The Next Always: Book One of the Inn BoonsBoro Trilogy

The Next Always: Book One of the Inn BoonsBoro Trilogy

by Nora Roberts


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ISBN-13: 9780425243213
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/01/2011
Series: Inn BoonsBoro Trilogy Series , #1
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 107,946
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.10(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Nora Roberts is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels. She is also the author of the bestselling In Death series written under the pen name J. D. Robb. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print.


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Irish Born Trilogy
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Roberts, Nora.

The next always / Nora Roberts.—Berkley trade paperback ed. p. cm.

ISBN: 9781101545782

1. Man-woman relationships—Fiction. I. Title.

PS3568.O243N49 2011



To John Reese,
The song and the silence in the heart,


THE STONE WALLS STOOD AS THEY HAD FOR MORE THAN two centuries, simple, sturdy, and strong. Mined from the hills and the valleys, they rose in testament to man’s inherent desire to leave his mark, to build and create.

Over those two centuries man married the stone with brick, with wood and glass, enlarging, transforming, enhancing to suit the needs, the times, the whims. Throughout, the building on the crossroads watched as the settlement became a town, as more buildings sprang up.

The dirt road became asphalt; horse and carriage gave way to cars. Fashions flickered by in the blink of an eye. Still it stood, rising on its corner of The Square, an enduring landmark in the cycle of change.

It knew war, heard the echo of gunfire, the cries of the wounded, the prayers of the fearful. It knew blood and tears, joy and fury. Birth and death.

It thrived in good times, endured the hard times. It changed hands and purpose, yet the stone walls stood.

In time, the wood of its graceful double porches began to sag. Glass broke; mortar cracked and crumbled. Some who stopped at the light on the town square might glance over to see pigeons flutter in and out of broken windows and wonder what the old building had been in its day. Then the light turned green, and they drove on.

Beckett knew.

He stood on the opposite corner of The Square, thumbs tucked into the pockets of his jeans. Thick with summer, the air held still. With the road empty, he could have crossed Main Street against the light, but he continued to wait. Opaque blue tarps draped the building from roof to street level, curtaining the front of the building. Over the winter it had served to hold the heat in for the crew. Now it helped block the beat of the sun—and the view.

But he knew—how it looked at that moment, and how it would look when the rehab was complete. After all, he’d designed it—he, his two brothers, his mother. But the blueprints bore his name as architect, his primary function as a partner in Montgomery Family Contractors.

He crossed over, his tennis shoes nearly silent on the road in the breathless hush of three a.m. He walked under the scaffolding, along the side of the building, down St. Paul, pleased to see in the glow of the streetlight how well the stone and brick had cleaned up.

It looked old—it was old, he thought, and that was part of its beauty and appeal. But now, for the first time in his memory, it looked tended.

He rounded the back, walked over the sunbaked dirt, through the construction rubble scattered over what would be a courtyard. Here the porches that spanned both the second and third stories ran straight and true. Custom-made pickets—designed to replicate those from old photographs of the building, and the remnants found during excavation—hung freshly primed and drying on a length of wire.

He knew his eldest brother, Ryder, in his role as head contractor, had the rails and pickets scheduled for install.

He knew because Owen, the middle of the three Montgomery brothers, plagued them all over schedules, calendars, projections, and ledgers—and kept Beckett informed of every nail hammered.

Whether he wanted to be or not.

In this case, he supposed as he dug out his key, he wanted to be—usually. The old hotel had become a family obsession.

It had him by the throat, he admitted as he opened the unfinished and temporary door to what would be The Lobby. And by the heart—and hell, it had him by the balls. No other project they’d ever worked on had ever gotten its hooks in him, in all of them, like this. He suspected none ever would again.

He hit the switch, and the work light dangling from the ceiling flashed on to illuminate bare concrete floors, roughed-in walls, tools, tarps, material.

It smelled of wood and concrete dust and, faintly, of the grilled onions someone must have ordered for lunch.

He’d do a more thorough inspection of the first and second floors in the morning when he had better light. Stupid to have come over at this hour anyway, when he couldn’t really see crap, and was dog tired. But he couldn’t resist it.

By the balls, he thought again, passing under a wide archway, its edges of stone still rough and exposed. Then, flipping on his flashlight, he headed toward the front and the work steps that led up.

There was something about the place in the middle of the night, when the noise of nail guns, saws, radios, and voices ended, and the shadows took over. Something not altogether quiet, not altogether still. Something that brushed fingers over the back of his neck.

Something else he couldn’t resist.

He swept his light around the second floor, noted the brown-bag backing on the walls. As always, Owen’s report had been accurate. Ry and his crew had the insulation completed on this level.

Though he’d intended to go straight up, he roamed here with a grin spreading over his sharply boned face, the pleasure of it lighting eyes the color of blue shadows.

“Coming along,” he said into the silence in a voice gravelly from lack of sleep.

He moved through the dark, following his beam of light, a tall man with narrow hips, the long Montgomery legs, and the waving mass of brown hair with hints of chestnut that came down from the Riley—his maternal side.

He had to remind himself that if he kept poking around he’d have to get up before he got to bed, so he climbed up to the third floor.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” Pure delight scattered thoughts of sleep as he traced a finger down the taped seam of freshly hung drywall.

He played his light over the holes cut out for electric, moved into what would be the innkeeper’s apartment, and noted the same for plumbing in the kitchen and bath. He spent more time wandering through what would be their most elaborate suite, nodding approval at the floating wall dividing the generous space in the bath.

“You’re a frigging genius, Beck. Now, for God’s sake, go home.”

But giddy with fatigue and anticipation, he took one more good look before he made his way down the steps.

He heard it as he reached the second floor. A kind of humming—and distinctly female. As the sound reached him, so did the scent. Honeysuckle, sweet and wild and ripe with summer.

His belly did a little dance, but he held the flashlight steady as he swept it down the hall into unfinished guest rooms. He shook his head as both sound and scent drifted away.

“I know you’re here.” He spoke clearly, and his voice echoed back to him. “And I guess you’ve been here for a while. We’re bringing her back, and then some. She deserves it. I hope to hell you like it when she’s done because, well, that’s the way it’s going to be.”

He waited a minute or two, fanciful enough—or tired enough—to imagine whoever, or whatever, inhabited the place settled on a wait-and-see mode.

“Anyway.” He shrugged. “We’re giving her the best we’ve got, and we’re pretty damn good.”

He walked down, noted the work light no longer shone. Beckett turned it on again, switched it back off with another shrug. It wouldn’t be the first time the current resident had messed with one of them.

“Good night,” he called out, then locked up.

This time he didn’t wait for the light, but crossed diagonally. Vesta Pizzeria and Family Restaurant spread over another corner of The Square, with his apartment and office above. He walked down the sloping sidewalk to the back parking lot, grabbed his bag from the cab of his truck. Deciding he’d murder anyone who called him before eight a.m., Beckett unlocked the stairwell, then climbed past the restaurant level to his door.

He didn’t bother with the light, but moved by memory and the backwash of streetlights through the apartment. He stripped by the bed, letting the clothes drop.

He flopped facedown on the mattress, and fell asleep thinking of honeysuckle.

THE CELL PHONE he’d left in his jeans pocket went off at six fifty-five.

“Son of a bitch.”

He crawled out of bed, over the floor, dug his phone out of the pocket. Realized he was holding his wallet up to his ear when nobody answered.


Dropped the wallet, fumbled out the phone.

“What the hell do you want?”

“Good morning to you, too,” Owen responded. “I’m walking out of Sheetz, with coffee and donuts. They’ve got a new clerk on the morning shift. She’s pretty hot.”

“I’ll kill you with a hammer.”

“Then you won’t get any coffee and donuts. I’m on my way to the site. Ry should be there already. Morning meeting.”

“That’s at ten.”

“Didn’t you read the text I sent you?”

“Which one? I’m gone two days and you sent me a million freaking texts.”

“The one that told you we rescheduled for seven fifteen. Put some pants on,” Owen suggested and hung up.


He grabbed a two-minute shower, and put some pants on.

The clouds that rolled in overnight had managed to lock the heat in, so stepping outside was like swimming fully dressed through a warm river.

He heard the thump of nail guns, the jingle of music, the whine of saws as he crossed the street. From inside, somebody laughed like a lunatic.

He turned the corner of the building as Owen pulled his truck into the parking lot behind the projected courtyard. The truck gleamed from a recent wash, and the silver toolboxes on the sides of the bed sparkled.

Owen stepped out. Jeans, a white T-shirt tucked into his belt—and on the belt the damn phone that did everything but kiss him good night (and Beckett wasn’t taking bets against that)—marginally scuffed work boots. His bark brown hair sat tidily on his head. He’d obviously had time to shave his pretty face, Beckett thought resentfully.

He shot Beckett a grin, and Beckett imagined the eyes behind those bronze lenses were cheerful and alert.

“Give me the damn coffee.”

Owen took a tall go-cup, marked with a B, from its slot in the tray.

“I didn’t get in till three.” Beckett took the first, deep, lifesaving gulp.


“I didn’t get out of Richmond until close to ten, then I hit a parking lot on 95. And don’t, just do not tell me I should’ve checked the traffic report before getting on. Give me a fucking donut.”

Owen opened the enormous box, and the smell of yeast, sugar, and fat oozed into the thick air. Beckett grabbed a jelly, wolfed half of it, washed it down with more coffee.

“Pickets are going to look good,” Owen said in his easy way. “They’re going to be worth the time and money.” He cocked his head toward the truck on the other side of his. “Drywall’s up on the third floor. They’re going to get the second coat of mud on today. Roofers ran out of copper, so they’re going to fall a little behind schedule on that, but they’re working on the slate until the material comes in.”

“I can hear that,” Beckett commented as the stone saws shrilled.

Owen continued the updates as they crossed to the lobby door, and the coffee woke up Beckett’s brain.

The noise level spiked, but now that Beckett had some sugar and caffeine in his system, it sounded like music. He exchanged greetings with a couple of the crew hanging insulation, then followed Owen through the side arch and into what would be the laundry, and currently served as an on-site office.

Ryder stood scowling down at blueprints spread over a table of plywood on sawhorses. Dumbass, his homely and purehearted mutt—and constant companion—sprawled snoring at his feet.

Until a whiff of donut had his eyes popping open, his scruffy tail thumping. Beckett broke off a bite of donut, tossed it, and the dog nipped it neatly out of the air.

D.A. saw no logical purpose in the fetching of sticks or balls. He concentrated his skills on fielding food of any kind.

“If you’re going to ask for another change, I’ll kill you instead of Owen.”

Ryder only grunted, held out a hand for coffee. “We need to move this panel box, then we can box in this space here, use it for second-floor utility.”

Beckett took another donut, considered as Ryder ran through a handful of other changes.

Little tweaks, Beckett thought, that wouldn’t hurt and would probably improve. Ryder was, after all, the one of them who lived most intimately with the building. But when Ryder moved to eliminating the coffered dining room ceiling—a thin bone of contention between them—Beckett dug in.

“It goes in, just as on the plans. It makes a statement.”

“It doesn’t need to make a statement.”

“Every room in this place is going to make a statement. The dining room makes one with—among other things, a coffered ceiling. It suits the room, plays off the panels we’re making for the side of the windows. The depth of the windows, the ceiling, the arch of stone on the back wall.”

“Pain in the ass.” Ryder scanned the donuts, opted for a cinnamon twist. He didn’t so much as glance toward the madly thumping tail as he tore off the end, flipped it into the air.

D.A.’s teeth snapped together as he caught it.

“How’d it go down in Richmond?”

“The next time I volunteer to design and help build a covered deck for a friend, knock me unconscious.”

“Always a pleasure.” Ryder grinned around the donut. His hair, a deep dense brown that edged toward black, sprang out from under his paint-stained MFC gimme cap. His eyebrows lifted over eyes of gold-flecked green. “I thought you were mostly doing it to get into Drew’s sister’s pants.”

“It was part of the motivation.”

“How’d that go for you?”

“She hooked up with somebody a couple weeks ago, a detail nobody bothered to pass on to me. I never even saw her. So I’m bunked down in Drew’s spare room trying to pretend I can’t hear him and Jen fighting every damn night, and listening to him complain how she’s making his life hell every damn day.”

He drained the coffee. “The deck looks good though.”

“Now that you’re back I could use some help on the built-ins for The Library,” Owen told him.

“I’ve got some catching up to do, but I can give you some time after noon.”

“That’ll work.” Owen handed him a file. “Mom’s been down to Bast’s,” he said, speaking of the furniture store down the street. “Copies of what she’s after—with dimensions, and the room they’re for. She wants you to draw it up.”

“I just did the last batch before I went to Drew’s. How fast can she shop?”

“She’s meeting Aunt Carolee there tomorrow. They’re talking fabrics, so she wants to see if and how what she’s got going fits ASAP. You’re the one who took off a couple days hoping to get laid,” Owen reminded him.

“Struck out, too.”

“Shut up, Ry.” Beckett tucked the file under his arm. “I’d better get started.”

“Don’t you want to go up, take a look?”

“I did a walk-through last night.”

“At three in the morning?” Owen asked.

“Yeah, at three in the morning. It’s looking good.”

One of the crew stuck his head in. “Hey, Beck. Ry, the drywaller’s got a question up in five.”

“Be there in a minute.” Ryder pulled a handwritten list off his clipboard, passed it to Owen. “Materials. Go on and order. I want to get the front porch framed in.”

“I’ll take care of it. Do you need me around here this morning?”

“We’ve got a few million pickets to prime, a mile or two of insulation to hang, and we’re decking the second-story porch, front. What do you think?”

“I think I’ll get my tool belt after I order this material.”

“I’ll swing back through before I head out to the shop this afternoon,” Beckett told them, then got out before he ended up with a nail gun in his hand.

AT HOME, HE stuck a mug under his coffee machine, checked the level of the water and beans. While it chomped the beans, he went through the mail Owen had stacked on the kitchen counter. Owen had also left sticky notes, Beckett thought with a shake of his head, listing the times he’d watered the plants. Though he hadn’t asked Owen—or anyone—to deal with those little chores while he’d been gone, it didn’t surprise him to find them done.

If you were dealing with a flat tire or a nuclear holocaust, you could depend on Owen.

Beckett dumped the junk mail in the recycle bin, took what mail needed attention and the coffee through to his office.

He liked the space, which he’d designed himself when the Montgomery family bought the building a few years before. He had the old desk—a flea market find he’d refinished—facing Main Street. Sitting there, he could study the inn.

He had land just outside of town, and plans for a house he’d designed, barely started, and kept fiddling with. But other projects always bumped it down the line. He couldn’t see the hurry, in any case. He was happy enough with his Main Street perch over Vesta. Plus it added the convenience of calling down if he wanted a slice while he worked, or just going downstairs if he wanted food and company.

He could walk to the bank, the barber, to Crawford’s if he wanted a hot breakfast or a burger, to the bookstore, the post office. He knew his neighbors, the merchants, the rhythm in Boonsboro. No, no reason to hurry.

He glanced at the file Owen had given him. It was tempting to start right there, see what his mother and aunt had come up with. But he had other work to clear up first.

He spent the next hour paying bills, updating other projects, answering emails he’d neglected when in Richmond.

He checked Ryder’s job schedule. Owen insisted they each have an updated copy every week, even though they saw or spoke to each other all the damn time. Mostly on schedule, which, considering the scope of the project, equaled a not-so-minor miracle.

He glanced at his thick white binder, filled with cut sheets, computer copies, schematics—all arranged by room—of the heating and air-conditioning system, the sprinkler system, every tub, toilet, sink, faucet, the lighting, tile patterns, appliances—and the furniture and accessories already selected and approved.

It would be thicker before they were done, so he’d better see what his mother had her eye on. He opened the file, spread out the cut sheets. On each, his mother listed the room the piece was intended for by initials. He knew Ryder and the crew still worked by the numbers they’d assigned to the guest rooms and suites, but he knew J&R—second floor, rear, and one of the two with private entrances and fireplaces—stood for Jane and Rochester.

His mother’s concept, and one he liked a lot, had been to name the rooms for romantic couples in literature—with happy endings. She’d done so for all but the front-facing suite she’d decided to dub The Penthouse.

He studied the bed she wanted, and decided the wooden canopy style would’ve fit nicely into Thornfield Hall. Then he grinned at the curvy sofa, the fainting couch she’d noted should stand at the foot of the bed.

She’d picked out a dresser, but had listed the alternative of a secretary with drawers. More unique, he decided, more interesting.

And she apparently had her mind made up about a bed for Westley and Buttercup—their second suite, rear—as she’d written THIS IS IT!! in all caps on the sheet.

He scanned the other sheets; she’d been busy. Then turned to his computer.

He spent the next two hours with CAD, arranging, adjusting, angling. From time to time, he opened the binder, refreshed himself on the feel and layout of the baths, or took another look at the electrical, the cable for the flatscreens in each bedroom.

When he was satisfied, he sent his mother the file, with copies to his brothers, and gave her the maximum dimensions for any night tables, occasional chairs.

He wanted a break, and more coffee. Iced coffee, he decided. Iced cappuccino, even better. No reason not to walk down to Turn The Page and get one. They had good coffee at the bookstore, and he’d stretch his legs a little on the short walk down Main.

He ignored the fact that the coffee machine he’d indulged himself in could make cappuccino—and that he had ice. And he told himself he took the time to shave because it was too damn hot for the scruff.

He went out, headed down Main, stopped outside of Sherry’s Beauty Salon to talk to Dick while the barber took a break.

“How’s it coming?”

“We’ve got drywall going in,” Beckett told him.

“Yeah, I helped them unload some.”

“We’re going to have to put you on the payroll.”

Dick grinned, jerked a chin at the inn. “I like watching it come back.”

“Me, too. See you later.”

He walked on, and up the short steps to the covered porch of the bookstore, and through the door to a jangle of bells. He lifted a hand in salute to Laurie as the bookseller rang up a sale for a customer. While he waited he wandered to the front-facing stand of bestsellers and new arrivals. He took down the latest John Sandford in paperback—how had he missed that one?—scanned the write-up inside, kept it as he strolled around the stacks.

The shop had an easy, relaxed walk-around feel with its rooms flowing into one another, with the curve of the creaky steps to the second-floor office and storerooms. Trinkets, cards, a few local crafts, some of this, a little of that—and, most of all, books and more books filled shelves, tables, cases in a way that encouraged just browsing around.

Another old building, it had seen war, change, the lean and the fat. Now with its soft colors and old wood floors, it managed to hold on to the sense of the town house it had once been.

It always smelled, to him, of books and women, which made sense since the owner had a fully female staff of full- and part-timers.

He found a just-released Walter Mosley and picked that up as well. Then glancing toward the stairs to the second-floor office, Beckett strolled through the open doorway to the back section of the store. He heard voices, but realized quickly they came from a little girl and a woman she called Mommy.

Clare had boys—three boys now, he thought. Maybe she wasn’t even in today, or not coming in until later. Besides, he’d come for coffee, not to see Clare Murphy. Clare Brewster, he reminded himself. She’d been Clare Brewster for ten years, so he ought to be used to it.

Clare Murphy Brewster, he mused, mother of three, bookstore proprietor. Just an old high school friend who’d come home after an Iraqi sniper shattered her life and left her a widow.

He hadn’t come to see her, except in passing if she happened to be around. He’d have no business making a point to see the widow of a boy he’d gone to school with, had liked, had envied.

“Sorry for the wait. How’s it going, Beck?”

“What?” He tuned back in, turned to Laurie as the door jingled behind the customers. “Oh, no problem. Found some books.”

“Imagine that,” she said, and smiled at him.

“I know, what are the odds? I hope they’re as good for me getting an iced cappuccino.”

“I can hook you up. Iced everything’s the order of the day this summer.” Her honey brown hair scooped up with a clip against the heat, she gestured to the cups. “Large?”

“You bet.”

“How’s the inn coming along?”

“It’s moving.” He walked to the counter as she turned to the espresso machine.

Pretty little thing, Beckett mused. She’d worked for Clare since the beginning, shuffling work and school. Five years, maybe six? Could it be that long already?

“People ask us all the time,” she told him as she worked. “When, when, when, what, how. And especially when you’re going to take down that tarp so we can all see for ourselves.”

“And spoil the big reveal?”

“It’s killing me.”

With the conversation, the noise of the machine, he didn’t hear her, but sensed her. He looked over as she came down the curve of the steps, one hand trailing along the banister.

When his heart jumped, he thought, Oh well. But then, Clare had been making his heart jump since he’d been sixteen.

“Hi, Beck. I thought I heard you down here.”

She smiled, and his heart stopped jumping to fall flat.


HE HANDLED IT. HE SMILED BACK AT HER, QUICK AND casual, as she walked down the stairs with her long, sunny ponytail swaying. She always reminded him of a sunflower, tall and bright and cheerful. Her gray eyes held hints of green that gave them a sparkle whenever her mouth, with its deep center dip, curved up.

“Haven’t seen you in a couple days,” she commented.

“I was down in Richmond.” She’d gotten some sun, he thought, giving her skin just a hint of gold. “Did I miss anything?”

“Let’s see. Somebody stole the garden gnome out of Carol Tecker’s yard.”

“Jeez. A crime spree.”

“She’s offering a ten-dollar reward.”

“I’ll keep my eye out for it.”

“Anything new at the inn?”

“We started drywall.”

“Old news.” She flicked that away. “I got that from Avery yesterday, who got it from Ry when he stopped in for pizza.”

“My mother’s putting another furniture order together, and she’s moving on to fabrics.”

“Now that’s a bulletin.” Green sparkled in the gray; it just killed him. “I’d love to see what she’s picking out. I know it’s going to be beautiful. And I heard a rumor there’s going to be a copper tub.”

Beckett held up three fingers.

Her eyes widened; the green deepened in the smoky gray. He’d need oxygen any minute.

“Three? Where do you find these things?”

“We have our ways.”


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Next Always: Book One of the Inn BoonsBoro Trilogy 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 85 reviews.
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I am a big Nora Robert's fan and I have never been disappointed by any of her books. She is a fantastic writer and I never fail to be amazed. I can't wait to read her next one!
harstan More than 1 year ago
In Boonsboro, Maryland, the historic inn has survived over two centuries of war and pace; the walls have heard cries of joy and grief. The edifice lives on in spite of different often uncaring owners. Now the Montgomery Family Contractors begin an obsessive renovation project to modernize the classic beautiful centerfold of their hometown. Oldest brother Ryder is the head contractor; middle sibling Owen is the scheduler; the youngest offspring Beckett is the architect; and finally mom is the eccentric overseer of the three. While Beckett is fixated on the renovation; he also has a more important personal project in mind. Since he was sixteen he obsessed over Claire Murphy, but she became wife to Clint Brewster and had three sons with him until an Iraqi sniper left her a widow running a bookstore in her hometown. Her biggest regret is Clint never met his youngest son. As Beck begins his campaign to make the widow and her children his family; someone else plans to make the widow sans the kids his family. The first Inn Boonsboro Montgomery contemporary romance is an enjoyable family affair. The cast is solid including both sets of families, the townsfolk and the historic inn. Although the suspense feels unnecessary as if Nora Roberts was well compelled to include such a subplot for her myriad of fans; readers will appreciate this wonderful warm homage to small-town America. Harriet Klausner
SharonRedfern More than 1 year ago
Nora Roberts has written a sweet romance for her first book in the Inn Boonsboro series. Clare Brewster is an Iraq war widow who has returned to her hometown and opened a bookstore. Beckett Montgomery is part of a family business that is rehabbing the once decrepit Inn Boonsboro. Beck has had a thing for Clare since their teen years and his opportunity has finally arrived. Ms. Roberts does her usual fine job of portraying a really nice guy who likes Clare's children and gradually becomes an essential part of her life. Clare has a harder time getting used to a new relationship but she falls eventually. I loved the descriptions of the Inn and how it was being renovated. I know Ms. Roberts has based this trilogy on the Maryland Inn she herself has purchased and I so want to go after reading this book and stay in the Eve & Roarke room! The main characters are a great match and Beck's two brothers are obviously the focus of the next two books along with Clare's two friends. Can't wait! I also enjoyed the hint of paranormal with the Inn's resident ghost. I am hoping the next two books will tell us about her and how she came to be haunting the Inn. No Robert's romance would be complete without a villain and this book has one, but it is really a small part of the book. The main focus of the story is what Ms. Roberts does so well- two relatively average people with their own faults and issues manage to work things out and find each other. It's believable and sweet and you wish it was you having this wonderful romance.
TammyK1 More than 1 year ago
I just finished this book a few days ago, and plunged right into the second in the series, finishing it last night. They are both spectacular (isn't everything Nora Roberts puts out there). I love the family feel and the rich descriptions. Oh, I wish I was at the Inn!
nicolev More than 1 year ago
Enjoyable small town living, comfortable, cozy and mysterious. The characters and atmosphere are down-home real, just like people in your own neighborhood. Unrequieted love hopeful to come to fruition, that which reaches all our hearts. There is always that one person, that one regret, that one unfulfilled experience that manages to stay put in the memory banks. An enjoyable read on a rainy day!
BookwormReflects More than 1 year ago
The Next Always Inn BoonsBoro Trilogy Book One By Nora Roberts Beckett Montgomery has been infatuated with Clare since he was in high school but when Clare came back home widowed and with three children to raise, he couldn’t bring himself to make her life any more complicated. As Beckett and his two brothers work on restoring the historic and haunted inn things also begin to change between Clare and Beckett. Everything seems to be going perfectly until Clare finds herself with unwanted attention from Sam and arrogant and conceited man who won’t take no for an answer. Nora Roberts introduces us to her newest trilogy surrounding the inn in BoonsBoro, I have read a few of her trilogies before and so far this one is as promising as her others. Nora Roberts did a wonderful job in pulling you in with a wonderful romance then by adding a ghost and a stalker she adds to the fun, leaving you dying to know what happens next. This book was a bit sad for me I am not sure if others will find it this way but as a military wife when Clare goes into details about her husband and how he was killed in the Iraq war while she was pregnant, it is my worst nightmare but in the end it makes the story so beautiful and touching I couldn’t put it down. If you are a military wife you may want to have tissues on hand just in case but this is definitely worth the read.
PrisonerNo6 More than 1 year ago
I purchased the ebook and started reading last night. While it is the usual well-written story one expects from Nora Roberts, so far I'm feeling a little bit used. It's beginning to seem like a 250 page advertisement for her own inn, an advertisement I PAID $10 to read! The mother in the book names the suites after happy ending romance characters? Ms. Roberts did that in her inn. One of the rooms has a fainting couch? Ms. Roberts did that in her inn. There are three copper tubs? Ms. Roberts did that in her inn. Granted, I'm partway in, and the constant veiled references to Ms. Roberts' in may lessen as the story progresses, but right now I'm left with a bit of a bad taste in my mouth.
Anonymous 9 days ago
This is my first Nora Roberts book and I was blown away! I know everyone complains about how descriptive she is about the inn building process, but I actually enjoyed it. I have read a lot of books and some skip over details that it makes me want more; Nora Roberts did not. Roberts really focus on everything. The town, the inn, the characters and their backstory, the romance, the conflict. She makes sure everything is covered and not one element is the "star".I also like that this trilogy was inspired by an in that Nora Roberts bought herself and renovated. The characters were very realistic and so was the pacing. It is a sweet romance story that is full of life lessons. I can't wait to read the other two books! If you are reading this to the end, I would say to give this book a fair chance. Some like it others don't, the bottom line is they are not you. You have to decide for yourself and I would say to read Nora Roberts description and try it out; I wasn't disappointed. If you don't like this one, Roberts has over 200 books that I sure can suit you.
BeachRead245 More than 1 year ago
The Inn Boonsboro series starts with The Next Always by Nora Roberts. She actually based this series on the real Inn Boonsboro. The building of the inn is described in detail in this novel. Synopsis: The Montgomery brothers are working hard on the new family business the Inn Boonsboro. They are rebuilding and refurbishing the Inn. Their mother Justine directs the flow of the business. One of the other businesses in the area is the local bookstore which is run by Clare Brewster a single mother of three boys. She also has the attention of Beckett Montgomery who pursues a friendship with Clare. Will it blossom into something more? What will happen with the inn as it continues to grow? My Thoughts: After reading the Bride Quartet series, I was excited to read the Inn Boonsboro series. My excitement decreased in the beginning of this novel. I have a hard time sometimes when the author is introducing new characters and the setting. I tend to like book twos a little more in the series. Once we progressed beyond this part of the novel I could not get enough. The main cores of characters in this novel are the Montgomery brothers Beckett, Ryder, and Owen. Then you meet their mother Justine and their aunt Carol Lee. My personal favorite is Clare because she owns and runs the local bookstore Turn the Page. Clare’s character is not as strong a female lead as in some of her other books, but it leads to the main source of conflict later on in the novel. By Jencey /Writer's Corner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I use to read a lot and haven't been reading in a while. I stayed up until after midnight reading this book and wanted to get into bed to read. So some chores got postponed for a couple of days. On to the next book in the trilogy. Enjoy!
MichaelTravisJasper More than 1 year ago
This is the first volume in the Inn Boonsboro Trilogy. The three-part set focuses on three brothers. Each novel focuses on one brother and his potential love-life. Throughout the story, the brothers are remodeling a cool bed and breakfast in a quaint small town environment. Any fan of Nora will love this book. It is typical of her work, and therefore, fun and easy to read. Love it. Already started reading the second novel. Michael Travis Jasper, Author of the Novel “To Be Chosen”
Jane-from-NewJersey More than 1 year ago
The main characters, Clare and Beckett, were well-developed so I cared about them and eagerly followed Clare's feelings for Beckett as they developed from friendship to love. Beckett's handling of Clare's three sons from her first marriage was touching and inspiring, and the inn's resident ghost added fun and spice. However, the book was rather slow-moving in parts due to the long descriptions of the construction and furnishing of the inn and of all of the characters' daily activities. Towards the end of book, Sam Freemont's interest in Clare prevented the book from sinking into tedium. All in all the "The Next Always" is worth reading, as are the other two books of the trilogy, but in my opinion, none of them is as riveting or as moving as many of Nora Roberts' other books (and I have read and enjoyed most of them).
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read Nora Roberts for years and alway wait for the next new release but have found that the last 3 or 4 have been lacking any real appeal to them. They are the everyday run of the mill romance. No suspense to hold your interest, just everyday same old same old, please to back to your old suspense ways.
kmartin802 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I have to start out by saying that I buy Nora Roberts' books on her name alone. I have seldom been disappointed in any of her stories. This was another wonderful, feel-good romance with well-drawn characters and strong, loving families.The Montgomery family is restoring an old inn in Boonsboro. The family consists of a widowed mother and three grown sons. You can easily see that they love and support each other even while the brothers pick at each other and teases. This romance stars Beckett who is the architect in the family but who also doesn't mind turning his hand to any carpentry tasks or other needed tasks in the inn restoration project. The heroine of this story is Clare Brewster. She is back home in Boonsboro with her three young sons after the death of her husband in Iraq. They were childhood sweethearts and had a strong loving marriage. Now that she is home, she has started a bookstore and has made a new life for herself and her sons.Beckett has loved her since she was sixteen but has settled for a friendship until now. This story explores their growing relationship as they learn to adjust and trust each other. It was fun to see Beckett interacting with Clare's three sons and see him fitting himself into their lives. Clare is the one who is most reluctant to be in the relationship at first. After all, she has already had a wonderful relationship and had her heart broken when she lost her husband.I did like that Clare was not a passive heroine. When she decides to commit to the relationship with Beckett, she is the one who puts the moves on him. He wants to take it slow and ease her into the relationship but isn't at all reluctant when Clare wants to move faster. But everything can't go smoothly. Clare has also drawn the attention of a former schoolmate who has developed an unhealthy obsession with her and has begun stalking her. Clare just thinks that he is an annoying person who is really hard to discourage but the stalking episodes quickly escalate.The story also features Beckett's two brothers - Owen and Ryder and Clare's best friends Avery and Hope leading the way for the romances in the next books in this trilogy. What I really like about Roberts' books is that her heroines are real adult women. Clare owns a bookstore; Avery owns and operates a restaurant; and Hope is experienced in running hotels. None of them are looking for a man to make their lives better. They have perfectly good lives already. Nor are her heroes rich men of leisure. They may be comfortably well-off but they are all hard-working.I really enjoyed this story and will certainly be following along with the rest of the Inn Boonsboro Trilogy.
readinggeek451 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Beckett and his brothers are remodelling a historic building as a romantic bed and breakfast. Clare, a widow with three young boys, owns a bookstore across the street.Did I mention the inn has a ghost, and Clare has a stalker?Sweet.
4fish on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Nora Roberts always excels in the details, even if the broad strokes of the plot are pretty predictable. This time, the three Montgomery brothers are restoring an old inn. Beckett, the youngest, is the architect. He's had a crush on Clare for years, but she was someone else's girl, then wife. But now they're both back in Boonsboro and both available. The details of the restoration are interesting and there's an intriguing ghost story, although the road to true love is really pretty smooth and the villain too cliched.
JaneAustenNut on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book! I like series and thought The Inn Boonsboro Trilogy would be good. Gosh, it really was interesting on many levels. I read it as a mystery, romance, and historical novel. Can't wait until " The Last Boyfriend" is published next May ( 2nd in series ). The Next Always was also a comfy and easy read....good for these trying times in which we all live.
bookwurm84 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I was disapointed in this book only because I could have guessed exactly what was going to happen. This felt to me like a meshing of some of her previous works and I can basically pre-write the other two in this triology in my mind. I always read Nora Roberts expecting relatively the same story line but this reminded me to closely of another of her hotel books. I still gave this book a 3/5 just because it is well written and if you hadn't read the author before it was a good book.
plunkinberry on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Great characters; good idea for the overall trilogy; unfortunately, the story wasn't all that spectacular. The character development and the emotional investment in the characters is good. But, there was just too little - too little about the ghost; too little about the problems with Sam; too little about the former husband; too little about the problems with the Inn; too little about many, many things. I will still eagerly await book 2.
mchwest on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Loved this story, not at all what I expected after the other trilogies she has written lately. I didn't want the book to end and the only disappointment is that the next two will take so long to come out.
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Svrmomof6 More than 1 year ago
I needed a break from my typical mystery suspense novel so I selected this from the library. I thoroughly enjoyed it, I read all three back to back. Great character development, good story line, entertaining, no noticeable filler gobledegoop. A very enjoyable read. Very clean romances with just the right amount of drama and a slight mystery to boot! The Next Always: The historic hotel in Boonsboro has endured war and peace, changing hands, even rumored hauntings. Now it’s getting a major facelift from the Montgomery brothers and their eccentric mother. Beckett is the architect of the family, and his social life consists mostly of talking shop over pizza and beer. But there’s another project he’s got his eye on: the girl he’s been waiting to kiss since he was fifteen. After losing her husband and returning to her hometown, Clare Brewster soon settles into her life as the mother of three young sons while running the town’s bookstore. Busy, with little time for romance, Clare is drawn across the street by Beckett’s transformation of the old inn, wanting to take a closer look . . . at the building and the man behind it. With the grand opening inching closer, Beckett’s happy to give Clare a private tour - one room at a time. It’s no first date, but these stolen moments are the beginning of something new - and open the door to the extraordinary adventure of what comes next. The Last Boyfriend: Owen is the organizer of the Montgomery clan, running the family's construction business with an iron fist - and an even less flexible spreadsheet. And though his brothers give him grief for his compulsive list making, the Inn BoonsBoro is about to open right on schedule. The only thing Owen didn't plan for was Avery MacTavish.... Avery's popular pizza place is right across the street from the inn, giving her a first-hand look at its amazing renovation — and a newfound appreciation for Owen. Since he was her first boyfriend when they were kids, Owen has never been far from Avery's thoughts. But the attraction she's feeling for him now is far from innocent. As Avery and Owen cautiously take their relationship to another level, the opening of the inn gives the whole town of BoonsBoro a reason to celebrate. But Owen's hard work has only begun. Getting Avery to let down her guard is going to take longer than he expected — and so will getting her to realize that her first boyfriend is going to be her last. The Perfect Hope: Ryder is the hardest Montgomery brother to figure out - with a tough-as-nails outside and possibly nothing too soft underneath. He's surly and unsociable, but when he straps on a toolbelt, no woman can resist his sexy swagger. Except, apparently, Hope Beaumont, the innkeeper of his own Inn BoonsBoro. As the former manager of a D.C. hotel, Hope is used to excitement and glamour, but that doesn't mean she can't appreciate the joys of small-town living. She's where she wants to be - except for in her love life. Her only interaction with the opposite sex has been sparring with the infuriating Ryder, who always seems to get under her skin. Still, no one can deny the electricity that crackles between them...a spark that ignited with a New Year's Eve kiss. While the inn is running smoothly, thanks to Hope's experience and unerring instincts, her big-city past is about to make an unwelcome - and embarrassing - appearance. Seeing Hope vulnerable stirs up Ryder's emotions and makes him realize that while Hope
SleepDreamWrite More than 1 year ago
Last NR book or series I read was the Three sisters Island trilogy. Took me a while to find another Nora Roberts book or series to read next. So when I checked out some books to the library and noticed on the shelves, the Next Always was there. A book I been wanting to read but wasn't sure. I was thinking should I read it, should I not read it? Then just like that, I check that out and start reading. Out of the books I'm reading, this is the one I keep wanting to come back to and see how the love story between the widowed bookstore owner and the hot but ever the gentleman and just sweet and hug worthy, hot architect. And it seems there's hints of other possible romances, most likely in the next two books? I think? The writing honestly was the best part as it helps you imagine the setting, the characters and gives you butterflies. There were so many moments like that, that I couldn't help but smile, a lot. And with the not so good books I been reading lately, reading this was a welcome change of pace. Kudos to the author for that immensely. Anyway, the cover is beautiful and the town of Boonsboro sounds like a good place to see. Especially the bookstore. You put a bookstore in your book and maybe I'll read it. It had the right amount of romance, pace and characters that used common sense. Oh and a ghost at the inn the brothers have been building, renovating, setting it up, etc. Basically what I'm saying is I love this book. And hope to say the same of the other two in the series. At least when I get around to reading them. To which I say, can't wait!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago