Lakeside Cottage

Lakeside Cottage

by Susan Wiggs

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If you trust your heart, you'll always know who you are...

Each summer, Kate Livingston returns to her family's lakeside cottage, a place of simple living and happy times -- a place where she now hopes her shy little boy can blossom. But her quiet life gets a bit more interesting with the arrival of an intriguing new neighbor, JD Harris. Although she is a confirmed single mother and knows little of JD's past, Kate is soon drawn into the sweetness of a summer romance and discovers the passion of a lifetime.

JD has good reason for being secretive. In a moment of sheer bravery the Washington, D.C., paramedic prevented a terrible tragedy. Overnight the intensely private man became a national hero. He's hardly able to remember who he was before the media frenzy -- until he escapes to this lovely, remote part of the Northwest. Now Kate Livingston and her son have rekindled the joy of small pleasures and peace, something he thought he'd never have again. But how long will his blissful anonymity last before reality comes banging at his door?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781585476695
Publisher: Center Point Large Print
Publication date: 11/28/2005
Edition description: Large Print
Pages: 432
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 8.60(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author

Susan Wiggs is the author of many beloved bestsellers, including the popular Lakeshore Chronicles series. She has won many awards for her work, including a RITA from Romance Writers of America. Visit her website at

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Lakeside Cottage

By Susan Wiggs

Harlequin Enterprises Limited

ISBN: 0-7783-2190-8

Chapter One

Washington, D.C. Christmas Eve

The ambulance backing into the bay of Building One looked like any other rig. It appeared to be returning from a routine transport run, perhaps moving a patient to the stepdown unit, or a stabilized trauma victim to Lowery Wing for surgery. The rig had its customary clearance tags for getting through security with a minimum of hassle, and the crew wore the usual crisply creased navy trousers and regulation parkas, ID tags dangling from their pockets. Even the patient looked ordinary in every respect, in standard-issue hospital draping, thermal blankets and an O2 mask.

Special Forces Medical Sergeant Jordan Donovan Harris wouldn't have given the crew a second glance, except that he was bored and had wandered over to Shaw Wing, to the glassed-in observation deck on the mezzanine level. From there, he could view the ambulance bays and beyond that, Rock Creek Park and Georgia Avenue. The trees were bare and stark black against a blanket of snow, ink drawings on white paper. Traffic trundled along streets that led to the gleaming domes and spires of the nation's capital. A fresh dusting of powder over the 147-acre compound gave the Georgian brick buildings of the Walter Reed Army Medical Center a timeless, frozen, Christmas-card look. Only the activity at the intake bays hinted that the campus housed the military's highest level of patient care.

Although there was no one around, Harris knew he was being watched. There were more security cameras here than in a Las Vegas casino. It didn't matter to him, though. He had nothing to hide.

Boredom was desirable in the life of a paramedic. The fact that he was idle meant nothing had gone wrong, no one's world had been shattered by a motor-vehicle accident, an unfortunate fall, a spiking fever, an enraged lover with a gun. For the time being, no one needed saving. Yet for a medic, whose job was to save people, that meant there was nothing to do.

He shifted his stance, grimacing a little. His dress shoes pinched. All personnel present wore dress uniform today because the President was on the premises to visit ailing soldiers and spread holiday cheer. Of course, only a lucky few actually saw the Commander-in-Chief when he visited. His rounds were carefully orchestrated by the powers that be, and his entourage of Secret Service agents and the official press corps kept him walled off from ordinary people.

So Harris was a bit startled when he saw a large cluster of black suits and military brass exiting the main elevator below the mezzanine. Odd. The usual route for official visits encompassed Ward 57, where so many wounded veterans lay. Today it seemed the tour would include the in-processing unit, which had recently undergone renovations courtesy of a generous party donor.

The visitors flowed along a spotless corridor. Instinctively, Harris stiffened his spine and prepared to snap to, not that anyone would notice whether or not he did. Old habits died hard.

He let himself relax a little. From his glassed-in vantage point, he craned his neck for a glimpse of the world leader but saw only the press and bustle of the entourage, led by the sergeant major of the army. A moment later, a civilian administrator greeted everyone with a wide smile. She looked as gracious and welcoming as a Georgetown hostess. Apparently, her domain was on the itinerary and she appeared eager to point out its excellence.

Harris knew that her name was Darnelle Jefferson and that she had worked here for a quarter of a century. She was fond of telling that to anyone who would listen. Looking at her, you'd never guess what the regulars here knew - that like many civilian administrators, she tended to spend her entire day being a pain in the ass to all personnel and creating a mountain of paperwork to justify her own existence. Still, she looked cheerful and efficient in a Christmas-red dress with the requisite yellow ribbon pinned to her bosom, and the wattage of her smile increased as the impossible occurred. The President separated from the pack and stepped forward for a photo op.

Then, even more surprisingly, Mrs. Jefferson took charge of the tour, leading the group along the wide, gleaming corridor. Two cameramen trolled along beside them, the big lenses of their cameras capturing every movement and nuance for the nightly news. The party stopped off at the first intake room, where a wounded soldier had arrived from another facility. Harris knew that the official photos and film would portray the President with the soldier and his family in an intimate circle around the hospital bed. The pictures wouldn't show the vigilant Secret Service, or the booms and mikes hovering just out of sight.

That's showbiz, thought Harris. He didn't understand how anyone could put up with public life. To have everyone's scrutiny on you was a peculiar sort of torture, as far as he was concerned.

The entourage was on the move again, down the scrubbed hallway toward the Talbot Lounge, one of the newly renovated waiting areas, where a twelve-foot noble fir stood, decked in splendor by one of D.C.'s finest florists. They stopped for more photos. Harris could see flashes going off, but he'd lost sight of the President.

Elsewhere in the same wing, the recently delivered patient lay in an intake room flanked on two sides by wireembedded glass walls. The transport crew had gone to the main desk to fill out their report, and no hospital personnel had arrived yet to in-process the newcomer. The staff members on duty were probably just like Harris, slacking off as they tried to get a look at the President. The patient lay alone, no family member or friend standing by to comfort him in this strange new world. Some people just didn't have anybody. Harris himself might be a prime example of that, if not for Schroeder. He and Sam Schroeder had been best friends for years, since meeting in a battle zone in Konar Province, Afghanistan. Sam and his family made up all that was important to Harris, and he told himself it was enough.

He took the stairs down to the main level, hoping to get a look at the President's face. He didn't know why. Maybe it was the fact that he'd spent a decade serving this country and another four years at the hospital, keeping people from dying. He sure as hell ought to be able to catch a glimpse of the President up close. A memo had advised that there would be a reception later at the hospital rec center - with the Gatlin Brothers performing - but that was sure to be a mob scene.

A pair of marines in dress blues stood sentinel at the double doors to the unit. Harris gestured with his clipboard and flashed his ID, projecting an air of brisk efficiency. Once inside the unit, he had to act busy or they'd know he was loitering in order to see the President, a practice that was frowned upon.


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kiwijewel More than 1 year ago
Please put original issue date followed by the reissue date. Nearly bought this again even though I already have it!! Why can't they be honest and say "reissue" instead of making it appear as new. Hate that!
LorHuem More than 1 year ago
Once again B&N puts out an old book and calls it NEW! I like this author so I purchased this "new" book only to know the entire story because I read it in 2005!!! I really think this is deceptive. They should put the original published date and then put the NOOK publish date.
marianne68 More than 1 year ago
This was a very good read from beginning to end. Loved it!
Pheonix on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Very interesting book. The start of it was a bit hard to get into but once I pushed through and was a couple chapters in and the setting was constructed alongside an interesting plot line I read it fairly quickly.I have suggested it to a few people who want an interesting, light read to we their reader apettite. And have recently purchased another book by Susan Wiggs, "Just Breathe" I am going to read next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awesome book! Need to see which one continues this!!??
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I wish I had the mind of Susan Wiggs and her eloquent imagination. I am always left in awe how she puts it all together in the end. Susan Wiggs is one of my favorite authors, and please, Susan, create a new The Lakeshore Chronicles books. My book club is cheering you on!!!
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Great love story. Jd was a hotty. Susan doesnt weigh you down with 20 different charactors. Read this couple years ago. Just as good second time.
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Hope ur having fun love birds but silverfang has fun planned(ill kill u if ur thinking the dirty kind) at camp. So come back soon! Ill be at camp if ya have questions!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed every page. Light romance, human interesting stories of four people.
quaintinns More than 1 year ago
I believe I read this book a few years ago when it was originally published as this is a re-issue (with a beautiful new cover which draws you in). I enjoyed it just as much again. (A sucker for girls and guys escaping for some solitude to a lakeside cottage or cabin) as one of my favorite things to do. Kate returns to her family’s lake cottage with her shy son Aaron, and meets a frightened teenager Callie (who has been living in the summer cottages which she cleans.) True meaning of everyone is put in your life for a season or reason. Kate invites her to stay with them and then another surprise - a new neighbor JD Harris; however, he is very secretive yet exciting. He is private due to escaping the media for his heroism saving the President from a gunman. These four souls find solace in one another with some secrets, and they face many obstacles and challenges along the way to happiness during this summer journey by the lake. A sweet contemporary romance, and as usual, Susan knows how to write romance with a twist!
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This is an excellent book on the lives of four different type of people who have different problems and how working together on them can benefit all.
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TheElizabethP More than 1 year ago
Nice read.