SNOWFLAKE BAY is book two in The Brides of Blueberry Cove series,
which is quickly becoming a favorite series of mine. Blueberry Cove is in
Maine and Christmas is coming along with Hannah and Calder's wedding.
Hannah's sister, Fiona, is going crazy putting all the details together for her
sister so she can have her perfect day. What she hadn't planned on was
running into Ben Campbell, her teenage crush. Ben has been her brother
Logan's best friend forever and Ben has always treated Fiona as a pesky
little kid. His nickname for Fiona is Fire Plug and she has always cringed
whenever he's called her that. She thought she was over all of that now
that she is a grown woman, but one look at Ben and she realizes that
couldn't be further from the truth.
Ben has never thought about Fiona as anything more than Fireplug
Fi until one day, as he is watching her remove her big coat, what he
sees knocks him for a loop. Holy cow! How did he not notice her sexy
curves and beautiful smile before? At first, he tries to ignore his
feelings but all that does is make him think about her more. Will they ever
be more than friends?
There are many laugh out loud moments in SNOWFLAKE BAY, especially
between all the McCrae siblings. Donna Kauffman gives you such a well-written
story of the McCrae's that you can't help but feel as if they are old
friends of yours as you are reading. For me, SNOWFLAKE BAY is a fun story but
also at times, emotional and for one
afternoon, it allowed me to escape to a wonderful small town and get
involved in the McCrae's lives and business. Be prepared to laugh and cry,
sometimes at the same time. I love when an
author can do that to me, and I can't wait until the next book, STARFISH MOON,
comes out in April 2016. Finally, we will get to hear Kerry's story.
There’s no place like seaside Blueberry Cove, Maine,
at
Christmas—and there’s nothing like a wedding, the warmth
of
the holidays, and an old crush, to create the perfect new
start… Interior designer Fiona
McCrae has left fast-paced Manhattan to move back home to
peaceful Blueberry Cove. But she’s barely arrived before
she’s hooked into planning her big sister Hannah’s
Christmas
wedding—in less than seven weeks. The last thing
she
needs is for her first love, Ben Campbell, to return to
neighboring Snowflake Bay…
As kids, Fiona
was
the bratty little sister Ben mercilessly teased—while
pining
after Hannah. But Fi never once thought of Ben like a
brother. And that hasn’t changed. Except Fi is all grown
up.
Will Ben notice her now? More importantly, with her
life in a jumble, should he? Or might the romance of the
occasion, the spirit of the season, and the gifts of time
ignite a long-held flame for many Christmases to come…
Something old might just become something
new… Includes a DIY wedding
project!
Excerpt
“Did you sign the papers? Dot every i, cross every t?” Kerry asked the
moment
Fiona entered the Rusty Puffin, not pausing as she continued to wipe down
the bar.
“I did,” Fiona told her. “As of this morning at about ten, Beanie’s Fat
Quarters
is all mine.” She hiked herself up on a stool and leaned her elbows on the
freshly
gleaming cypress bar. “I even had the chance to go by and talk to Eula.”
And, actually, her visit to Eula’s was every bit as much the reason for
her giddy
mood, thanks to the moment she’d had in Eula’s shop with Ben Campbell.
Specifically the moment she’d taken off her coat and glanced at him in
time to catch
that rather pole-axed look on his face. It was quite possible it hadn’t
meant that he’d
just looked at her as a woman for the very first time, rather than a
short, plump
annoying kid sister, but she was going to choose to believe that’s exactly
what had
happened. And she was going to wrap up that moment in a shiny gold bow,
and pull
it out and open it up every time she needed a little boost. Because that
look on his
handsome face had made it almost worth—almost—every single moment of
adolescent
torment he’d put her through.
“You’re looking rather cat and canary,” Kerry said. “More cat, less
canary.” She
pulled two wine glasses out from under the bar and filled them with
champagne. “So,
what’s going on with you and Ben Campbell?”
Fiona wanted to rush in and deny, deny, deny, but she’d watched their
older
sister Hannah handle Kerry over the years and was proud of herself for
taking a page
from the lawyer’s handbook. “What makes you think there’s anything going
on
between me and Ben?”
Kerry waggled a finger. “Don’t play cross examiner with me. You’re no good
at
it.”
Fiona did the only mature thing possible, she stuck her tongue out.
“Careful where you stick that,” Kerry said, pretending to swipe and snag
it. “All
I know is Hannah was in here earlier and she might have said something
about you
being all pissy with Ben over him calling you Fireplug. You know he
doesn’t mean the
nickname in a bad way.”
“Yes, yes, he’s St. Ben the Benevolent. Christmas tree farmer, rescuer of
parents, all around fabulous human being, Ben Campbell.”
“Here,” Kerry said, handing her a glass. “Drink” She raised her own glass
in
salute, then tossed back the entire glass of champagne in one easy slide.
“I don’t even want to know how you can deep throat an entire glass of
champagne. It’s supposed to be sipped.”
“It’s supposed to be enjoyed,” Kerry said. “Bottoms up, shopkeeper.”
Fiona made her way to the bottom of her glass, too, albeit in several
gulps.
“Okay, so what happened at Eula’s? Did you tell Ben what you thought of
his
pet name for you and chop his Campbell Christmas tree down to size?” She
poured
more champagne. “And have you ever spent any time wondering just how, um,
stout
and tall his pine might be?”
Fiona all but sprayed the sip of bubbly she’d just taken. “What?” She
folded
her arms on the bar, mostly so she stayed steady on the stool. “No, I did
not chop
down his tree. Also? Ew. Shame on you. He’s like your brother.”
“He’s not our brother. Not even our cousin. And if you never looked at Ben
Campbell and wondered…” Her eyes widened with glee. “You’ve wondered about
his
pine. I think you want his pine. In fact, I think you want to—“
“Stop it,” Fiona hissed. She’d just wanted to hold on to her Ben moment
and
savor it in the privacy of her rejected schoolgirl mind. Was that too much
to ask? Her
pleasant fizziness abruptly dissolved. “I don’t want anything from Ben,
least of all
his—“ She broke off, refusing to take that nickname a syllable further.
“It’s true. I
didn’t like hearing that nickname again. I hated it then, and no matter
what the
intent behind it, I’m not a big fan of it now. But then anything designed
to belittle
someone and make them feel badly about themselves is never going to get a
rousing
cheer from me.”
Kerry reached her hand out toward her sister. “Fi, don’t, he’s—“
Fiona pulled her arm out of reach. “He’s family, I know. And we’re all
grown
ups now, so you’re right, it shouldn’t matter. It was all a long, long
time ago. We were
all kids. Blah, blah, blah. But some things don’t have an expiration date.
And how
that nickname made me feel is apparently one of them. Especially coming
from the
one guy who, at the time, I wanted to see me as anything but.” There,
she’d said it.
All but shouted it, actually. “So you’ll have to forgive me if I still
don’t find being called
short, fat, and red all that sweet or amusing.”
“No, Fi—wait!” Kerry made a grab for her arm. “He’s—“
Standing right behind her. Of course he was.
“Fiona,” was all he said, but the look on his face said a million things
more. All
of them awful, because each one of them started with pity and ended with
embarrassment.
She’d gotten her moment. That victorious, full circle moment every kid
who’s
ever been made to feel bad wanted. And she’d been good with that.
Unfortunately, the look she’d remember forever, was the one on his face
right
now. This was to be her moment. Why had she ever assumed it would be any
different? The joke, it seemed, was always going to be on her.
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