Sunday, March 8, 2015

Hope Burns by Jaci Burton


Hope #3
Molly has to come home to Hope for Emma and Luke's wedding. She has avoided coming back for 12 years. Her break up with Carter hurt so bad she could not be in the same town with him. But she has to be in her sister's wedding.
She stops for pastries before heading to Emma's and who does she run into but Carter. He looks better than ever. He tries to be friendly but she isn't open to him. How is she ever going to stand being here?
Carter is glad to see Molly. They have unresolved stuff between them. He still loves her.
Will they get through the wedding without hurting each other? Then her mother falls and molly has to stay for a couple of months. What will happen?

I loved this one.  I was dying to know what happened between Carter and Molly.  Can't wait for the next one!

From the author:
Molly Burnett dreads returning to her hometown of Hope for her sister’s wedding, especially knowing she’ll have to endure a weekend with the one man she never wants to see again. It’s only a couple of days, so Molly will try to forget her painful past with high school sweetheart Carter Richards. Because despite the bitter memories, she still can’t forget what they once meant to each other.
But when Molly is forced to extend her stay, Carter sees this as his second chance to do things right, to start over again with the only woman he’s ever loved. This time, he isn’t going to let Molly run. Together they’re going to confront the past and put it behind them, and hope for a future as bright as the flame that still burns hot between them. 
Excerpt:

Chapter One

This wedding was going to be a disaster.
Molly Burnett didn’t know what had possessed her to agree to come back to Hope for her sister Emma’s wedding. Love for her sister, of course. But she knew what was at stake. She never came home, hadn’t been home since she’d left when she was eighteen.
That had been twelve years ago. And she’d moved around from town to town, state to state, never setting down roots. Permanence just wasn’t Molly’s thing. And she sure as hell had never once come back to her hometown.
Until now. Even as she drove past the city limits sign her throat had started to close up, her breathing becoming labored. If she hyperventilated, crashed the car, and died a week before Emma’s wedding, her sister would never forgive her.
Then again, with all the sputtering and coughing her ancient Ford Taurus was doing, it might just do itself in before she had a chance to crash it into anything.
“Come on, George,” she said, smooth talking the car. “Hang in there.” She didn’t have a new—or a newer used—car in her budget. Old George, currently age fifteen and she hoped heading toward sixteen, was just going to have to suck it up and keep working.
At the next stop light, George shuddered and belched rather loudly, making the two little kids sitting in the backseat of the car next to her point and laugh. She gave them a smile, then gently pressed the gas. Obviously having cleared his throat, George lumbered on and Molly sighed in grateful relief. Gripping the steering wheel and forcing deep, calming breaths, Molly drove past the First Baptist Church, her favorite donut shop, the florist, and Edith’s Hair Salon. So many places still stood, all of them so familiar.
And yet a lot had changed in twelve years. So much progress, so many new businesses had cropped up. New restaurants, the hospital was bigger than she remembered, and they’d widened the highway. When she’d lived here, there’d been only one shop to stop at for gas and sodas along the main road. Now there was one at every corner.
She purposely turned off the main road, determined to avoid the high school. Too many memories she wasn’t ready to face yet. She headed toward the main strip of town. There was a new bakery, and on impulse, Molly decided to stop and buy some goodies for the family.
She headed inside, the smell of sugar and baked goods making her smile. This place definitely reminded her of home, though it hadn’t been Cups and Cakes last time she was home. Red and Helen Osajeck had owned the Hope Bakery for as long as she remembered. Her mom had told her they’d retired several years ago and sold the bakery.

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Pages: 278
Published: 2014

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