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Callahan is one of the hottest guys to move into Harper’s Corner in a long time, partly because he’s also a complete mystery.
He keeps to himself and leads a quiet life, rumors swirl around that he used to be in the military...but no one knows where he came from, or what brought him to their small town.
When Stevie’s parents have a health crisis, she’s forced to take leave from her very New York existence: including a high-powered job at a big publishing house and explosive sex life with her wealthy, handsome and appropriately pretentious boyfriend, to step in and ensure the preservation of the family’s longstanding bookstore.
With the first order of business being to fire Callahan, the unqualified shop assistant her dad hired.
Though as many women from Harper’s Corner can tell you, things change when you come back home.
So firing this attractive, brooding, secretive man turns out to be much harder than she originally planned…
And when his past comes back to challenge him, he can’t keep hiding from what happened.
I invite you to tuck into another Harper’s Corner story about finding love when you least expect it…once upon a time in a bookstore…
looked at her phone for probably the fifth time in as many minutes. The text
string remained unanswered.
Where areyou?? she tapped quickly into her phone, then looked up at the
woman sitting opposite her, reading glasses perched on her nose, a pad in her
hand. She appeared deep in thought while writing something down.
so sorry about this,” Stevie tried to sound calm rather than annoyed, as though
she was not at all aggravated that her boyfriend was missing their therapy
surprising that the edge in her voice was unmistakable.
Ruth Ann Wilson, therapist extraordinaire although wildly unconventional, was
one of the best therapists in New York. Stevie met her a few years back, when
the good doctor released her first book. They’d become somewhat friendly, and
when Stevie’s boyfriend suggested therapy, Ruth Ann Wilson was the only
therapist who came to mind.
Ann looked at Stevie and smiled. “Stevie,” she said, “what does your boyfriend
question caught her off guard. Stevie slipped her phone back into her purse,
having officially given up on waiting for him to text her back.
she did, a message pinged in.
I’m so sorry Stephanie darling, I got
busy at work. I’ll call you later.
let out a sigh and held it up for the therapist. “He’s held up at work.”
job must be very important to him,” Ruth Ann observed, setting her notepad
down. “This is the third session he’s missed.” The reminder was unnecessary.
Stevie was painfully aware of how many sessions her boyfriend had missed.
could only nod. Her boyfriend, Gable Pierce, was beyond busy. Stevie got up and
paced over to the tall windows lining the wall of Ruth Ann’s office. Down
below, the New York city streets were teeming with people.
What am I doing here? She really had no idea. Not that the doc wasn’t helpful,
but these sessions weren’t her idea to begin with.
tried to ignore the tendrils of a headache gathering around her temples, and
she unpinned the bun at the back of her head—the style Gable preferred—and
shook out her light brown hair.
he the one who suggested these sessions?” Ruth Ann asked.
he’s been unable to show up for any of them,” Ruth Ann added gently.
started to say something, but the therapist held up her hand. “It’s time to
stop making excuses for him, Stevie. He’s not interested in these sessions,
and, I need to tell you, I think the same goes for you, my dear.”
blinked and let the reality of what the doctor was saying sink in.
sure that’s not true. I know him.”
Ann only nodded, “Maybe it is true, but tell me, what does he call you?”
damned question again.
the hell did it matter what Gable called her?
he calls me Stephanie,” Stevie finally answered.
is that? Doesn’t everyone else call you Stevie?”
shrugged. “He prefers it, I guess.”
Ann leaned closer.
knew that lean well. It meant Ruth Ann preparing to deliver some bit of earth-shattering
wisdom. Or maybe it was semi-wisdom. Stevie still wasn’t sure.
already had two prior sessions with Ruth Ann, which Gable had pushed her to set
up to help “further their relationship.” Further to what Stevie wasn’t sure,
but Gable kept pushing, and she finally agreed. Not that she had anything
against therapy, per se. Stevie just wasn’t sure they needed it. They never
fought. In fact they agreed on most things. But, as the good doctor had helped
her discover during therapy, those were mostly things Gable wanted anyway.
when you first came to my sessions, I asked you to call me Ruth Ann, and you
complied. During that session, I also asked you how you preferred to be
addressed, and you told me. I call you Stevie, and you call me Ruth Ann. It’s
basic mutual respect.”
narrowed her eyes and looked away. “So you’re saying Gable doesn’t respect me?”
Ann let out a braying laugh. “I should think that’s pretty damned obvious. I
mean, he hasn’t showed up for three sessions he suggested and paid for, and he
calls you by a name none of your friends use. Sorry, dear, but what would you
Stevie didn’t answer, Ruth Ann forged on. “Listen, therapy is all about helping
a patient discover things on their own, but sometimes ‘things’ need a little
nudge, if you know what I mean.” Ruth Ann gave her a small wink. “So here’s
your nudge: people will tell you how they feel about you, but you have to be
willing to listen. I think Gable is telling you, in the loudest
passive-aggressive voice that he can, that he’s not really interested in you.
Well, except as a social trophy, given your job and how established and
respected you are in the industry. Gable wouldn’t associate with anyone who
didn’t have chops, and I’m sure he wouldn’t be caught dead with mere arm
Ruth Ann’s insight sank in, Stevie felt the splash of cold truth hit her.
Despite her protests, despite having invested two years of her life in this
relationship, she had a creeping conviction that Ruth Ann was right.
I’ve worked in publishing for twenty years and I sincerely love books and authors. I started this journey with my own books planning to write just one, and then well – all I can say is the stories kept coming. My original series The Publicist, follows Kate, Mac, Nick, Vivienne and a host of other awesome characters as they make their lives in New York, amidst the chaos that publishing often brings with it.
I am now exploring a fictional small town called Harper’s Corner. This series is so fun, because there are so many characters in this town, from sexy firemen and hot Army guys, to an awesome group of women that I affectionately call “the coven.” These books will explore each of these characters, and their journey to finding the loves of their lives.
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