Speak nowâ¦or forever keep your secrets?
Colton McCrayâs an âI doâ away from the perfect life. Heâs got a prosperous farm and heâs lucky enough to have fallen in love with a good woman like Sophie Johnston. What more could a man who loves the simple life want?
Certainly not a wedding-crasher whoâs only one of Sophieâs secrets!
Marry a woman he doesnât really knowâor take a chance and trust her? No way! Though the harder Colton tries to cut Sophie out of his life, the more he wants herâ¦complications and all. When he finds out sheâs pregnant with their baby, itâs impossible for him to stay away. But first, he must forgive her past in order to rebuild the future they were meant forâ¦.
I object.
Those two little words had changed everything.
Colton thought he knew everything there was to know about Sophie, but, as it turned out, she wasnât an orphan with a past that was too painful to talk about. She had family. In fact, she had a daughter.
A daughter sheâd given away.
Colton knew heâd lived an even-keel sort of life. But right now his life was anything but.
He stood in front of the Valley Ridge community and announced, âIâm so sorry for the inconvenience, but the weddingâs canceled. I talked to the caterer and all the foodâs being moved to the diner. Please feel free to stop by and help yourself. And please, those whoâve brought gifts, be sure to take them on your way out.â
With that, he marched down the aisle and took off toward the farm. He was a simple manâtoo simple perhaps to know how to handle something this decidedly unsimple.
Dear Reader,
I know when you think wine, you think the shores of Lake Erie, right? Well, if you donât, then maybe you should. The hero of this book, Colton, runs a small winery and loves to extol the wonders of our grape-growing regionâ¦and heâs right. And while I loved introducing Lake Erieâs very real wineries in this final book of my trilogy, A Valley Ridge Wedding, this is a love story. Itâs a different love story.
When we left Colton and Sophie at the end of April Showers, their wedding had been called off because a mysterious young girl objected. Toriâs trying to figure out who she is, where she came from and where she belongs. Thatâs a journey we all take in one way or another. My particular journey echoed Toriâs. I grew up not knowing part of my familyâpart of my history. I went looking for answers and found not only closure, but a new part of my family who I love and treasure.
My heroine, Sophie, has her past arrive at her wedding, and it ripples through her present. It threatens her relationship with Colton. But maybe with some time, some tears and some of that Valley Ridge magic, they can come out stronger because of it.
I hope you enjoy this last addition to A Valley Ridge Wedding miniseries! Iâve enjoyed my time in Valley Ridge so much that Iâm heading back this holiday season with A Valley Ridge Christmas. I hope youâll come visit with me!
Happy reading!
Holly Jacobs
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
In 2000, Holly Jacobs sold her first book to Harlequin Books. Sheâs since sold more than twenty-five novels to the publisher. Her romances have won numerous awards and made the Waldenbooks bestseller list. In 2005, Holly won a prestigious Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews. In her nonwriting life, Holly is married to a police captain, and together they have four children. Visit Holly at www.hollyjacobs.com, or you can snail-mail her at P.O. Box 11102, Erie, PA 16514-1102.
To George and Marilyn. I might not have found you until later in my life, but donât ever doubt that you are loved.
And to Ben, our own âCletus.â You arrived as I started writing this trilogy, and youâve already enriched my life more than I ever imagined possible. Always remember, you are lovedâ¦and as far as Iâm concerned, you are perfect!
A special thank-you to Julie Pfadt of the Lake Erie Wine Country and to all our local wineries. And to Jeff Ore and everyone at Penn Shore Winery for showing me the ropesâ¦or vines, as the case may be!
PROLOGUE
VICTORIA ALLEN PARKED her fatherâs black SUV next to the library. She purposefully backed it into the parking space so the plates werenât visible. She felt a guilty sense of dread knowing what was going to happen when her parents got hold of her, but she pushed the feeling aside. She checked the GPS on her phone and headed across the bridge and into town.
Her parents would eventually have to admit that sheâd taken their car for a good reason, and it wasnât as if she didnât know how to drive. Besides, sheâd followed the speed limits much better than most of the drivers on I-90.
Thinking about her parents made her feel a sense of homesickness, though sheâd only been gone a couple of hours. She couldnât help but admit how much her mother would love this small town. As Tori walked down the quiet street, she thought that Valley Ridge, New York, looked like Mayberry. When Tori was younger, her mom had watched episodes of Andy Griffith every day at five oâclock. It struck her as ironic that her college president mother, Gloria Allen, who wore power suits and used her BlackBerry as if it was another appendage, loved such a sentimental show.