Saving Home
There's more than the inn at stake… Logan MacArthur had to have grown up under a rock. Was anyone really that cold-blooded? Sure, Andy–the youngest Roman daughter–understood that attorneys had to be detached and analytical, but Logan took it to a whole new level. How could she make him see that acquiring her family's beloved inn for his client–the State of California!–was so much more than just a real estate transaction?She had only a few days, with Logan marooned by torrential rains at Ladera by the Sea, to figure out if he actually had a heart, and if she could thaw it just enough. For her family's future. And maybe for hers…
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Thereâs more than the inn at stake...
Logan MacArthur had to have grown up under a rock. Was anyone really that cold-blooded? Sure, Andyâthe youngest Roman daughterâunderstood that attorneys had to be detached and analytical, but Logan took it to a whole new level. How could she make him see that acquiring her familyâs beloved inn for his clientâthe State of California!âwas so much more than just a real estate transaction?
She had only a few days, with Logan marooned by torrential rains at Ladera by the Sea, to figure out if he actually had a heart, and if she could thaw it just enough. For her familyâs future. And maybe for hers...
âYou want to buy Ladera by the Sea?â
It seemed to take him a moment to even remember that was the name of her familyâs inn.
âThe state does,â he corrected her.
Her father, Andy knew, would never sell the inn. The inn was like another member of the family to him. It was their heritage and had been for more than a hundred and twenty years.
It would be like asking him to sell one of his daughters.
âThe inn is not for sale,â Andy informed the lawyer crisply.
âIâm afraid it has to be,â Logan contradicted her in a calm voice that was making Andy crazy. âI just donât want to make this unpleasant.â
âToo late,â she told him coldly.
Looks like weâve come to the end of our stay at Ladera by the Sea. I, for one, will miss wandering its sandy beach and sitting on the veranda, listening to the night sounds and the occasional whispers of young lovers.
This book belongs to Richard Romanâs fourth and youngest daughter, Andrea. One semester away from graduating, Andy still doesnât know what career path she is going to take. Interested in everythingâmedicine, business, writingâshe canât make up her mind. The only constant in her life, other than her family, is the inn. But one day a lawyer named Logan MacArthur arrives threatening to take it away. The state of California, in the interest of bringing in more revenue, declares eminent domain over the land the inn is standing on and just like that, the Roman way of life is threatened with extinction.
Well, not if Andy can help it. She and her sistersâthe very pregnant Alex and Cris and the bride-to-be Steviâbegin a letter-writing campaign inundating Loganâs senior law firm partners with stacks of letters of protest written by the friends and former guests of the inn. Logan comes by in person to make her cease and desist, but winds up being stuck at the inn himself, thanks to a flash flood making routes out of Ladera impassable. Logan begins to see firsthand what the inn means to the Romans and what they mean to the inn. He also learns that the impossibly infuriating Andy is not quite so impossible after all.
As always, I would like to thank you for taking the time to read my book, and from the bottom of my heart, I wish you someone to love who loves you back.
All good wishes,
Marie Ferrarella
MARIE FERRARELLA is a USA TODAY bestselling and RITA® Award-winning author who has written more than two hundred books for Mills & Boon, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her website, marieferrarella.com.
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THE PATH FROM the back of Ladera by the Sea, the family-owned, one-hundred-and-twenty-one-year-old bed-and-breakfast inn, to the small, private family cemetery far below was a little harder for Richard Roman to negotiate lately. The fault wasnât due to any subtle change in the inclined terrain, but to the less-than-subtle change in the way heâd been feeling of late.
It was as if someone had siphoned out all his available energy.
Still, he felt the need to make this pilgrimage down the hill so he could share his thoughts and feelings with the two people who had been so very close to him in life. The two people who still meant the world to him, even though both were now gone.
Richard was perfectly aware that he could do his âsharingâ anywhere. All it took was the privacy of his own mind. But for him, it felt far more personal, as if he were still in touch with his Amy and with Dan, if he came here, to standâor sitâbetween their two headstones and talk to them.
Reaching the bottom of the hill, Richard paused for a moment to catch his breath, something that had become trickier than it had been even a little while ago.
There was a seat carved into the base of the pine tree that stood like a sentry guarding the two graves. The seat had been created by his second daughter Crisâs husband, Shane, so that he could stay here longer, if he so chose. Richard eased himself into it now.
