her head a toss as she continued into the town, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel along with the music. She had to be here. She didn’t have to like it.
But she couldn’t put the trip off any longer. Something had to be done with the house. The estate was paying the taxes on the damned place but her aunt Marian’s lawyer kept pestering her about the condition of the property and what she was going to do about it. The constant correspondence made it impossible to pretend the house didn’t exist. So she finally put in for a deferred leave from her job as an elementary school teacher and decided to deal with the family mess once and for all.
Family, heh. Abby gave a short laugh to herself. Up until a year ago, she hadn’t realized she actually had any family. And if it weren’t for Ian Martin, Marian’s pesky lawyer, she’d happily ignore the connection altogether. It was easy to resent a family she’d never known—a family who could have reached out to her at any time over the last twenty-five years and hadn’t. Ever since she’d received the so-called happy news that she was practically an heiress, she’d refused to use her inheritance from her great-aunt Marian for anything. She considered it somehow tainted, like guilt money sent too late to make amends for past transgressions. Not that she knew what those transgressions were other than years of silence. Abby’s Gram had staunchly refused to talk about her childhood, and Marian certainly hadn’t reached out. All that Abby knew was that Gram had been raised by her grandparents, who’d died right before she’d gotten pregnant with Abby’s father. In many ways, it was like Gram’s life hadn’t existed before the Prescotts took her in.
Abby frowned and picked up the slip of paper with directions scrawled on it. Now that she was here they didn’t exactly seem to make sense. She couldn’t tell if she was facing south or east, the way the road twisted around. Why hadn’t she bought a GPS or even printed the directions out from Google?
Seeing a gas station up ahead, Abby made a sharp turn and pulled into the broken paved lot. Situated at the edge of town, the old-fashioned gas pumps and faded sign definitely had a “vintage” feel to them—if you considered rundown to be vintage. She needed to fill up with gas anyway, and she could ask for directions to Foster Lane. She blew out a breath. For Pete’s sake, there was even a road named after the family … a side of the family, she reminded herself bitterly, who’d apparently been as rich as Croesus and left the rest of them to be poor as church mice.
A grizzled man in a navy shirt came out of the shop, wiping his hands on a rag as she pulled up to the gas pump. “Afternoon,” he called out, and when he smiled, she saw he was missing a few teeth. Great.
“Hi, there,” she answered back pleasantly, determined to be friendly. Gram had always said you could catch more flies with honey than vinegar, and the smoother this went the faster she’d be out of here, leaving nothing more than a vapor trail. “Fill it up, please.”
“Sure thing,” he replied. He went to the pump and opened her gas cap. “Nova Scotia plate. On vacation?”
“Um … sort of.” She pasted on her biggest smile. “I was wondering, can you tell me how to get to Foster Lane? The directions I have aren’t very clear.”
The old man’s head snapped up. “Foster Lane? Only thing up there is the house on Blackberry Hill.”
A little zing of excitement that she didn’t expect coursed through her. “The House on Blackberry Hill” sounded positively poetic, and much more evocative than plain old Foster House. “Yes, that’s it. The Foster mansion, right?”
The pump clicked off and the man put the gas cap back on and came to her window. “No one’s lived in the Foster place for years. Not since Marian got sick and had to go to the home.” He pushed his cap back on his head. “Heard some distant family member inherited it, but we’ve never heard a whisper from him. It’s a wicked mess up there after being left so long.”
Unease settled on her again, erasing the tingle of anticipation she’d felt. How much of a mess was she walking into? Maybe this grand mansion was nothing but a derelict disaster after all. The joke would be on her, wouldn’t it, if she had inherited a rundown money pit. “Could you give me directions to it anyway?”
He peered at her keenly. “Hey, you ain’t that relative, are ya? The one she left everything to?”
Abigail held in a sigh and tried to relax her shoulders. “That would be me. I’m Abigail Foster. Marian was my great-aunt.” It felt strange just saying the words.
He tilted his head and squinted at her. “You Iris’s blood, then? No one from Iris’s side’s set foot here since ’45.”
Her smile faltered at the reminder. She had to be here to do something about the house, but as she sat in her car, Abby realized that perfect strangers knew more about her family past than she did. It wasn’t exactly a comfortable feeling.
“The directions, please?”
He stepped back at her sharpish tone. “Sure, sure, right enough. Follow this road through town, then go another few miles and you’ll find Blackberry Hill Road off to your right, starting up the mountain. Foster Lane’s about halfway up, to the left.”
“Thank you so much.” She took some cash out of her wallet to pay for the gas and started her engine. But before she could drive away, the man—Bill, his shirt said—leaned his elbows on the window.
“You’re gonna want someone to have a look at the place, Ms. Foster. It’s going to need repairs for sure. I can give you some names…”
Abby forced a smile. “Maybe some other time, once I’ve had a chance to look around. But thanks for the directions, Bill. You’ve been a real help.”
He got the message and stood back, his lips pursed at the polite but clear indication that she wanted to be on her way. Abby lifted a hand in farewell as she pulled away from the pumps, knowing that she couldn’t hide forever. Sooner or later—probably sooner, once Bill started the proverbial ball rolling—the people of Jewell Cove would know that the Foster mansion and the bags of money that went with it all belonged to her. And if Abby knew anything about small towns, they’d all want to know what she planned to do with it; they’d all have suggestions and want their piece of the pie, wouldn’t they?
She rested her elbow along the open window as she slowed coming into town limits. She’d driven through fog until somewhere around the New Brunswick border, but now there was nothing but blue skies overhead as she crawled down Main Street.
Her first impression of the town had been that it reminded her of the seaside villages on Nova Scotia’s South Shore—a cheerful kaleidoscope of colorful homes and businesses above a small but vibrant harbor. That was fairly accurate, she realized, as fishing and pleasure boats bobbed on the surface of the cove. She slowed to watch a restored schooner slide effortlessly into the harbor to dock. The water glittered in the summer sun and the tangy scent of the sea filled her nostrils.
She paused at the one and only traffic light. The town looked like something off a brochure—complete with patriotic flags along storefronts and pots of cheerful geraniums, white petunias, and trailing lobelia. She snorted. Nothing was ever as perfect as it seemed on the outside. Especially innocent-looking, quaint towns with well-tended flower beds and wreaths on the doors and little girls in pigtails walking down the sidewalk eating cones of ice cream. Abby couldn’t help but think these little towns were painted so cheerfully as a form of defiance against the tragedy that always seemed to surround them. Fishermen lost at sea, that sort of thing. Resilience in the face of adversity. She’d seen enough of that growing up, moving from small town to small town.
Bill’s directions had been to follow Main Street to the end and turn on to Blackberry Hill Road, and from there up the mountain to Foster Lane. The only problem was Main Street didn’t end until it met the coastal highway again. She’d have to guess at how far a “couple of miles” was and hope she didn’t miss it.
She lifted her chin and let out a breath of relief as the sign for Blackberry Hill appeared. If she had her way, the house was going on the market and the sooner the better. She’d be free of this mess and could go back to Halifax with a clear conscience. No more nagging lawyer invading her e-mail and voice mail every few weeks.
She flicked on her blinker and made the turn.
*   *   *
Tom Arseneault put down the phone and sat back in his chair, his brow wrinkled in what was, lately, a constant state of worry.
Everyone said the economy was rebounding. He’d yet to see the proof. That was the second job he’d bid on that had gone under. A man needed to make a living and people simply weren’t spending. As it was, he was nearly finished with a basement reno project and the only thing on the immediate schedule was Jess Collins’s back deck at her shop. Seeing as Jess was family, Tom didn’t stand to make a lot of profit from that deal.
When the phone rang again he almost didn’t answer it. It seemed the only time it rang lately was to give him bad news. But on the third ring he couldn’t stand hearing the incessant chime of Beethoven’s Fifth—his assistant Cassidy’s attempt at office humor. The assistant who, at the moment, was taking yet another sick day. He picked up.
“Arseneault Contracting,” he said.
“Tom. It’s Meggie.”
His aunt. He relaxed in his chair and crossed an ankle over his knee. “Hey, Aunt Meggie. What can I do for you?”
Meggie didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “I have some news about Josh.”
His stomach clenched. His cousin Josh was still living in Hartford, but Tom wasn’t sure how long that was going to last. Josh’s wife, Erin, had been killed in action overseas on her last tour as an army medic. There wasn’t a lot of reason for Josh to stay in Hartford anymore.
The last time Tom and Josh had been in the same room together, Tom had come out of it with a split lip and Josh had sported a few bruised ribs.
“Is Josh okay?” Despite the bad blood between them, his heart squeezed a little at the thought of anything happening to his cousin. They had too much history.
“He’s coming home, Tom. To stay.”
The air went out of Tom’s lungs. He’d known this day would eventually come. Jewell Cove was Josh’s home. His family was here. He’d never belonged in Hartford, going into practice with Erin’s father. Josh, like the rest of the Collins family, was a small-town boy who needed to be close to the water. Not a city dweller.
And yet knowing Josh was coming home made the dull ache of Tom’s grief threaten to swell up again and he swallowed thickly. Josh was a constant reminder of all the things Tom didn’t like about himself, and despite how much he loved his cousin he couldn’t stand to look at him.
Tom had been in love with his cousin’s—with his best friend’s—wife. And he still felt like shit about it.
“Tom?”
Aunt Meggie’s voice came gently over the line, cutting him with its understanding. He took a breath and closed his eyes. “I’m still here. Sorry, Aunt Meggie.”
“No need to apologize. I thought you should hear it from me. It’s not like Josh is going to call with the happy news, is he?”
Tom chuckled at the wry tone in Meggie’s voice. Despite being Josh’s mother and naturally biased, she’d always been fair. Meggie and the girls had never despised Tom the way Josh did.
“When’s he coming?”
“Soon. He’s going to take over Phil Nye’s practice. He’s sharing the space with Dr. Yang until Phil retires in July.”
It was a done deal, then. In a way Tom was relieved. Things had been unsettled too long. If Josh came home they could at least sort out how they meant to go on. Hopefully resolve it without fists. More likely it would be with stonewalling silence. Josh was really good at keeping his true feelings hidden.
“That’s good, Meggie. You must be real happy. He doesn’t belong in Hartford.”
“I’m glad you agree, Tom. And I’m calling for another reason, too.”
He should have known there would be a hitch.
“We’re having a barbecue on the long weekend. I expect you to be there. Your parents and Bryce and Mary have already said they’re coming. It’s time to let bygones be bygones. For both of you. There’s nothing left to fight over.”
Tom ran his free hand over his face. No one seemed to understand that there was more to the situation than two cousins fighting over the same woman.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. The last time…” He paused, unsure of how much to say. It wasn’t the fight he couldn’t let go of, it was the grief. She was his cousin’s wife, yet Josh wasn’t the only one mourning. He had been grieving too, only he had never been able to show it. He hadn’t felt entitled to his grief.
“The last time you both were stupid. You’re cousins. You have to start somewhere. And if either one of you starts any trouble, I’ll kick your asses. You know I can do it.”
Aunt Meggie had tanned his backside enough when he and Josh had been boys that he knew she meant it. The same way his mom would say the exact same thing to Josh. The two sisters had raised their boys with tough but loving hands.
He respected her far too much to let her down now. “I’ll be there. On my best behavior, promise.”
“You could always bring your hot wings as a peace offering.”
He laughed. “You’re pushing it, Aunt Meggie.”
“I know.” The line went quiet for a minute, as if she were deciding on her next words. “He needs you, Tom. He needs all of us right now.”
Tom’s heart thumped. He wanted to ask, What about me? What about what I need? But he had no right. Erin hadn’t been his wife. And through the bitterness was another tangle of emotion. He and Bryce and Josh—they’d all been like brothers. He’d missed his cousin, too. Yet he knew it would never be the same between them again.
“Hot wings it is.”
“Good. I’ll let you go now. Hope I didn’t keep you from anything important.”
“Another canceled job is all. Looks like Jess’s decking will be getting my full attention.”
“Oh! That reminds me. I was down at the grocery store this afternoon. Gloria told me that Bill at the service station said that the new owner’s finally showed up at the Foster place. Marian’s heir, and with Nova Scotia license plates.”
Tom sat up straighter in his chair. The Foster mansion. For as long as he could remember, he’d wanted to get inside and get another good look at the old monstrosity. It was well over a hundred and fifty years old, and he’d bet any money it was gorgeous. They just didn’t build them like that anymore. But it had been closed up since Marian had taken ill. Now that it was in new hands …
He recognized an opportunity when it hit him in the face. He enjoyed his work as a contractor, but the idea of restoring an old place like that … it wasn’t work. It was a privilege.
“Thanks for letting me know,” he said casually, trying to hide the excitement in his voice. “I’ll have to pop in one of these days.” One of these days, hell. He’d be up there within the hour.
“See you at the barbecue, Tom,” Meggie answered.
“Bye.”
He hung up the phone and stared at it for a minute. Josh, home. Family gathering. Recipe for disaster. But the house up on Blackberry Hill?
He pushed his chair back and grabbed his keys. This was his dream project. First thing he had to do was meet the new owner and get inside. Word would spread fast and he didn’t want another contractor swooping in and stealing the chance away from him. There was no one else in the area as qualified for the job as he was.
It was just the thing he needed to keep his mind occupied. Idle hands meant an idle mind.
And with Josh coming home, he needed to find a way to forget about Erin. For good. For all their sakes.
 
 
Copyright © 2014 by Donna Alward

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  • Posted July 11, 2014

    A sweet story that's as much about falling in love with a town a

    A sweet story that's as much about falling in love with a town as it is a romance. By the time you finish, you'll find yourself wishing you lived in Jewell Cove. You'll definitely look forward to visiting it again. (The cliff hanger at the end of hte book doesn't hurt either. You'll be waiting for Book 2)  As a hero, Tom is sex on a stick. Nothing is better than a hot, heartbroken man who is good with his hands. Plus there are just enough paranormal elements and mystery to keep you turning the page. This is an awesome ST debut. Fans of Donna's category romances won't be disappointed. New readers will be glad they discovered her.

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  • Posted May 24, 2014

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    In The House on Blackberry Hill by Donna Alward, Abby inherits a

    In The House on Blackberry Hill by Donna Alward, Abby inherits an estate in Jewell Cove, Maine, from a great aunt that she didn't know she had.  With her immediate family long gone, this mysterious connection to Jewell Cove is not what Abby expected.  Abby is angry and hurt about this hidden side of her family, that no one reached out to her while they were alive.  The estate needs a lot of work, and Abby's plan is to fix it up, sell, and head back home to Canada - alone.  Along with the house there are old family secrets, long buried, but not forgotten about by everyone.  Someone wants the truth discovered, and Abby is the person they've picked to do it.




    Tom is a local contractor whose dream is restoring old homes such as The House on Blackberry Hill.  He wants nothing more than the chance to work on The House on Blackberry Hill...if he can convince Abby he is the man for the job.  Abby is not so sure about Tom and the confidence he has in himself...and she is even less sure about the attraction she feels towards him.  Neither of them wants any kind of relationship.  Tom has not been able to get over the woman he loved and lost, and Abby does not trust easily, she's too used to being let down and losing people she cares about.   The more time they spend together though, the closer they become and the attraction can't be denied.  Abby slowly starts to trust Tom with her secrets, her ghosts and her self.  The House on Blackberry Hill brings them together with a common goal, but will it be a strong enough start?  Tom is not as open with Abby, and just as she starts to feel secure in Jewell Cove Tom and his issues might drive her away again.  Will either of them ever be able to take a chance on love again?




    Donna gives us a strong, enchanting story in The House on Blackberry Hill.  She effortlessly blends romance, mystery, and a dash of paranormal.  She will draw you in quickly and captivate you with small town Jewell Cove and The House on Blackberry Hill, making you feel like you are there.  The characters are all strong, from Abby and Tom to the numerous secondary characters that give The House on Blackberry Hill that extra liveliness.  I did feel I would have liked a bit more background on Abby's past, I feel it would have given me a much better understanding of her.  Donna does give us some, but not as much as I would have liked. Other than that, Abby is a lady that you will feel for.  She is brave, but she is also scared and lonely.  She is real, and at times your heart will be sad for her.  I really, really enjoyed watching Abby slowly become a part of the community of Jewell Cove.  She makes friends, but most of the time remains a bit terrified inside.  She really grows throughout The House on Blackberry Hill.  Donna gives us great background on Tom, and it is easy to feel frustrated with him at times!  I really wanted to see Tom move on from the past and embrace the future, whether or not his future has Abby in it!




    The House on Blackberry Hill is filled with humor, heart, and a touch of sadness at times.  Donna manages to evoke a variety of emotions throughout with her superb writing, and her descriptions of The House on Blackberry Hill and Jewell Cove make it easy to see in your mind and feel like you're there.




    I would recommend The House on Blackberry Hill to all romance readers, especially if you like small town romance!  I will definitely be reading the next book in this series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 30, 2014

    It was sweet. It was fun. It was emotional. A good summer read e

    It was sweet. It was fun. It was emotional. A good summer read especially when the day is rainy. I read this in a day and look forward to Donna Alward's future books.

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