Sunday, January 25, 2015

Happy Ever After by Nora Roberts

Bride Quartet #4
Parker had a little accident and called for a tow truck. Malcolm came on his motorcycle right away. He was worried about her. He convinced her to get on his bike and he would take her home. She actually liked riding with Mal.
Del could not believe she rode on it. Then Mal told him about her car. He stayed for dinner and when he left he kissed her good and hard. Eventually, he talks her into a ride on his bike and pizza. She says yes and the relationship moves on. Will Parker be the last one of the quartet to find love?

I loved Mal and how he handled Parker.  Just what she needed! I am sorry that there is not one more of these books so we can read about the weddings of Emma, Laurel and Parker.

From the publisher: 
As the public face of Vows wedding planning company, Parker Brown has an uncanny knack for fulfilling every bride's vision. She just can't see where her own life is headed. Mechanic Malcolm Kavanaugh loves figuring out how things work, and Parker is no exception. Both know that moving from minor flirtation to major hook-up is a serious step. Parker's business risks have always paid off, but now she'll have to take the chance of a lifetime with her heart…

Grief came in waves, hard and choppy, buffeting and breaking the heart. Other days the waves were slow and swamping, threatening to drown the soul.
People—good, caring people—claimed time would heal. Parker hoped they were right, but as she stood on her bedroom terrace in the late-summer sun, months after the sudden, shocking deaths of her parents, those capricious waves continued to roll.
She had so much, she reminded herself. Her brother—and she didn't know if she'd have survived this grieving time without Del—had been a rock to cling to in that wide, wide ocean of shock and sorrow. Her friends Mac, Emma, Laurel, a part of her life, a part of her, since childhood. They'd been the glue mending and holding all the shattered pieces of her world. She had the constant, unshakable support of their longtime housekeeper, Mrs. Grady, her island of comfort.
She had her home. The beauty and elegance of the Brown Estate seemed deeper, sharper to her somehow, knowing she wouldn't see her parents strolling through the gardens. She'd never again run downstairs and find her mother laughing in the kitchen with Mrs. G, or hear her father wheeling a deal in his home office.
Instead of learning to ride those waves, she'd felt herself being swept deeper and deeper down into the dark.
Time, she'd determined, needed to be used and pushed and moved.
She thought—hoped—she'd found a way, not only to use that time, but to celebrate what her parents had given her, to unite those gifts with family and friendships.
To be productive, she mused as the first spicy scents of coming autumn stirred the air. The Browns worked. They built and they produced and they never, never sat back to laze on accomplishments.
Her parents would have expected her to do no less than those who'd come before her.
Her friends might think she'd lost her mind, but she'd researched, calculated, and outlined a solid business plan, a sturdy model. And with Del's help, a fair and reasonable legal contract.
Time to swim, she told herself.
She simply wouldn't sink.
She walked back into the bedroom, picked up the four thick packets she'd set on her dresser. One for each of them for the meeting—though she hadn't told her friends they were coming to a meeting.

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Pages: 333
Published: 2010

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