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#1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts presents the second novel of her In the Garden trilogy, as three women must discover the secrets from the past contained within their historic home.…
A Harper has always lived at Harper House, the centuries-old mansion just outside of Memphis. And for as long as anyone alive remembers, the ghostly Harper Bride has walked the halls, singing lullabies at night.…
At forty-seven, Rosalind Harper is a woman whose experiences have made her strong enough to bend without breaking—and to weather any storm. A widow with three grown sons, she survived a disastrous second marriage and built her In the Garden nursery from the ground up. Through the years, In the Garden has become more than just a thriving business—it is a symbol of hope and independence to Roz, and to the two women she shares it with. Newlywed Stella and new mother Hayley are the sisters of her heart, and together, the three of them are the future of In the Garden.
Hired to investigate Roz’s Harper ancestors, Dr. Mitchell Carnegie finds himself just as intrigued by Roz herself. And as they begin to resurrect old secrets, Roz is shocked to find herself falling for the fascinating genealogist—even when he learns more about her than anyone has before.…
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781480569850 |
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| Publisher: | Brilliance Audio |
| Publication date: | 02/04/2014 |
| Series: | In the Garden Trilogy Series , #2 |
| Edition description: | Unabridged |
| Product dimensions: | 5.60(w) x 5.00(h) x 0.80(d) |
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 futuristic suspense series written under the pen name J. D. Robb. There are more than 400 million copies of her books in print.
Susie Breck's work has garnered awards both as narrator and director. She won an Audie Award, the audiobook industry's top honor, for her narration of Sharyn McCrumb's Ghost Riders.
Susie Breck's work has garnered awards both as narrator and director. She won an Audie Award, the audiobook industry's top honor, for her narration of Sharyn McCrumb's Ghost Riders.
Hometown:
Keedysville, MarylandDate of Birth:
1950Place of Birth:
Silver Spring, MarylandWebsite:
http://www.noraroberts.com/Read an Excerpt
She considered him an interesting man and gave him top marks for not hightailing it after the experience they'd all shared the previous spring.
He had, in her opinion, the credentials she needed, along with the spine and the open mind. Best of all he'd yet to bore her in their discussions of family lineage and the steps necessary to identifying a dead woman. Just now it looked as if he hadn't shaved in the past few days, so there was a dark stubble toughening his face. His bottle-green eyes appeared both tired and harassed. His hair badly needed a trim. He was dressed much like the first time she'd met him, in old jeans and a faded sweatshirt. Unlike hers, his basket was empty. "Help me," he said in the tone of a man dangling from a cliff by a sweaty grip on a shaky limb. "I'm sorry?" "Six-year old girl. Christmas. Desperation." "Oh." Deciding she liked that warm bourbon voice, even with panic sharpening it, Roz pursed her lips. "What's the connection?" "Niece. Sister's surprise late baby. She had the decency to have two boys before. I can handle boys." "Well, is she a girly girl?" He made a sound, as if the limb had started to crack. "All right, all right." Roz waved a hand and, abandoning her own cart, turned down the aisle. "You could've saved yourself some stress by just asking her mother." "My sister's pissed at me because I forgot her birthday last month." "I see." "Look, I forgot everything last month, including my own name a couple of times. I told you I was finishing some revisions on the book. I was on deadline. For God's sake, she's forty-three. One. Or possibly two." Obviously at wit's end, he scrubbed his hands over his face. "Doesn't your breed stop having birthdays at forty?" "We may stop counting, Dr. Carnagie, but that doesn't mean we don't expect an appropriate gift on the occasion." "Loud and clear," he responded, watching her peruse the shelves. "And since you're back to calling me Dr. Carnagie, I'd hazard a guess you're on her side. I sent flowers," he added in an aggrieved tone that had her lips twitching. "Okay, late, but I sent them. Two dozen roses, but does she cut me a break?" He jammed his hands into his back pockets and scowled at Malibu Barbie. "I couldn't get back to Charlotte for Thanksgiving. Does that make me a demon from hell?" "It sounds like your sister loves you very much." "She'll be planning my immediate demise if I don't get this gift today, and have it FedExed tomorrow." She picked up a doll, set it down again. "Then I assume your niece's birthday is tomorrow, and you waited until the eleventh hour to rush out and find something for her." He said nothing for a moment, then laid a hand on her shoulder so that she looked over, and up at him. "Rosalind, so you want me to die?" "I'm afraid I wouldn't feel responsible. But we'll find something, then you can get it wrapped up and shoot it off." "Wrapped. God almighty, it has to be wrapped?" "Of course it has to be wrapped. And you have to buy a nice card, something pretty and age-appropriate. Hmm. I like this." She tapped a huge box. "What is it?" "It's a house building toy. See, it has all these modular pieces so you can design and redesign your own doll house, with furnishings. It comes with dolls, and a little dog. Fun, and educational. You hit on two levels." "Great. Good. Wonderful. I owe you my life." "Aren't you a little out of your milieu?" she asked when he took the box off the shelf. "You live right in the city. Plenty of shops right there." "That's the problem. Too many of them. And the malls? They're like a labyrinth of retail hell. I have mall fear. So I thought, hey, Wal-Mart. At least everything's all under one roof. I can get the kid taken care of and get . . . what the hell was it? Laundry soap. Yeah, I need laundry soap and something else, that I wrote down . . ." He dug in his pocket, pulled out a PDA. "Here." "Well, I'll let you get to it then. Don't forget the wrapping paper ribbon, a big bow, and a pretty card." "Hold on, hold on." With the stylus he added the other items. "Bow. You can just buy them ready-made and slap it on right?" "That will do, yes. Good luck." "No. Wait, wait." He shoved the PDA back in his pocket, shifted the box. His green eyes seemed calmer now and focused on her. "I was going to get in touch with you anyway. Are you finished in here?" "Not quite." "Good. Let me grab what I need, then I'll meet you at the checkout. I'll help you haul your load out to your car, then take you to lunch." "It's nearly four. A little late for lunch." "Oh. He looked absently at his watch to confirm the time. "I think time must warp in places like this so you could actually spend the rest of your natural life wandering aimlessly without realizing it. Anyway. A drink then. I'd really like to have a conversation about the project." "All right. There's a little place called Rosa's right across the way. I'll meet you there in a half hour."From the B&N Reads Blog
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