"Another romantic, humorous trip to Anchor Island..."
Reviewed by Rachel Williams
Posted May 1, 2014
Women's Fiction Contemporary | Romance Contemporary
HOME TO STAY is another cute, romantic trip to Anchor
Island, and all the fun occupants of the area. Now that
Willow Parson's two closest friends on the island are
getting married, she's feeling a little lonesome. Since her
appearance on the island over a year ago, Willow has always
thrown herself into her work; but she's having feelings that
it's not enough anymore. It doesn't help that the brother
of one of her friends is giving her a lot of attention, and
Willow is not sure she's ready for romance. Willow has a
secret past that she is running from. The reader discovers
this early on, but the rest of Anchor Island doesn't know.
They just figure that Willow is very private, and doesn't
want to talk about her past.
Randy Navarro, the owner of the island's gym and water
sports business is interested in Willow, very interested.
He's having a hard time getting her to look twice at him,
however. Now that friends Joe and Beth are getting married
on his beach property, he is in closer contact with Willow,
who is one of Beth's bridesmaids. When Beth gets some news
that makes her have to slow down on wedding preparations and
take it easy, she turns all the wedding planning over to
Willow. This throws Willow into direct contact with Randy,
and the sparks soon start to fly. Unfortunately, when a
travel magazine comes to help bump up tourism by doing an
article on the island and the activities available for
tourists, it's not long before Willow's secrets catch up
with her. Willow is forced to confront her past, deal with
it, and hopefully move past it.
HOME TO STAY is the third book in Terri Osburn's warm and
humorous Anchor Island series. The story is fun and
moves
quickly for the most part, except for a bit of a slow
beginning; where the story gets a little bogged down with
catching up with all the people on the island. This is
great for regular readers of the series, who want to hear
about their favorite characters; but new readers may be
anxious for Willow and Randy's story to get underway a bit
faster. Once that happens, the story flies by in a hugely
enjoyable read. HOME TO STAY is a lovely romantic story
taking
place in a very good series, and is well worth the read.
SUMMARY
Willow Parsons’s two new best friends are getting married,
putting her squarely on the sidelines of romance—which suits
her just fine. After the nightmarish situation she escaped
from, featuring the ultimate Mr. Wrong, she is more than
happy to spend her days slinging drinks in Dempsey’s Bar &
Grill, and her nights alone. But her Anchor Island refuge
has just one catch: muscle-bound charmer Randy Navarro. Everyone in town knows that Randy, owner of the local
fitness club, is a giant teddy bear. Everyone, it seems,
except for Willow. He’s convinced that her avoidance is more
than just playing hard to get, and is determined to uncover
the secrets that shadow her lovely eyes. But when old fears
are dragged into the light, can Randy get Willow to stay and
fight for their love…or will she take flight, leaving him
and Anchor Island behind?
ExcerptExcerpt for HOME TO STAY by Terri Osburn:In the year plus that Will Parsons had been on Anchor
Island, she’d avoided the giant of a man as much as
possible. Which had gotten tougher to do in recent months
since she’d become good friends with Randy’s sister, Sid.
Upon arriving on the island, her initial reaction to the man
large enough to deserve his own zip code had been fear. Fear of history repeating itself. But over the last six months or so, she’d been around Randy
often enough to realize his sister’s description of him as a
gentle giant might be accurate. At times, she even liked the
friendly man with a quick smile and whiskey-brown eyes.
Which was all the more reason to maintain the charade that
he still frightened her. Will’s current predicament made romantic entanglements a
luxury she couldn’t afford. Getting romantic meant getting
intimate, which led to sharing one’s secrets. Will’s secret was too dangerous to share. “Can we talk?” Randy said when he reached the bar. Until that moment, he’d never attempted direct conversation,
and they’d never been alone without Sid or other mutual
friends between them. Will wasn’t sure how she felt about
this new behavior but believed it best not to encourage it. “Can’t. I’m busy.” Will dropped clean glasses into hot water
and glanced up to see Randy giving the restaurant a once-
over. “Right,” he drawled, his deep voice laced with a hint of his
Latin heritage. “It’s important to have lots of clean
glasses for seven customers.” The sarcasm was new. “There are nine, actually. Two are in the poolroom.” Will
gave her best smart-ass smile as more clean glasses hit the
suds. “Will,” Randy said, impatience in his voice. “I know you
don’t like me, but—” “Who said I don’t like you?” Not that she did like him. At
least not like him like him. Great. Now she was thinking like a fourteen-year-old. He settled his weight onto a bar stool, which creaked in
protest. “No one had to tell me. I’m observant like that.” She slung the rag over her left shoulder, shooting for
unaffected. “What do we need to talk about?” “Something that was announced at the Merchants Society
meeting tonight.” Randy leaned back, draping an arm over the
back of the stool beside him. What did a guy have to lift to
get biceps like that, Will wondered. A tugboat maybe? “You
have any green tea back there?” he asked. Will retrieved a bottle from the small fridge under the bar,
removed the cap, and tossed it into the can six feet away.
“You don’t seem like the green tea type.” “You’d have to talk to someone to know what type they are.” Score one for the big guy. “So what happened at the
meeting?” After taking a drink, he said, “Thanks to Sam Edwards, Prime
Destinations magazine is doing a feature article on Anchor
Island.” “That’s a national publication,” Will said, her spine
straightening. “They’re coming here?” “Yes, ma’am. A reporter named Rebecca King arrives early
next week with a photographer.” “A photographer?” Will’s voice climbed an octave higher. She
cleared her throat. “So they’re going to take pictures?” Randy narrowed his eyes. “Wouldn’t be much of a spread if
they didn’t include pictures.” So they’d want sand and water and boats. Not people. “Sounds
like a good thing for the island. Here’s hoping it brings
the tourists.” Switching glasses from the soapy water into
the rinse sink, she asked, “But why do I need to know this?” “Because they want to feature Dempsey’s. With Tom and Patty
still in Florida, that leaves you for the interview.” Will stared with what she could only guess was a look of
horror. There was no question that she couldn’t do this. Her
life literally depended upon not having her picture in a
national magazine. “That’s not going to work,” she said, returning to the
glasses. Randy hesitated with the bottle of tea halfway to his lips.
“Excuse me?” “It’s not a good idea, that’s all.” It was the worst idea.
“They’re welcome to feature Dempsey’s, but I won’t be giving
an interview.”
“I already talked to Joe about it. He says it’s a go.” The other Dempsey offspring, Joe, ran a charter fishing boat
business and helped at the restaurant from time to time. “Then he can do the interview. Problem solved.” Randy crossed his arms, an incredible feat considering the
size of his chest. “I realize this island doesn’t mean as
much to you as it does to the rest of us.” That statement halted the glass washing. “Who said I don’t
care about this island?” Ignoring her question, Randy continued. “We have businesses
here. Our families are here.” That one hit like a blow. No,
Will didn’t have family on Anchor. Or anywhere else. “If we
don’t get tourism back up, there are people on this island
who will lose everything. That might not mean much to you—
you can serve drinks anywhere you want—but it means
something to us. It means something to your bosses, and the
least you can do is answer some questions for a reporter.” Anger flared in Will’s blood. This man didn’t know her.
Didn’t know what he was asking. She cared about this island
and the people on it. More than she could afford to, in
fact. “Are you done?” she asked, employing extreme patience to
keep her voice steady. By the look of him, puffed up like some bullfrog calling his
mate, he was just getting started. “I may not own a business on this island,” Will said,
leaning forward. “And no, I don’t have family here. But I do
have friends, and I do care about this island. Not that I
have to explain any of that to you.” She pulled the rag from
her shoulder and dried her hands. “Feel free to take
your tea and go.” Randy remained silent. It wasn’t in Will’s nature to be
outright rude to people, but she was not going to be chewed
up one side and down the other by this pissy giant who
didn’t know a damn thing about her. And to think, she’d begun to like him. He broke his silence with a statement she should have seen
coming. “Whatever big guy screwed you over in the past must
have been a real a**hole.” The statement was more accurate than he’d ever know. “My past is none of your business,” she said through gritted
teeth. “And it’s the asshole in my present that’s giving me
a headache tonight.”
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