In this first Cherry Sisters title, Lilian Darcy shows just how tricky mixing family and romance can be!
Daisy Cherry hasnât seen rugged landscaper Tucker Reid for ten years. Not since the wedding between him and her sister had been called off, just before the big day!
Now sheâs hired a landscaper to fix the grounds of her parentsâ Adirondack resort, Spruce Bay. Yes, itâs Tuckerâheâs the best man for the job. Surely thatâs okay after all this time?
Erâ¦no. Her parents go mad. Her big sister disapproves. And her younger sister, Tuckerâs ex, doesnât knowâyet. And none of them know that the instant, wild, intense attraction between Daisy and Tucker has bubbled into a secret affair. That would be explosive. Dynamite. But when itâs this good with Tucker, isnât it worth the family falloutâ¦?
âWhat time will your curfew be?â
She heard his frustration. âItâs not like that.â
âThen tell me what it is. Here I am, sneaking you home in the middle of the night. Are you going to climb through your bedroom window? Take off your shoes so you can creep inside? Is your dad going to be standing there with a shotgun pointed at me?â
âTucker, itâs not like that.â
âIsnât it? Isnât it because of what happened ten years ago?â
Okay, maybe that was part of it. Tucker had already broken up with one Cherry sister. Would it end up being two? She didnât want to put her family through another mess. She didnât want them thinking it was Tuckerâs fault.
âI want to ease them into itâ¦and I need time.â
âThen weâll ease into thisâ¦â He sighed deeply and she felt his hunger. âBut for now, get out of this truck before I make a grab for you and never let you go.â
Dear Reader,
As Iâm sure you know, it takes monthsâsometimes more than a yearâto bring a book from the idea stage to the finished product on the shelves, so you wonât be surprised to learn that Iâm writing this letter in March, while youâre probably reading it six months later. This week, I learned that the third book in my McKinley Medics trilogy from Harlequin Special Edition had reached the finals in the Romance Writers of Americaâs prestigious RITA® Award. Itâs my fifth time as a finalist, and itâs just as much of a thrill as the first. Iâm especially pleased because A Marriage Worth Fighting For was my favorite of the McKinley Medics books, and thatâs the one the RITA® Award judges liked best, too. It doesnât always happen that way!
A few years ago, if you didnât happen to buy. A Marriage Worth Fighting For when it first came out, you would have missed your chance. Now, thanks to ebooks, itâs easy to catch up on earlier titles by your favorite authors, as well as their latest releases. Since we all have different favorites, in authors and series and individual books, the diversity of choice is a winner for all of us.
Meanwhile, over there in September, youâre about to read this first book in my new Cherry Sisters trilogy, while back here in March Iâm still writing the second book, with the third book just a cloud of ideas and scenes floating in my head. Itâs too soon to say which of these three will be my favorite, but one thing I do know, whichever one it is, not all readers will agree!
All the best, and happy reading,
Lilian Darcy
LILIAN DARCY has written nearly eighty books for Mills & Boon. Happily married with four active children and a very patient cat, she enjoys keeping busy and could probably fill several more lifetimes with the things she likes to doâincluding cooking, gardening, quilting, drawing and traveling. She currently lives in Australia but travels to the United States as often as possible to visit family. Lilian loves to hear from readers. You can write to her at PO Box 532, Jamison PO, Macquarie ACT 2614, Australia, or email her at [email protected].
Chapter One
Mary Jane was laughing. You could hear it thirty yards away, through a closed door and a screen of bushes, and it was a glorious sound on a mild mid-October Monday beside a mountain lake.
Daisy Cherry came up the steps and out of the delicious fresh air into the resort office and found her sister with shaking shoulders and tears running down her cheeks, a heap of old photo albums in a litter around her, along with piles of shipping boxes, too. âHey, whatâs so funny?â
Mary Jane rocked back on her heels, flattened a hand over her heart and gasped for breath. âDadâs mustache, Momâs wedding hat. Their clothes. Her swimsuit. Iâm sorry, itâs not that funny. I donât know why Iâmââ
âNo, itâs great,â Daisy cut in with conviction.
As the eldest of the three Cherry sisters at age thirty-four, Mary Jane was too serious and too responsible too much of the time. Right now, her medium brown hair stuck out in a messy halo all over her head, she had dust marks on her cream-colored top and she looked like someone whoâd been working harder than she should, for longer than she could remember.