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Every Bride Has Her Day: a heartwarming and sweet southern romance
     

Every Bride Has Her Day: a heartwarming and sweet southern romance

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by Lynnette Austin
 

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"The charming side of small-town living and some creative flower-arrangement tips make this sweet romance a delightful read. " —Publishers Weekly

New York City detective Sam DeLuca came to Misty Bottoms, Georgia for solitude, but his bubbly neighbor Cricket seems intent on shining her happiness into Sam's heart, like it or not.

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"The charming side of small-town living and some creative flower-arrangement tips make this sweet romance a delightful read. " —Publishers Weekly

New York City detective Sam DeLuca came to Misty Bottoms, Georgia for solitude, but his bubbly neighbor Cricket seems intent on shining her happiness into Sam's heart, like it or not.

Cricket O'Malley can't wait to plant roots back home in Georgia, where she's returned to restore an abandoned flower shop to its former glory. The only blemish? Her neighbor's house is even more neglected than her old flower shop, and its occupant seems as surly as he is darkly handsome.

Devastated body and soul after a tough case went south, New York City detective Sam DeLuca thought he'd have no trouble finding solitude in the quiet Georgia town of Misty Bottoms, but his bubbly neighbor seems determined to shine happiness into Sam's life. Sam is equally determined to close himself off, but his heart says otherwise.

Magnolia Brides Series:
The Best Laid Wedding Plans (Book 1)
Every Bride Has Her Day (Book 2)
Picture Perfect Wedding (Book 3)

Praise for The Best Laid Wedding Plans:
"All about small towns, community, and sweet and sexy romance." —Booklist
"Entertaining...the push and pull of emotion feels real." —RT Book Reviews, 4 stars
"An intriguing premiere...well-developed characters and sensual romantic tension." —Publishers Weekly

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
03/07/2016
Austin’s engaging second Magnolia Brides contemporary (after The Best Laid Wedding Plans) brings a Yankee into the heart of the South. N.Y.C. detective Sam DeLuca rides his Harley into Misty Bottoms, Ga., to claim the neglected house he inherited from his aunt. Wounded both mentally and physically by the betrayal of a woman, Sam needs a place to heal, and where better than the small town where he spent boyhood summers? He feels like he’s being watched, and his city instincts scream danger, but across the country road, trusting Cricket, the new owner of the flower shop in town, doesn’t even lock her doors. Sparks fly when the two meet, and the attraction increases as Sam, claiming he’ll only stay long enough to fix up his old house, gets sucked into Southern life via an old man, an abandoned dog, and a juvenile delinquent. The charming side of small-town living and some creative flower-arrangement tips make this sweet romance a delightful read. Agent: Nicole Resciniti, Seymour Agency. (May)
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"Austin's engaging second Magnolia Brides contemporary (after The Best Laid Wedding Plans) brings a Yankee into the heart of the South.... The charming side of small-town living and some creative flower-arrangement tips make this sweet romance a delightful read. " - Publishers Weekly

"Sam fills the Big Bad Wolf persona with his surly attitude, yet Cricket sees past that image to the broken man inside, which sets up the slow burn of their relationship. Sam's past adds a suspenseful element, as well as providing the catalyst for an "opposites attract" scenario. Misty Bottoms is an ideal location for a contemporary romance because it acts as a character in itself, capturing the essence of a small southern town to perfection." - RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars

"Austin (The Best Laid Wedding Plans, 2015, etc.) brings an entire cast of quirky characters to life in the second installment of her Magnolia Brides series.... Readers who enjoy detailed worldbuilding and secondary character development will like this story." - Kirkus Reviews

"Southern charm and sweet romance combine in the second book in Austin's Magnolia Brides series.... Familiar characters and behind-the-scenes details of the wedding business will have readers dreaming of their own trip south." - Booklist

"EVERY BRIDE HAS HER DAY by Lynnette Austin is a romance that has it all! [...] Cricket is feisty, strong and really loveable, and I love a character that isn't afraid to say what she wants. Throw in a beautiful town with so many interesting and unique characters, and this story is a winner. Part of the Magnolia Brides series, I cannot wait for more from this author. EVERY BRIDE HAS HER DAY by Lynnette Austin is a beautifully written tale of romance, friendship and learning to trust, and I highly recommend it. " - Fresh Fiction

Kirkus Reviews
2016-04-13
In this Southern contemporary, a surly NYPD narcotics detective hides away in small-town Georgia after an investigation ends badly, only to find himself reluctantly drawn to his florist neighbor. Austin (The Best Laid Wedding Plans, 2015, etc.) brings an entire cast of quirky characters to life in the second installment of her Magnolia Brides series. The run-down house Sam DeLuca inherited from his great-aunt in Misty Bottoms, Georgia, offers the perfect excuse for him to lie low while he recuperates from a gunshot wound, until his neighbor Cricket O'Malley bangs on his front door and accuses him of trespassing. Cricket is also new in town. But unlike Sam, she plans to put down roots, starting with the opening of her shop, the Enchanted Florist. Still tormented by his last case and knowing he will ultimately return to New York, Sam struggles against his growing feelings for Cricket and his affection for the eccentric residents of Misty Bottoms. And Cricket knows she would be better off finding someone else. But while the story's premise offers the potential for an exciting emotional conflict, the plot frequently gets bogged down by subplots involving a large cast of secondary characters whose purpose in the story is not always clear. The book includes everything from a lovable stray dog to a charming eccentric with a rusty truck. Austin is clearly attempting to make readers fall in love with the fictional town where the series takes place, but, unfortunately, all the extra details come at the expense of Sam and Cricket's story. Readers may find themselves feeling more impatient than charmed. Readers who enjoy detailed worldbuilding and secondary character development will like this story. Those who prefer a faster pace and more focus on the main characters should skip it.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781492618010
Publisher:
Sourcebooks
Publication date:
05/03/2016
Series:
Magnolia Brides , #2
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
416
Sales rank:
70,802
File size:
819 KB

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Every Bride Has Her Day


By Lynnette Austin

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Copyright © 2016 Lynnette Austin
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ISBN: 978-1-4926-1801-0


CHAPTER 1

Sam DeLuca had never run away from a fight. Until now. And look where it had landed him.

Smack-dab in the middle of nowhere.

"This has to be the stupidest idea I've ever had."

He'd forgotten how dark country nights could be. A thin moon scuttled from cloud to cloud and only a rare star twinkled in the inky sky. His Harley's single headlight cut a narrow swath through the darkness.

Not a solitary light shone from the windows of any of the houses he passed. Was every single person in Misty Bottoms, Georgia, asleep?

He checked his GPS. He was close. As he approached an intersection, he slowed, watching for a street sign. And then he spotted it. Frog Pond Road. Thank God.

Eighteen years had passed since he'd last stepped foot in this town, and he'd been all of twelve. Sitting at the crossroads, he couldn't remember if he was supposed to turn right or left. Well, roll the dice and pick one. He could always turn around if his choice proved to be wrong. Traffic sure wasn't a problem.

The clock on his instrument panel read a little after one a.m. He'd expected to get here while it was still daylight. But between his late start and all the holdups due to interstate construction, well, it was what it was.

His already-sour mood took a further dip when he caught sight of his great-aunt Gertie's house. Hell, his house now. Or what remained of it.

Sam pulled up in front of the deserted building and sat on the motorcycle, legs spread, studying it in the nearly nonexistent light. No street lamps. No porch lights. He cursed small towns and rundown houses as the Harley idled smoothly beneath him.

He backed up and turned the motorcycle so that he sat perpendicular to the house, his headlight bathing the tumble-down two-story.

"Nope, not a very well-thought-out plan, bud."

Muttering a curse, he wondered if he shouldn't book a room at some little motel for the night — if he shouldn't pull a U-ey right here and head north, back to the city.

A person would have to be crazy to even consider doing anything with this place. But then he was crazy, wasn't he? Why else would he be here?

Maybe it was karma, and he was meant to move into this dump, which looked as broken-down as he felt. Maybe the two of them could nurse each other back to health or at least some semblance of sanity.

Squinting, he studied the place once more before setting his kickstand and climbing off the Harley. Nah. Who was he kidding? He and the house had both passed the point of no return.

Hands on his hips, he stood at the curb, sizing up the place the way he would a suspect and deciding on his approach.

The weeds and overgrown yard made it nearly impossible to even see the house itself. Tree branches, long overdue for a trimming, scraped against the siding, sending a chill along his spine. Damned if some film producer couldn't walk right in and shoot a horror movie here.

A New York City detective, he'd charged into many a dark alley, faced more than one drawn gun aimed at him by some badass high on meth or cocaine or simply the thrill. Yet the idea of wading through that waist-deep grass in the pitch-black had him sweating. Who knew what hid in those weeds?

From the time he was eight till he'd turned twelve and become obsessed with Little League baseball, he'd spent two weeks every summer here with Great-Aunt Gertrude. That was plenty long enough to learn that snakes lived in this stuff. Gertie had insisted they were more afraid of him than he was of them. Guess he'd have to take her word on that because if it were true, he sure as heck was safe. There wouldn't be any reptiles within twenty miles. They'd all have turned tail and slithered away.

And now here he was back in Misty Bottoms. Gertie was gone, but because of the bond they'd forged, she'd left this place to him when she'd passed two years ago. Some Southern lawyer had mailed him the deed and a key. At the time, Sam had sworn he'd never step foot in the house again. He'd had every intention of putting it up for sale.

But he hadn't, and now he needed a hidey-hole, a place to take stock of his life, to heal physically and emotionally. This place had seemed as good as any other. Until he'd seen it again, anyway.

Still, why was he hesitating? For Pete's sake, it couldn't be worse than those dark alleys of New York, could it? But then, hadn't one of those alleys betrayed him? Hadn't he ended up facedown on the rough pavement in a pool of his own blood, the stench of garbage permeating the air?

Not for the first time, the idea that the department had missed someone, that one of Nikolai Federoff's men was still out there set on revenge, wrapped him in a stranglehold. Fighting off the bleak memories, he shoved the paranoia into his back pocket and waded in.

Halfway to the house, an owl hooted, and he automatically reached for his shoulder-holstered gun, the gun that wasn't there anymore. His rueful laugh sounded loud in the once-again silent night.

Sam unlocked the door and winced as it creaked open. When he flipped the light switch, nothing happened. Mentally, he kicked himself. Of course he had no electricity or air-conditioning. Other than the taxes and insurance, he hadn't paid any bills or contacted anyone. After all this time, the electric company was bound to have shut off service. He wouldn't have water, either, and that was something he should have factored in, but because he'd been in such a hurry to get away, he hadn't.

Some insurance agent had sure been ripping him off because there was no way this place was worth the stated valuation. But he'd worry about that later, in the light of day.

A spider's web brushed his cheek, and he swiped at it. The flashlight on his cell played over the wallpaper in the hallway and up the stairs. Years of sitting empty hadn't been kind to the house. A neighbor had closed it up after Gertie passed. Sam himself had been undercover and hadn't made it back, then or since.

His nose wrinkling at the musty smell, he pried open the two living room windows. "Got to get some air in here," he mumbled. "Some circulation. Tomorrow I'll see about having the place fumigated."

Neither window had been locked despite the house having been closed up for so long, yet no one seemed to have been inside. No graffiti. No garbage. No used needles or beer cans and no whiskey bottles. Small town Misty Bottoms, so very different than the city he was used to.

Thankfully, both windows had screens that seemed to be intact. Hopefully they'd keep out whatever insects hadn't already made their way into the house. A moth had come through the door with him and fluttered around the edge of his phone. He swatted at it, and it darted away.

As his flashlight's beam swept the room, he swore again. Coming here had been as bad an idea as booking passage on the Titanic. He'd pretty much run out of options, though. After he grabbed some much-needed shut-eye, he'd see about making the place habitable. Right now, four- and six-legged varmints were about the only things that could have been comfortable in this house.

That said ...

Sam waded back out to his bike, relieved to breathe clean, fresh air. He opened one of his saddlebags and removed a bottle of water, then grabbed the package that held his brand-new sleeping bag. In the other pouch, beneath his all-weather gear, he dug out a change of clothes. He'd crash on the living room floor tonight. Even Bill Gates couldn't pay him enough to venture up to the second story in the dark.

Back inside, he guzzled the water and wondered vaguely about the house's plumbing. Que será, será. With a shrug, he stripped off his jeans and shirt and slid into the bag.

Hot, road-dirty, and bone-tired, he hoped to sleep long and hard. His imagination, however, had different ideas. The thought of what might be keeping him company had him on full alert. When he did finally drop off, it was a light, uneasy sleep.


* * *

Bang, bang, bang!

What the hell? Sam sat bolt upright and glared at the weak stream of sunlight that stole around the edges of tattered drapes.

Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he tried to remember where he was. Aunt Gertie's. His gaze traveled over the room, which looked even worse than it had in the dark.

But none of Federoff's goons would announce themselves, so he cursed, flopped back down, and tugged the sleeping bag over his head.

The banging started up again.

Somebody'd better be in the middle of a life-or-death crisis. Throwing the bag open, he sat up again. Who in the hell would come barging in on a total stranger at practically daybreak? He glanced at his watch. Nine o'clock. Okay, slightly past daybreak. It didn't matter.

He'd ridden hard yesterday and God only knew when he'd finally actually fallen asleep. Hauling on his jeans, his fly half-zipped, he staggered shirtless to the door, where the banging continued.

When he threw it open, a furious woman stood there in baggy clothes, her short, choppy blond hair framing a pixie face. She yanked a slim phone from the pocket of her oversized, olive-drab cotton pants. "I'm callin' the sheriff. You're trespassing."

Raking fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes and counted to ten. God save him from do-gooder neighbors.

"Good idea. See if he delivers coffee."

"What?" Storm-colored eyes widened.

He made to shut the door, but she crammed a sneakered foot in it.

"Oh no, you don't. Who are you?"

"The big bad wolf," he growled. "And I eat little girls like you for breakfast. Go on home to your mother."

She sputtered. "My mother? For your information, I —"

"I don't want any information. I want sleep. Move your foot."

"No, I won't. Who are you?"

"I already answered that question."

She simply raised a brow, and her foot stayed in his door.

Sam squinted. The bright morning sun behind this infuriating stranger hurt his road-weary eyes. Her hair looked like she'd stuck her head in a blender. Kind of. Snipped short at the top and in front, it hung just past her jaw on the sides. He'd never seen anything like it. Yet, now that he looked closer, that blond, blond hair with its darker roots framed one heck of a face. And those winter-storm eyes? Whew!

She smelled like fresh rain and sunshine. And wildflowers.

He didn't care. It didn't matter what she smelled like or what her face looked like as long as she removed it from his sight.

When he attempted to close the door again, she wedged her body against the doorjamb.

"What is wrong with you? You're not welcome. Go away."

"Who are you?"

On an exasperated sigh, he gave in. "Sam. Your name?"

"Cricket."

"Like the bug?"

She ignored that. "What are you doin' here?"

"I own the place."

"You do not. Ms. Gertie owns it."

A sense of sadness and loss pinched at his heart, and his voice softened. "Gertie died."

"I know." She raised the hand that still held her phone and hit a number.

He groaned.

The woman had absolutely no street smarts. Sam stood close enough that he could have plucked the phone from her hand if he'd wanted to, then dragged her inside and had his way with her. Was her naïveté the product of rural America rather than the worldliness of the cosmopolitan he usually dealt with, or was it only her? Could things really be that different here?

He heard a male voice answer and strained to catch his words.

"Hey, Cuz, did Ms. Gertie leave her house to some guy —"

"Her great-nephew," Sam snarled.

"Some guy named Sam." Her eyes traveled over him. "Dark, kind of surly. Claims he's her great-nephew."

"Yep." The answer, short and clipped, carried to Sam.

"Okay, thanks." Without so much as a good-bye, she ended the call and studied him again. "Your eyes are bloodshot. Have you been drinkin'?"

"Any law against that?"

"No, I guess not, since you're not behind the wheel of a car or a motorcycle." She glanced contemptuously over her shoulder at his Harley. "Still, it seems kind of early."

"See, there's the thing. You hit it right on the head. It is early considering what time I got to bed. And I was driving the Harley. For sixteen hours straight yesterday. I need sleep — which is exactly what I was doing till you started banging on my damn door."

She ignored that, her eyes narrowing. "So maybe I won't call the cops."

"I am the cops."

She snorted. "That's what they all say, Sam."

He toyed with the idea of badging her, then decided against it. She wasn't worth the bother. Besides, his badge wouldn't carry any weight here in Georgia, and he doubted it would even faze this woman.

"You don't know me from Adam, yet you come tromping over here pummeling my door, assuming I've broken into the house and am a squatter. No weapon, no defense at all."

"This is Misty Bottoms."

"So?"

"So it's safe here. Where are you from?"

"Not Misty Bottoms, that's for damn sure." Again, he closed his eyes momentarily, then opened them to meet hers. "Look, the fact remains that I could be a serial killer. Don't you have any survival skills, any sense of self-preservation?"

"I certainly do," she drawled. "And they're tellin' me to walk away from you. Think I'll run on home and fix myself a nice big stack of pancakes. I don't need your negative vibes."

"My negative —"

But she'd already made it down the rickety front-porch steps and was picking her way along the weed-choked sidewalk.

He started to slam the door but instead leaned against it and watched her cross the road, her pale blond hair shining.

Nothing, absolutely nothing about her matched his ideal woman, the type he found attractive. Still, there was something. Those eyes. Oh, yeah. And that mouth and sexy Southern drawl. She'd smelled good amid the decay of this house.

Speaking of smelling. Now that she'd mentioned them, darned if he couldn't all but smell a stack of warm, golden pancakes, swimming in syrup and melted butter.

His stomach growled, and he patted it absently.

There had to be somewhere in this flyspeck on the map where he could get a decent breakfast — without any of the complications a meal with Cricket would surely entail.

Slowly, he closed the door.

Talk about starting off on the wrong foot. But that was actually a positive, wasn't it? He didn't want to be a good neighbor, didn't want to get involved in anybody else's mess. He had a big enough one of his own.

He'd come to Misty Bottoms, to Gertie's, for solitude. He'd come to be left alone.

To get away from suspicion, betrayal, and lies. Away from sympathy and pity.


* * *

Cricket slammed into her kitchen. Holy Toledo! The man was hot! And rude.

So okay, she'd jumped the gun. In his place maybe, just maybe, she'd have been a little put out, too. She'd wakened him from a deep sleep and insinuated he'd broken in. The red eyes? He'd been telling the truth. She hadn't smelled any alcohol on him, so no doubt the bloodshot eyes were the result of long hours on that big motorcycle, like he'd said.

She moved to the kitchen window and fingered back the curtain over the sink. The big, black bike hunkered down at the curb. How had she not heard him roaring up the street on that last night? Had she really slept that soundly?

When he'd yanked that door open, her heart leaped into her throat. He looked for all the world like some dark god standing there, jeans half-zipped and bare chest with that trail of hair leading to — well, to the unsnapped waistband of those well-worn jeans. And he'd made not a single move to cover himself or make himself presentable.

Yep, the big, bad wolf incarnate.

She fanned herself. Best not go any further.

A nasty, fairly new scar marred that otherwise perfect chest. A story there?

None of her business.

Reaching into the cupboard, she pulled out a mixing bowl and the O'Malley family's secret pancake recipe, then dug around for the ingredients she needed.

Did he actually intend to live in that house? She'd caught a glimpse of it when she'd planted herself halfway inside. What a disaster. And the smell. Stale with an underlayment of ... She didn't want to think about it. Yuck!

Sam must be hurting for money. Why else would anybody in his right mind even consider staying there? She'd noticed the sleeping bag spread on the floor. That couldn't be comfortable.

Watching out the window, she saw not a sign of life in the house. He'd apparently gone back to sleep. What a waste of a beautiful day. Well, his loss.


(Continues...)

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LYNNETTE AUSTIN loves Starbucks, peppermint patties, and long rides with the top down and the music cranked up! She grew up in Pennsylvania, moved to New York, then to Wyoming, and presently divides her time between Florida's beaches and Georgia's mountains. She's been a finalist in Romance Writers of America's Golden Heart Contest, PASIC's Book of Your Heart Contest, and Georgia Romance Writers' Maggie Contest. Having grown up in a small town, that's where her heart takes her-to those quirky small towns where everybody knows everybody...and all their business, for better or worse. Visit Lynnette at www.authorlynnetteaustin.com.

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Every Bride Has Her Day 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
TheSassyBookster More than 1 year ago
New York narcotics detective Sam Deluca has had a rough go of it in recent times. Betrayed by someone close and set up to be killed by a drug lord, Sam was lucky to escape with his life but his confidence has taken a major hit and he's not certain he can do his job effectively anymore. Getting away for a bit seems like the perfect idea and a place that has fond memories for him - Misty Bottom, Georgia - the perfect location. The plan? Heal up from his injuries, get his head right and oh, avoid women. Well, two out of three ain't bad because within hours of getting into town, Sam makes the acquaintance of his neighbor Cricket and soon finds himself tangled up with her. The town itself begins to grow on him and there is no urgency to return to his life in the city. Cricket's sweetness, sunny disposition and her optimism are just what Sam needs, but she's no pushover. She knows to to be soft when Sam needs it and strong when he needs a dose of common sense. This is a sweet romance all around that will leave you smiling and warm your heart. I enjoyed the gradual development of their relationship, from friendship to romance and I loved how the people welcomed Sam and make a place for him among them. I especially loved the end of the book and how it played out. EVERY BRIDE HAS HER DAY embodies the best of small towns and should make your reading list this summer. Disclaimer: I received this book for free from the Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Barb-TRC More than 1 year ago
Every Bride Has Her Day by Lynette Austin is the 2nd book in her wonderful Magnolia Brides series. I enjoyed the first book in this series, and am happy to say Every Bride Has Her Day was just as good, as it was a pleasure to spend time with those we met in Misty Bottoms , Georgia. Sam Deluca, our hero, arrives in the middle of the night to the house his deceased Aunt Gertie left him. Sam is a NY detective, who was undercover for so long, which ended badly and has left him injured and with nightmares. Sam finds the house in shambles, but he needs time to rest and is determined to fix up the house. Then Sam meets his cute next door neighbor, Cricket O’Malley, our heroine. Cricket is also fairly new to town, having moved to Misty Bottoms, and has bought the town flower shop. Cricket has hopes to make her dream come true with her new shop, The Enchanted Florist, something that would work well with Magnolia Brides. Misty Bottoms is growing, with a section of shops offering everything for brides. When she meets Sam, she is immediately attracted to him, but she sees he is hiding something. Sam does not want to become involved, since he is only in Misty Bottoms to recover and fix the house. He only plans to stay a short time, though in a short period of time he finds himself falling for sweet Cricket, as well as the small town atmosphere and new friends. On top of that, a stray dog, that he names Hobo adopts Sam. Hobo, was so cute, how he loved Sam, and was instrumental in bringing Cricket more into Sam’s life. This was fun. This turned out to be a beautiful romance, with Cricket doing her best to help Sam with his nightmares, and forcing him to open up about how he got hurt. Sam, despite knowing that he loved Cricket, was a bit annoying in his stubbornness that he was only in town a short time, and didn’t want to hurt her. It was also great to see those we met in the first book, who played a big part in this story. Lynette Austin has created a great couple in Sam and Cricket, as well as all the other characters. You can’t help but care about them all, especially Jenni Beth, Cole, Beck and even Jeremy. This was a very heartwarming story, with two people perfect together, a cute funny dog, great friends, and a wonderful ending that lit up the pages. If you enjoy sweet romances, with a beautiful ending, then Every Bride Has Her Day is perfect for you.
gaele More than 1 year ago
The second in the Magnolia Brides series from Lynnette Austin returns to Misty Bottom and focuses on Cricket and Sam: arriving with their own dreams and intentions. Cricket has always wanted her own floral shop, and her move has made that dream come true. Kind-hearted and open, Cricket is a glass half full girl: not afraid to step out of her own comfort zone if that means she will make someone else’s day a bit brighter. With her new space and plenty of work to do, the last thing she expected was a grumpy hot neighbor with a ‘stay away’ attitude. Sam has retreated to Misty Bottom to regroup after an undercover operation gone horribly wrong. He’s less trusting and more wary of new people, understandably. The town is a childhood favorite place filed with summer memories and laughter when he was with his aunt. She has passed, and left the house, desperately in need of refurbishment, to Sam. Unused to finding anywhere that feels like “home”, Sam is confused by the lack of ‘you need to move on now’ that he has when Cricket is around. The relationship between these two, aided by moments and gentle nudges from characters met in the first book, develops gradually and organically. Cricket isn’t pushing to insert herself into Sam’s life, and he’s softening – even assigning her the nickname of Bug…. A bit of a mixed smile here – she ‘bugs’ him and makes him face things and changes he’d rather not, and of course her name. When you add in a wandering and homeless dog who has adopted them as his own, and has particular quirky traits, the growth for Sam in realizing that Cricket and the town have opened his horizon to more than just moving on, and a wonderful sense of community and friendship that oozes through the pages, this story holds strong for fans of romances that are plausible and possible if you take the time to slow down. I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
Anlenhart1 More than 1 year ago
Every Bride Has Her Day is the perfect follow up for the Magnolia brides series. The series is set in the small town of Misty Bottoms, Georgia and this book focuses on Crickett the town florist and Sam, a New York Cop. Sam has fled the city and take refuge in his aunt's run down house, which he inherited upon her death. Much to his chagrin, his neighbor is a spunky, outgoing florist named Cricket, who welcomes him to the neighborhood and gives him all the current town gossip. Sam and Cricket are opposites in almost every way, but each is attracted to the other. Will Sam be willing to give Misty Bottoms a chance and can Cricket overcome Sam's resistance to a relationship? This book is like a glass of sweet tea, fun and refreshing. I laughed, sighed, and was sad to see end of the story. I loved the setting and dialogue! Cricket is a great heroine and Sam stole my Heart. I also loved Hobo the dog. This is a great small town romance and I look forward to reading the next book in the series. I was given a free copy for an honest review.
TheBunny1 More than 1 year ago
The most important element in any romance is heart. Bug (Cricket) and Sam had this in spades. So did the rest of the town. You like them and you want them to be happy. You have to be able to feel the emotions of the characters, to go with them on the journey, to have moments of joy (when he takes Hobo with him) and moments of sorrow with the characters (the rocking chair on his porch when Cricket thinks Sam has left) in order to invest in the story. I had no issues investing with the characters. The romance is honest, it is sweet, you get to know each of them as they get to know one another. Hot sex isn't a requirement for a romance, some have it, others don't. This one doesn't, but you don't miss it as the author uses characters and the story to give you the connection between Bug and Sam. Usually, I find it annoying when a character in a book has a slightly juvenile or irritating nickname...in this, it didn't bother me at all...I think because I felt like I was getting to know Sam, and understood the affection he was showing her by the nickname. It made it ok. The book was well written, the dialog and the characters were believable and you liked all of them. I will be finding the first book in the series and I am looking forward to the next. ***ARC provided by the publisher and NetGalley***
debwill74 More than 1 year ago
Every Bride Has Her Day by Lynnette Austin in the second installment of the Magnolia Brides series. Anyone who has read one of my previous reviews will know that I adore a small town series. Getting to know new characters and having a chance to follow up with characters that get to feel like old friends, and Austin does not let me down. Cricket O'Malley and Sam DeLuca are great characters with depth and personality. Even if you haven't read The Best Laid Wedding Plans I believe you will be able to read and completely enjoy Every Bride Has Her Day I received a copy of Every Bride Has Her Day by Lynnette Austin from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.