A Summer Reunion: All Our Yesterdays\All Our Todays\All Our Tomorrows [NOOK Book]

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FOR TODAY…

Now that she's reunited with her sister, Tori Fuller doesn't regret a moment of her life. But she's never forgotten the guy who got away. Heart surgeon Sam McCormack is as sexy and irresistible as he was back in college…and ready to prove to the woman he's always loved that it's never too late to start over.…

TOMORROW…

Lauren Sutcliffe never expected her mother's sixtieth birthday bash to lead to ...

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FOR TODAY…

Now that she's reunited with her sister, Tori Fuller doesn't regret a moment of her life. But she's never forgotten the guy who got away. Heart surgeon Sam McCormack is as sexy and irresistible as he was back in college…and ready to prove to the woman he's always loved that it's never too late to start over.…

TOMORROW…

Lauren Sutcliffe never expected her mother's sixtieth birthday bash to lead to romance. But gorgeous Aussie builder Adam Hunter wants to stake his claim on the bossy, burned-by-love caterer. He wants to share all her tomorrows, if Lauren will just say yes!

AND ALWAYS!

David Longwood isn't looking for love…until a family reunion throws him in the path of free spirit Kinsey McKeever. Suddenly the buttoned-down lawyer is rediscovering his passionate inner self and dreaming about forever after… with Kinsey.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459208490
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 7/1/2011
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 159,066
  • File size: 431 KB

Meet the Author



The hallmarks of New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Kasey Michaels' writing are humor, romance and happy endings. The importance of upbeat, entertaining fiction was brought home to Kasey when her eldest son became very ill. During the long months while he was in the hospital after his kidneys failed, she noticed that the nurses who cared for the sick children and the mothers who spent long hours at their bedsides often had a romance novel in their back pockets. She began carrying her own romances to the hospital in a small suitcase, reading and then sharing and trading them with the other moms.

"We were living in a world too real in that hospital," Kasey says today. "We all functioned at the highest level—there was no choice but to function, to persevere—and we all occasionally escaped that world into the hope and happy endings of romance novels."

Kasey had actually written her first book just before her son's illness. She penned her second book during those long months in the hospital, and it became The Tenacious Miss Tamerlane.

Since then, Kasey has gone on to write about 100 more books, and to receive a trio of coveted Starred Reviews from Publishers Weekly. The third was for her first HQN title, The Butler Did It, which was also a 2005 nominee for the Romance Writers of America's (RWA) highest award, the RITA Award and Publishers Weekly's Quills Award. She is already a recipient of the RITA Award, a Waldenbooks and BookRak Bestseller Award, and many awards from Romantic Times magazine, including a Career Achievement Award for her Regency-era historical romances.

Kasey has also appeared on the Today Show, and was the subject of the Lifetime Cable-TV show A Better Way, in conjunction with Good Housekeeping magazine, a program devoted to women and how they have achieved career success in the midst of motherhood (short version: "with great difficulty").

Kasey has written Regency romances, Regency historicals, category books including novellas and continuities and a few series "launch" books, and single-title contemporaries. Hers is also the twisted mind behind her ongoing Maggie Kelly mystery series that stars a former romance writer turned historical mystery writer. She is also the author of the highly praised nonfiction book, written as Kathryn Seidick, Or You Can Let Him Go, which details the story of Kasey and her family during the time of her eldest son's first kidney transplant.

Kasey and her husband of more than 40 years live in Pennsylvania with their two neurotic Persians, Princess and Peaches. They are proud parents of four and grandparents of two. Each summer the entire family volunteers to help out with the golf tournament her grown son founded to benefit the Gift of Life Donor Program of Philadelphia. Monies raised contribute to the costs of transporting the youngest members of Team Philadelphia to the annual Transplant Olympics.
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"Good morning, Doctor, may I help you with something?" Theresa, the young unit clerk at the nurses' station, chirped hopefully as she got to her feet, only to be ignored by Dr. Gorgeous, which is what most of the female hospital staff called the cardiac surgeon when he wasn't within earshot.

And with pretty good reason, too. Sam McCormack might be in his fifties, but he was one of those men who, instead of getting older, just seemed to get better. Like George Clooney, Theresa had told her agreeing friends in the lunchroom. Except that Dr. McCormack had light brown hair and he wore it sort of longish and shaggy, so that it often fell down over his drop-dead-sexy green eyes. He was tall, but not too tall, and his face was sort of lean and chiseled, and he sported a great tan, probably because he liked to run for exercise. The day Theresa had seen him jogging out of the hospital parking lot in his shorts and one of those sleeveless running shirts, she'd nearly run her compact car into a light post.

Sam McCormack reached past the clerk to grab a patient chart, only belatedly realizing that someone had spoken to him. "Oh, good morning—Theresa, isn't it?"

"You remembered. Yes, that's me." The young woman breathed, all but melting back into her chair. "Theresa…"

Sam shot the young woman a quick, curious look, and then dismissed her from his mind as he turned and headed down the corridor to the room of his patient and good friend, Bill Helms. Bill was six days post-op on an emergency multiple bypass surgery. Sam was here to spring him, and send him home to his wife and grown kids.

He only needed to see the results of Bill's latest tests and confirm that he was no longer running a low-grade fever. Nope, he was good to go.

Sam was still paging through the chart when he turned into Room 4-34B, where his college buddy was pushing some hospital-issue oatmeal around his plate.

"Wow, would you look at the puss on you," Bill said as Sam pulled up a straight-back chair and straddled it. "Let me guess. You're about to tell me you sewed up my heart inside out, and you have to open me up again."

Sam grinned, sensing that his friend's joke was only halfway jovial; Bill had been an apprehensive patient. Then again, it could be a little unnerving to anyone to wake at two in the morning feeling as if somebody had just parked their truck on your chest. "Yup, you nailed it. Not the inside-out part, but I haven't been able to find my Penn State ring since your surgery, so."

"Very funny. I'll give you mine and keep yours. No, seriously, I can really go home today?"

"Unless you're addicted to hospital food and beg me to stay, yes," Sam informed him. "Patients recover better at home, I'm ashamed to say, and I know Janie will take good care of you."

Bill pulled a comical face. "She told me she spent yesterday cleaning out the pantry and fridge, tossing all my favorite foods in the garbage. No more potato chips, no more eggs and scrapple for breakfast, no more ice cream, no more beer. That was cruel, Sam. Did you really tell her no more beer?"

"I might have suggested you cut back," Sam admitted. "Everything in moderation, Bill, that's the key. That, and exercise. Janie told me she bought you a treadmill."

Bill snorted. "Yeah, she told me. I think it's payback for me having bought her that rug shampooer last year for Christmas." He went quiet for a few moments, and then said softly, "Thanks, Sam. You saved my life. I've got a second chance now, and I promise you, I'm not going to blow it." Bill paused for a second. "Sam? You sort of winced there for a sec. What did I say?"

Sam ran a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead; he needed a haircut, he thought randomly. Sometimes it seemed like he always needed a haircut. But he was so busy, on his own perpetual treadmill.

"Nothing," he said, sighing, and then shook his head. "No, not nothing. You said second chance, and I guess it struck a nerve. You have a minute, Bill?"

"Until you sign those release papers, my time is your time," his old friend said. "Come on, you're obviously upset about something. Maybe I can help. And if I can't, at least I can listen. I may not be a whiz in the operating room, but as a psychologist, I don't think I'm too shabby."

Sam grinned. "A child psychologist," he reminded Bill.

"You say potato, I say—come on, Sam. Spill your guts."

"Great bedside manner you've got going there," Sam said, and got to his feet to walk over to the window. He'd do better with his back turned to his friend, and no, he didn't want to know what Bill the psychologist would read into that particular body language. "You remember Tory?"

"Tory," Bill said ruminatively. "I don't know that I—wait. Tory? Victoria Fuller? Oh, wow, flashback city. Our senior year at State. You'd moved out of the frat house and in with Tory. Lucky devil, she was really something else. I thought you guys were going to make a go of it. And then you two broke up, right? She left Happy Valley, never graduated? That was kind of weird, seeing as how we were less than a semester away. So.Tory Fuller. What about her?"

This was going to be difficult. Sam's life, so ordered and serene, had been busy, yes, but not difficult. He had his work, a small circle of good friends, a new condo not far from the hospital and his office. Everything neat, orderly. If something was missing in his life, he hadn't known it. Or at least he'd never been able to put a name to the feeling that sometimes came over him, a feeling that there should be more to life than professional success.

"Her…uh…her daughter called me a couple of weeks ago," he said at last, his gaze still on the air conditioner units lined up on the flat roof two stories below Bill's window.

"Okay," Bill said slowly. "And?"

Sam turned around to face his friend. "And she said she was pretty sure she's my daughter, too."

Bill leaned back against his raised hospital bed, holding a heart-shaped pillow to his chest as he rubbed at the stubble on his chin. "She said that, did she? And how do you feel about that, Sam?"

"Oh, come on, Bill, don't hand me that shrink talk. How the hell do you think I feel?"

"Well, it could go a number of ways. Surprised. Shocked. Skeptical. Betrayed. Angry—no, scratch angry. Incensed. Cheated. Excited. And there's always the ever-popular scared out of your gourd."

"How about all of the above?" Sam sat down on the side of the bed. "Allie—that's Tory's daughter—asked if I'd take a DNA test, and I agreed. She mailed me her sample and I took care of the rest here at the hospital lab. I got the results yesterday."

"And?"

"And let's say we can eliminate skeptical from your list of my possible reactions. She's my daughter. I have a daughter. A thirty-two-year-old daughter, Bill. Me. More than that, I'm a grandfather. Three times over."

"Oh, the nurses out there aren't going to be happy to hear that one, Dr. Gorgeous. A grandfather?"

Sam got to his feet once more. "I'm so glad I could count on my friend to be sensitive about this."

"Ah, come on, somebody has to step back a little, see the whole picture. You probably aren't, at least not yet. And what about Tory? Is that why she took off? You didn't want her to have the baby?"

"I didn't know there was going to be a baby," Sam said, once again nearly overcome by an avalanche of emotions he couldn't name. He just knew they were painful—a mixture of shock and anger and inexplicable joy that had had him going in circles for weeks, not just since the results of the DNA testing was in. "She just took off, Bill. One day she was there, and the next day I came home from class and she was gone. Her books, her clothes—just gone. Why? I mean, I didn't deserve that. Why didn't she tell me? It was my baby, too."

"All good questions, Sam. Unfortunately, I don't have the answers. But we both know who does. Did this Allie—your daughter—tell you anything?"

Sam shook his head. "No, not really. She just told me that she was fooling around on the internet one day and read something that caught her eye, and that one thing led to another, and another, until she managed to locate Tory's family." He looked at his friend. "Tory was adopted. I didn't know that, either. I lived with the woman for nearly a year, and I didn't know that. I'm not proud of that, by the way. Clearly I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have been."

Bill shrugged, and then winced as the movement clearly wasn't yet comfortable. "We were young, all of us. Carrying heavy course loads, working part-time to help with expenses. If we weren't in class we were studying, working or sleeping. Or, in your and Tory's case, making babies. Sorry, poor attempt at humor. How did Allie go from finding Tory's family to finding you?"

"She admitted to some guesswork there. She knew her mother had attended Penn State, but since Tory didn't graduate, it was a little tricky pinning down the years. Did you know there are old real estate and rental records on the internet? Honest to God, Bill, it's like the world has nothing else to do but upload a bunch of useless information. Anyway, Tory and I had both signed the lease to that apartment over the pizza shop. After that, it was plugging my name into a search engine, and some simple math. And the DNA test. I guess I should be proud of her ingenuity."

"Do you know where she is?"

"Allie? Yes, she and her husband live in South Carolina. With my grandchildren."

"That last part really gets to you, doesn't it, Grandpa? Janie and I are still pushing our boys to get married, so we can have grandkids. But, no, I meant Tory. Do you know where she is?"

Sam nodded. "Allie also found Tory's sister, and Tory's visiting her now in Cape May, although Tory lives in San Francisco. I've got the address of the beach house. I want to see Allie, of course. And her children. But I don't know about Tory. I don't know what to say to her. I'm curious, but I'm also so damn angry."

"I remember how you were when Tory took off. You really loved her, Sam. You even married a woman who physically reminded me of Tory, not that the marriage stuck. You've been alone for a long time."

"Are you speaking now as my friend or my shrink?"

"Both," Bill said solemnly. "One, my patient needs closure. He's been waiting for it, consciously or subconsciously, for over thirty years. And two, I'd like to see my friend happy. If there's a chance of that, why not take it?"

"Go see her, you mean. I don't know, Bill. I've got every right to be madder than hell at her, except that I keep wondering if it was something I did, or said, or didn't do, didn't say, that made her believe it would be better I didn't know she was pregnant. Maybe I was selfish and shallow, and she didn't think I'd make a good father. And maybe she was right. Maybe I don't want to know what happened to us all those years ago."

"Okay, tough love here, buddy. Maybe you shouldn't be so worried about your feelings, and start thinking about Tory. She's the one who gave up college months before graduation and raised a kid on her own. None of that could have been easy for her. You loved her once, right? Or was she just convenient?"

"I loved her," Sam said quietly. And then he added, "I think I loved her. I hope I loved her."

"All right, that's a start. Be honest with your feelings. You two were young, probably confused. God knows when I thought back to what I was like during my college years it was all I could do to let my boys go off on their own when their time came. Look, you said she's in Cape May. We're here, in Philly. So she's just a quick drive down the Atlantic City Expressway. You have the address, and you probably need a vacation anyway. You own the practice and have plenty of backup—good surgeons, all of them. I've pretty much met them all since I got here. The world won't end if you take a couple of days off. Go. See. Talk. Don't judge her, or start kicking yourself, until you know her side."

"And then report back to you?" Sam asked, summoning a weak smile.

"Oh, you'd better believe it, bucko. This is better than a made-for-TV movie." Bill reached out and squeezed Sam's shoulder. "All kidding aside, and you know I was only trying to lighten the mood a little here, but we usually only go around once, Sam. Sounds to me like both of us may have just been handed a second chance. I know I can't speak for you, but I really don't think either of us can afford to blow it."

Tory closed her cell phone and slipped it back in her skirt pocket as she made her way to the lounge chair on the balcony just outside her bedroom, sitting down with a near thump. Quickly, before her legs collapsed from under her.

He knows. Sam knows.

"Oh, Allie." Tory said, burying her head in her hands.

She could get a flight to South Carolina, mend fences with her daughter, if that was possible. Allie had been remarkably mature for someone who'd just found out her natural father was alive, and not just some nameless college boy her mother couldn't remember. She'd said she didn't hate Tory for the lies. But the hurt had been in her voice, coloring her joy at having spoken with her father.

Or she could fly back to San Francisco, tonight, and try to forget anything had happened at all. Tory knew she was good at that. Running away. She'd done it enough.

Too much.

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  • Posted May 14, 2011

    A great read! Don't miss!1

    ONE BEACH HOUSE.

    TWO SISTERS REUNITED.
    THREE STORIES OF FAMILY, OLD FLAMES
    AND SUMMER LOVE!

    It's a family celebration you'll never forget.

    FOR TODAY...
    Now that she's reunited with her sister, Tori Fuller doesn't regret a moment of her life. But she's never forgottenthe guy who got away. Heart surgeon Sam McCormack is as sexy and irresistible as he was back in college.and ready to prove to the woman he's always loved that it's never too late to start over..

    TOMORROW...
    Lauren Sutcliffe never expected her mother's sixtieth birthday bash to lead to romance. But gorgeous Aussie
    builder Adam Hunter wants to stake his claim on the bossy, burned-by-love caterer. He wants to share all her tomorrows, if Lauren will just say yes!

    AND ALWAYS!
    David Longwood isn't looking for love.until a family reunion throws him in the path of free spirit Kinsey McKeever. Suddenly the buttoned-down lawyer is rediscovering his passionate inner self and dreaming about forever after. with Kinsey.

    What I thought:

    Three feel good romance stories, all tied together with a common thread - the two sisters who were separated after their parents were killed when they were children. These are the stories of their families post initial reunion. They were easy reads and with the summer "reading season" upon us I would recommend these stories to any one who is trying to get a "quick" read in ... You don't need to read all three at one time, but once you start, it's hard to stop! And the eiplogue ... fabulous. I don't know why, but I didn't see that coming!! Short stories are great for new moms, trying to get back into their groove for reading. Great for people waiting for planes, car rides, the beach....

    Also, these are set in the South Jersey Shore ... not Jersey Shore like on MTV but the beautiful town of Cape May, NJ. Being from NJ, I was familiar with the scenery, roads, and places the authors spoke of. The first book contains a bit of Philadelphia in it too ... where we are heading tonight for dinner for my birthday. Very cool!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 3, 2011

    A MUST READ!

    I could not put this book down! I am looking forward to reading more of Kasey Micheals books. This was the first that I read and I so want more!

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  • Posted July 28, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    This was a light, summer read. Very enjoyable! Getting to know a family who was separated at youth and rejoined as adults. Very well written and the added romance was a gift........

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  • Posted July 27, 2011

    Good summer read

    Lovely story.

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