The Life of Reilly [NOOK Book]

Overview

Lynn Reilly has landed her dream job as a schoolteacher on beautiful Treasure Island. She should be happy as a clam, but someone is keeping her from enjoying her new life. Her nutty aunt Delphine is determined to set her up with her very eligible (and very cute) neighbor, Reverend Jack Marks.

The only problem is...Delphine is a ghost.

A meddling aunt is one thing. A relative stirring up trouble from the grave is quite another. Especially when ...

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Overview

Lynn Reilly has landed her dream job as a schoolteacher on beautiful Treasure Island. She should be happy as a clam, but someone is keeping her from enjoying her new life. Her nutty aunt Delphine is determined to set her up with her very eligible (and very cute) neighbor, Reverend Jack Marks.

The only problem is...Delphine is a ghost.

A meddling aunt is one thing. A relative stirring up trouble from the grave is quite another. Especially when Delphine's matchmaking shenanigans include trickery, humiliation and an alligator named Buster! But with all Delphine's outrageous haunting high jinks, it looks as if Lynn and Mark won't stand a ghost of a chance!

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When brainy (and unwed) Lynn Reilly decides to take her Ph.D. in math and physics to the tiny island paradise of Treasure Island and teach school-all 12 grades-her appalled aunt Delphine comes back from the grave, literally, to do something about her niece's single state, and attractive next-door neighbor Rev. Jack Marks is the perfect vehicle. A nosy parrot, a marvelous alligator named Buster, and an island full of offbeat characters, including the meddling, ghostly Delphine, add to the fun as Jack and Lynn deal with their mutual attraction in this quirky, lighthearted fantasy that continues the author's "Treasure Island" series. Civil-Brown (Hurricane Hannah) also writes romantic suspense as Rachel Lee.


—Kristin Ramsdell
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460308660
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 11/15/2012
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 828,055
  • File size: 344 KB

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"I TAKE IT YOU weren't satisfied to be quantum consciousness dispersed through eleven dimensions?"

Lynn Reilly stood in the living room of her little bungalow, the tropical breeze of Treasure Island blowing through open windows and screened doors. The furnishings, though sparse, were wicker with brightly colored pillows. Curtains matching the pillow covers—which Lynn had made herself— tossed gently in the breeze.

It should have been an idyllic evening scene: tropical breeze perfumed by exotic flowers, the sound of the surf in the distance, the sun settling low in the sky and casting a golden glow everywhere it touched.

Should have been being the operative phrase. Lynn had forgotten all that beauty because she was standing in the doorway of the room staring at her Aunt Delphine.

Delphine looked pretty darn good. As if she'd had a face lift. Nothing exaggerated, just enough to take a few years off. Her skin tone was great, too. Lynn would have given her right arm to achieve that particular satiny rosy look.

So Delphine looked great. The only problem was, she shouldn't have been standing in Lynn's living room.

Because Delphine had died five years ago of a stroke.

Delphine smiled. "You could at least say, "Hi, Aunt Delphine. It's been a while.""

Instead, Lynn said, unable to wrap her mind around what was happening, "You're supposed to be dead."

"Pah!" Delphine replied, frowning. "Death is far overrated, dear! And by the way, you're wrong about the number of dimensions."

Lynn's knees started to give way and she sagged onto the nearest chair. Was she really discussing quantum physics with her dead aunt?Shaking her head in shock, she asked, "Okay, so how many are there?"

"Sorry, dear," Delphine said. "You'll have to earn your Nobel Prize on that one."

And that was Delphine, as enigmatic in the afterlife as she had been in life. Wasn't she supposed to be playing harps with angels or something? How could God have let her escape from heaven to come to Treasure Island?

But then, given Delphine's nature, the better question might have been: How could God have prevented her?

"You're not supposed to be here," Lynn said lamely.

"Probably true." Delphine said. She was wearing her favorite green dress which was covered in huge red cabbage roses, and settled onto the other wicker chair. Well, not settled, exactly. She almost…floated.

"But I thought I'd drop in anyway."

"How soon can you drop out?" Lynn asked pointedly.

God, this was impossible. She loved Delphine. How could she not? The woman had raised her from the age of ten, when her parents had died in an accident. But she shouldn't be here. Lynn was a scientist. Reality didn't behave this way.

Did it? "Lynn, honey. You and I need to talk."

Uh oh, Lynn thought. Whenever Delphine said that, she was in for the Lecture.

"I can't understand why in the world a young woman your age, with your training and credentials, would move to a tiny island to teach little kids. You should be at Stanford or MIT. There are hardly any eligible men here!"

"Delphine…" But then Lynn bit her tongue. She had had this discussion with Delphine before. Too many times. When she'd decided to major in physics and mathematics, Delphine had told her she would alienate men. When she had graduated summa cum laude and decided to pursue a Ph.D rather than a Mrs., Delphine had told her she would surely end up a lonely old woman.

"Oh, don't purse up at me," Delphine scolded.

"Do you have any idea how blessed you are?"

Blessed? Lynn sat up straighter. Blessed? Blessed to have the world's most interfering and manipulative aunt returned from the grave? Not that she didn't love Delphine to pieces, but the last five years had been un had been trying to make Lynn over into her own image.

Even as she thought it, Lynn realized she was verging on tears. Interfering and manipulative, yes, but so, so loving. Part of her wanted to fly across the room and try to hug her aunt just one more time.But the scientist in her erupted in a state of armed rebellion. This could not be real. It had to be an hallucination, and giving in to it would be dangerous to her sanity. "I'm going to take a walk," Lynn said, clutching frantically at the straws of her mental health. "I expect you to have vacated the premises by the time I return."

"But we're not finished!" Delphine said.

"Oh yes, Aunt Delphine," Lynn said. "We are. Go juggle some comets, or pick a star to send into supernova…or whatever else you might have to do. But let me live my life, okay?"

Without waiting for an answer, Lynn rose and stormed out, tamping down irritation and fear, pondering the inevitability of what had just happened.

Of course Delphine would do this. Even if she was an hallucination.

REVEREND JACK MARKS was in his driveway,

washing the ancient, cranky Jeep that was his emergency transportation. The island's salt air made rust a constant problem, and keeping the Jeep clean was a near daily chore, at least when they weren't having a drought. At the moment, car washing was limited to once a week.

But it wasn't really a chore, for it gave Jack time to think about life, God and his place in the universe, time to meditate as he went through the repetitive, mechanical motions of scrubbing and rinsing, scrubbing and rinsing.

Nearby, the island's pet alligator, Buster, waited on the grass for a spray from the hose. Buster, who'd lately been spending most of his time up at the airport, had apparently been driven into town by the island's recent lack of rain. Jack obligingly hosed him from head to tail, listening to Buster's groans of pleasure.

"Oooh, that feels good," Jack said to the gator. Grinning, he hosed the beast yet again, even though he was well aware that he was wasting precious water. Even Bridal Falls had shrunk some for lack of rainwater. The pool beneath looked smaller, too. But Buster was a living being who needed his share of water, too, and as Jack thought about it, he decided Buster needed the water more than the Jeep. So he turned the hose back on the gator until the beast was in the midst of a muddy puddle.

Buster approved, rolling in it. So much for the scrubby lawn.

Jack was not the stereotypical image of a clergyman. He eschewed clerical garb for Hawaiian shirts, khaki shorts and leather sandals, even when he was leading worship. It wasn't that he disrespected God. Far from it. He simply knew that God looked beyond what clothes a man was wearing, and was more interested in the cleanliness of the soul than the cleanliness of the suit. Treasure Island suited his view to a T: liberal and laid-back.

He glanced up as his new neighbor, the pretty dark-haired schoolteacher, emerged from the front of her house. So much for cleanliness of the soul. He fought down the urge to take a third glance, because upon the second one, he realized she certainly was fetching in bicycle shorts and a sports bra. He told himself not to notice, that women on Treasure Island often exercised in such garb, as the tropical heat would permit little else. And to be honest, with most of the women he saw dressed in that way, it wouldn't have disturbed him.

But there was something about this woman that made his heart skip a beat. Maybe it was the dark eyes that seemed at once placid and deep, or the smile that could easily have substituted for the island's power plant or even—so much for cleanliness of soul again—the long legs that seemed to carry her with such effortless grace. Whatever it was, this woman was certainly worth a fourth and fifth glance, if not an outright stare. Not the sort of thing a man of the cloth ought to do. But then, he was a man like any other, and he had the sneaking suspicion heaven would understand.

He was about to call out a friendly hello—having convinced himself that he meant nothing by it beyond the sort of neighborliness that typified the community here on Treasure Island—then hesitated when he realized she was not moving with her usual, casual grace. She was almost stomping, which, he could not help but notice, gave ever the slightest bounce in her…pectoral region. She was upset. Even angry, maybe. Certainly disturbed. Not the time for a friendly hello.

His first instinct was to mosey over that way and ask if something was wrong. But before he could make up his mind about a proper approach to something which might prove to be delicate, Lynn Reilly turned around and walked back into the house. Looking, Jack thought, rather like a woman determined to face a great unpleasantness. She disappeared inside and the screen door slapped closed behind her. Shrugging, Jack started washing his Jeep again.

A moment later, his head snapped up as he heard Lynn Reilly's voice float clearly through her open windows.

"You," Lynn said loudly, "were supposed to dissipate!"

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  • Posted February 2, 2014

    Hero: 4/10 Heroine: 3/10 Romance: 3/10 Humor: 1/10 Pace: 4/10 Se

    Hero: 4/10
    Heroine: 3/10
    Romance: 3/10
    Humor: 1/10
    Pace: 4/10
    Secondary Characters: 5/10

    Overall, I'm not very impressed with this book. There's a lot of mistakes, that I was surprised to find in a paperback from a big name publisher. These are mistakes I expect to see in ebooks from lazy authors/publishers that can't be bothered to check stuff first. There's even a mistake in the blurb on the back of the book! The characters were pretty bland. Nothing jumped out and "wow"ed me. And I actually was disappointed with Lynn's character when the town tried to help her out and she seemed ungrateful and rude.

    I felt the pace was pretty slow and meandering as well. Especially when Lynn went off on one of her scientific tangents. I was bored enough to skim those parts. That said, this wasn't a poorly written book. I especially loved the balance between dialog and narrative. And there was some definite "cute" aspects to the story as well. If I were to sum up the book in 1 sentence, it would be "Cute at times, but lackadaisical and kooky the rest of the time". I personally wouldn't recommend this book. There's just so many more interesting books out there! I still enjoy this author and her writing style, but this book is a dud for me.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Physicist Lynn Reilly left the predatory world of research for the idyllic lifestyle of a teacher on Treasure Island. However, to her chagrin, she is not alone. Her Aunt Delphine has moved into her residence. That would not be the worst thing as Lynn loved her aunt, but the problem is that Delphine died five years ago albeit she still looks great. Delphine thinks Lynn¿s next door neighbor Reverend Jack Marks is perfect for her so she decides to do in her afterlife what she failed to achieve in her life, matchmake her stubborn niece with the pastor. Her actions lead Jack to think that Lynn is a lunatic when he overhears her yelling at no one to stop interfering in her life. Still with the island pet Buster the alligator assisting her, how can Delphine fail in her heavenly cause? --- Chaos theory ensues when physics meets the afterlife in Sue Civil-Brown¿s amusing paranormal romance. Fans will laugh at the antics of Delphine abetted by Buster as tries to hook up the scientist who believes in the order of the Hawking Paradox of event horizons with the reverend who believes in heavenly miracles. With an eccentric support cast besides Buster and Delphine, fans of lighthearted romps will want to play poker with the Treasure Island crowd. --- Harriet Klausner

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