âSherryl Woods always delights her readersâ including me!â âNo.1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber
âCompulsively readable ⦠Woodsâs novel easily rises
above hot-button topics to tell a universal tale of friendshipâs redemptive power.â âPublishers Weekly on Mending Fences
âSherryl Woods always delivers a fast, breezy ⦠romance.â
âJayne Ann Krentz
âSherryl Woods gives her characters depth, intensity,
and the right amount of humour.â
âRT Book Reviews
âSherryl Woods is a uniquely gifted writer whose deep
understanding of human nature is woven into every page.â âCarla Neggers
Dear Reader,
Launching a new series is one of my very favourite things. I get to enter a whole new setting, meet fascinating, complex new characters and, hopefully, create situations and conflicts that will resonate with all of you. When I was deciding the details of this latest series, I kept coming back to the Chesapeake Bay, an area near and dear to my heart. Though I donât actually live on the bay, my summer home is on the Potomac River just above where it enters the bay. There are few places on earth more beautiful and serene.
Setting, however, isnât the only thing that matters. Even more important are the characters who will fill these pages, and for this I wanted a huge, complicated, dysfunctional family. Thus, the OâBriens. Youâll meet four generations of them over time, many of them with major issues with each other. There will be stories of betrayal, reconciliation and, of course, love. There will be meddling and matchmaking and tough choices. And along the way, there will be lots of laughs and a few tears.
The Inn at Eagle Point is Abbyâs story, but it is also a story about sisters and how they stand up for each other without question. Itâs a story of a powerful love, first lost, then found again. And of two proud men who struggle to believe in second chances.
So welcome to Chesapeake Shores. I hope youâll come to love the OâBriens and their world.
All best,
Sherryl Woods
The arguing had gone on most of the night. In her room just three doors down the hall from her parentsâ master suite, Abby had been able to hear the sound of raised voices, but not the words. It wasnât the first time theyâd fought recently, yet this time something felt different. The noisy exchange itself and fretting about it kept her awake most of the night.
Until she walked downstairs just after dawn and saw suitcases in the front hallway, Abby hoped sheâd only imagined the difference, that the knot of dread that had formed in her stomach was no more than her overactive imagination making something out of nothing. Now she knew better. Someone was leaving this timeâquite possibly forever, judging from the pile of luggage by the door.
She tried to quiet her panic, reminding herself that her dad, Mick OâBrien, left all the time. An internationally acclaimed architect, he was always going someplace for a new job, a new adventure. Again, though, this felt different. Heâd only been home a couple of days from his last trip. He rarely turned right around and left again.
âAbby!â Her mother sounded startled and just a little edgy. âWhat are you doing up so early?â
Abby wasnât surprised that her mother was caught off guard. Most teenagers, including Abby and her brothers, hated getting up early on the weekends. Most Saturdays it was close to noon when she finally made her way downstairs.
Abby met her motherâs gaze, saw the dismay in her eyes and knew instinctively that Megan had hoped to be gone before anyone got up, before anyone could confront her with uncomfortable questions.
âYouâre leaving, arenât you?â Abby said flatly, trying not to cry. She was seventeen, and if she was right about what was going on, she was the one who was going to have to be strong for her younger brothers and sisters.
Meganâs eyes filled with tears. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Finally, she nodded.
âWhy, Mom?â Abby began, a torrent of questions following. âWhere are you going? What about us? Me, Bree, Jess, Connor and Kevin? Are you walking out on us, too?â
âOh, sweetie, I could never do that,â Megan said, reaching for her. âYouâre my babies. As soon as Iâm settled, Iâll be back for you. I promise.â
Though her declaration was strong, Abby saw through it to the fear underlying her words. Wherever Megan was going, she was scared and filled with uncertainty. How could she not be? She and Mick OâBrien had been married for nearly twenty years. Theyâd had five children together, and a life theyâd built right here in Chesapeake Shores, the town that Mick himself had designed and constructed with his brothers. And now Megan was going off all alone, starting overâHow could she not be terrified?