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Savannah Breeze

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by Mary Kay Andrews
     
 

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The Breeze Inn is a place where very classy Southern belle BeBe Loudermilk normally wouldn't be caught dead. But a brief, disastrous relationship with gorgeous "investment counselor" con man Reddy has costs her nearly all her worldly possessions. All that's left is the ramshackle 1950s motel on Tybee Island, "a drinking village with a fishing problem." Moving into

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The Breeze Inn is a place where very classy Southern belle BeBe Loudermilk normally wouldn't be caught dead. But a brief, disastrous relationship with gorgeous "investment counselor" con man Reddy has costs her nearly all her worldly possessions. All that's left is the ramshackle 1950s motel on Tybee Island, "a drinking village with a fishing problem." Moving into the manager's unit, BeBe vows to make magic out of mud, and with the help of the Inn's cantankerous caretaker, Harry, and her junking friend, Weezie, she soon has the motel spiffed up and attracting paying guests.

But all it takes is one Reddy sighting in Fort Lauderdale for BeBe to drop everything and haul her hastily assembled posse south to participate in a somewhat outside-the-law sting. With a little luck, BeBe might get her fortune back, Harry (who's looking hunkier every day) might get his boat back, and Reddy might get the prison stripes he so richly deserves.

Editorial Reviews

Rocky Mountain News
“Fun and fast-paced, yet emotional and warm.”
Boston Globe
“Lively...Andrews lays on lots of Savannah atmosphere and Southern charm.”
Star News (Wilmington
“Andrews is a practiced comic who detonates a laugh on nearly every page. She has great fun affectionately sticking the skewers through a certain type of Southern lady, bless her heart, for whom the phrase ‘What would Momma say?’ carries even more weight than ‘What would Jesus do?’”
In this sequel to Savannah Blues, BeBe Loudermilk has hit bottom. Cheated out of all her earthly possessions by a devilish hunk named Reddy, BeBe retreats to a rickety motor court patronized mainly, it seems, by alcoholics and giant mosquitoes. There the ever-feisty southern belle ekes out an existence in the midst of squalor, gradually reconstituting her life and improving the village. When somebody reports a chance sighting of Reddy in Fort Lauderdale, BeBe is ready to roll for total revenge. An engaging, entertaining read.
Publishers Weekly
Keating is simply delightful in the first-person role of BeBe Loudermilk, a thrice-divorced Southern belle and restaurant owner who falls for a gorgeous, smooth-talking con man who tricks her out of all her money and possessions. Putting on a lively Southern accent, Keating embodies BeBe perfectly, evoking her theatrical personality (wailing melodramatically over her loss), her self-deprecating humor and her never-give-up determination as she tries to pick up the pieces by getting a dilapidated motel up and running. Keating also creates distinct, believable voices for the other characters: a lazy drawl for BeBe's grandfather, whose absent-mindedness hides a shrewd mind; a gritty tone for Harry Sorrentino, the cantankerous hotel caretaker who alternately exasperates and attracts BeBe; and even voices of minor characters, including a Valley Girl-sounding young woman named Emma and a Spanish-accented bank teller. The audiobook is abridged, but you'd never know it: it flows seamlessly. It's a rollicking, entertaining story from beginning to end. This audiobook production makes an already enjoyable book even more fun, perfect for beach listening. Simultaneous release with the HarperCollins hardcover (Reviews, Jan. 30). (Apr.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
A great businesswoman but a ditz in the romance department, BeBe Loudermilk, whom we met in Andrews's Savannah Blues, returns having just signed over her real estate holdings, home, and successful restaurant to a con man who sweeps her off her feet. Poor BeBe is nearly broke and completely humiliated; she does have a wreck of a 1950s motel down by the beach though, inhabited by a wreck of a caretaker trying to get his fishing boat out of hock. BeBe and her friend Weezie, helped out by Harry the caretaker (who turns out to be a lot more appealing that BeBe first thought), get the motel back in shape for guests, and BeBe is starting to make money again when she hears that the con man has been sighted in Florida. The weasel doesn't stand a chance! Reader Isabel Keating does a great job with all the voices and accents, bringing the characters alive. Her pacing keeps the story moving right along. Recommended for public libraries where light summer fiction is popular. Barbara Valle, El Paso P.L., TX Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Andrews brings back characters from Savannah Blues (2002) for a new set of misadventures. BeBe Loudermilk is a member of Savannah's glitterati, a successful restaurateur and, thanks to some real-estate serendipity, a budding Donald Trump. While BeBe is a whiz at spotting a business opportunity, she is a washout when it comes to picking men. At 35, she has three divorces under her belt. Yet BeBe can't seem to help herself when a gorgeous man, Reddy Millbanks III, pours on the charm. Blinded by his physical prowess and distracted by other developments in her disorganized personal life, BeBe fails to catch wind of his schemes. She wakes up one morning to find that Reddy has stolen her small fortune; virtually penniless, BeBe learns the only thing left in her portfolio is a beat-up beach motel on Tybee Island. It's a painful fall from her lofty society-girl perch. BeBe is forced to scrub toilets and sweep floors in order to salvage her finances-if she can quickly rehab this property and turn it over for a profit, she might be back in business. While making cheap improvements at the motel, BeBe butts heads with taciturn manager Harry. Though Harry bristles at BeBe's bossiness and acquisitiveness, the two find common ground as they commiserate about the cards they've been dealt. Predictably, sparks fly when the uptown girl and salty dog get together. Meanwhile, BeBe and her best pal, Weezie, drum up a kooky scheme worthy of Lucy and Ethel to hunt down Reddy and out-swindle him-zany costumes and numerous cocktails are involved. A successful combination of romance and action make this sunny novel a beach-ready treat.
Star News (Wilmington))
"Andrews is a practiced comic who detonates a laugh on nearly every page. She has great fun affectionately sticking the skewers through a certain type of Southern lady, bless her heart, for whom the phrase ‘What would Momma say?’ carries even more weight than ‘What would Jesus do?’"
Star News (Wilmington)
"Andrews is a practiced comic who detonates a laugh on nearly every page. She has great fun affectionately sticking the skewers through a certain type of Southern lady, bless her heart, for whom the phrase ‘What would Momma say?’ carries even more weight than ‘What would Jesus do?’"
Booklist
“Truly enjoyable . . . packed with Andrews’ trademark wit and humor.”
Romantic Times BOOKclub
“A fun book! The characters come alive and jump off the page.”

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780060564674
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
01/30/2007
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
464
Sales rank:
159,487
Product dimensions:
5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 1.04(d)

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Savannah Breeze LP


By Mary Kay Andrews

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright ©2006 Mary Kay Andrews
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0060853468

Chapter One

He was introduced to me as "Reddy" -- short for Ryan Edward Millbanks III. And I should have known better. He was younger. Too young. Sexy. Too sexy. Dead sexy. Exquisite manners. And as he leaned in, kissing me lightly on the cheek, I nearly fainted from the pheromones the man emitted. "I've heard so much about you from your ex-husband," he whispered, his mustache tickling my ear.

Alarms should have gone off. Sirens, blinking lights. Robotic voices should have warned me away. But the band was playing something Gershwinish, and I wouldn't have listened anyway. I only heard what I wanted to hear.

At the mention of my ex, I looked around the tightly packed ballroom with alarm. "Richard? What's Richard doing here? They were supposed to notify me when he was released."

Reddy looked confused and laughed to cover up his embarrassment. "Richard? But . . . Sandy Thayer told me, I mean, well, Sandy said you were his ex-wife. That is, he pointed in this direction and suggested I come talk to you. In fact, he suggested you might need rescuing from your date. You are BeBe Loudermilk, have I got that right?"

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Oh, Sandy. Yes, you've got that right. Sandy is my ex. Or I'm his. Twice, in fact. Sorry, I've been drinkingwine all night. As for my date, I'm not sure he remembers he brought me." I grimaced in the direction of Tater Love, my so-called date, who'd spent most of the evening drooling down the front of my ball gown, and who was now draped over the bar, consuming one beer after another.

Tater was a last-minute fix-up, and I should have known better, but it was the Telfair Ball, which was the social event of the year in Savannah, and I'd already paid for the tickets, and it wasn't as though my former fiancé, Emery Cooper, would be joining me.

Emery, one of the Cooper-Hale Mortuary Coopers, had called long distance, the previous week, to let me know that he and his ex-wife were on their way to Jamaica, to be remarried on the beach, which was the site of their first wedding. And their second honeymoon.

I thought I handled the news rather well. I took the salmon steaks I'd bought for our dinner that evening, drove over to his town house on Lafayette Square, and slid them through the mail slot in the door. That way, when Emery and his new bride returned home in a week, they'd have something to remember me by.

There was no way I was going to skip the Telfair Ball. For one thing, I was on the host committee. For another, by now, everybody in town knew that Emery had thrown me over for Cissy Drobish, the bucktoothed millionairess mother of his three children. It wouldn't do to have people talking about me behind my back. If they were going to talk, by God, they could just do it to my face.

"Hold your head up high, girl," I could hear my late father saying to me, nudging me as I slumped down in the pew in church. So I did as I was taught. I'd spent the whole day of the ball getting ready for battle: manicure, pedicure, facial, herbal massage, and new honey-blond highlights in my hair. I'd gotten all my big-girl jewelry out of the safe-deposit box, and had Roi, my hairdresser, pile my hair on top of my head so everybody could see that I hadn't returned Emery's diamond earrings.

However fabulous I looked, however, did not change the fact that I was stuck for the evening with Tater Love, friend of a friend of a friend, confirmed bachelor, who'd been too cheap to rent the evening shoes to go with his tux. Scuffed-black-loafer Tater Love. Cocktail-sauce-on-his-shirtfront Tater Love. It was going to be a very long evening. Which was why I'd decided to anesthetize myself with chardonnay as soon as we arrived at the dance.

Reddy took my elbow and guided me firmly from the dance floor to a remote corner of the ballroom occupied only by a grotesque marble statue of an unidentified Greek goddess and a large potted palm.

"About my exes -- " I started to explain.

"Shhh," Reddy said, putting a finger to my lips. "Be right back," he promised. And when he reappeared, he had a plate of lobster in one hand and a pair of crystal flutes in the other. He lifted the front of his dinner jacket -- it looked Armani, but I couldn't be sure -- and extracted an unopened bottle of Moët & Chandon from the waistband of his trousers.

Which should have signaled another set of alarms -- beware of men bearing gifts in their pants.

He popped the champagne cork with one smooth, expert motion -- I was soon to learn that he was an expert on many, many things -- and poured a glass for each of us. Reddy clinked his flute lightly against mine. "To new beginnings," he said, and he smiled that rogue smile.

And that was the end of all my good intentions.

Continues...


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Meet the Author

Mary Kay Andrews is the author of eleven bestselling novels and ten critically acclaimed mysteries. A former reporter for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, she lives in Atlanta, Georgia.

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Savannah Breeze 4.3 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 150 reviews.
CrystalMichelle More than 1 year ago
I didn't think this book would be entertaining and it proved me wrong. Another great by Andrews!
skeeterbyte More than 1 year ago
Growing up in and around savannah, I knew these women. I knew all the little quirks that make us ( savannahians!) every bit as interesting as this story details. Visit my city, if not read this book and any others that ms. Andrews may pen. She nailed us down without putting us down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A fun book to read on a warm sunny day out on the beach... it is a quick read as well...
BamaLu More than 1 year ago
This book is so charming! I couldn't put it down. The characters are so lovable and personable; I wish there were of more of these with the same ensemble. I didn't want it to end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Mary Kay Andrews is one of my favorite authors. I have not read anything I didn't like from her. Once again in this book, she captures just the right amount of everything to make this book one to leave you feeling good. Her books are funny, have a few twists, but end on a happy note. Nice easy read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Because I have absolutely loved all of Mary Kay Andrews' books, I waited with great anticipation for this one. The plot is a little outlandish and I couldn't identify with her main character's plight. Please read Andrews' other books before you read this one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Have bought and read all ofnher books and have not been disappointed!
aimlyss More than 1 year ago
I was pleasantly surprised to find out this is the sequel to 'Savannah Blues', I'm glad I read them in the order I did. This one is mostly from the point-of-view of BeBe, Weezie's best friend. Cute story, fun read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Mary Andrews is a very talented author, bringing to life the story, the location, the characters AND the readers of her books!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was hilarious. I just had surgery and I really need my sleep but I just could not put this book down. I had to stay up and finish it. Loved the characters....hope she writes more like this...or even more with these characters.
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Just the right amout of all things involved in a good novel, with a great southern setting. I could tottaly see myself running into these charaters on the streets downtown.
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Name: Orion Carter. Age: 17 Gender: male ((considers himself an object of the human soecies.)) Appearance: white hair, violet eyes, black goatee, height 5'9, weighs 176, wears different clothes every day. Status: with breezy
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very enjoying read. It was a good read. Very simple and easy to keep up with.
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Excellent beach read! It's a page turner!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. I had no idea when I started reading it, it would be so funny. I couldn't put it down.
Bookworm55PP More than 1 year ago
Mary Kay has done it again! Her stories are lighthearted, make me chuckle out loud and cheer me up. I'm a Georgia girl, and always enjoy reading southern authors.