Bed of Roses
(Sprache: Englisch)
Love blooms in this beautiful french flap edition of the second novel in #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts celebrated Bride Quartet.
Wedding florist Emma Grant gets to play with flowers every day and work with her three best...
Wedding florist Emma Grant gets to play with flowers every day and work with her three best...
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Love blooms in this beautiful french flap edition of the second novel in #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts celebrated Bride Quartet.Wedding florist Emma Grant gets to play with flowers every day and work with her three best friends in the process. She couldn t ask for a better job. And her love life seems to be thriving. Though men swarm around her, she still hasn t found Mr. Right. And the last place she s looking is right under her nose.
But that s just where Jack Cooke is. He s so close to the women of Vows that he s practically family. Now though, the architect has begun to admit to himself that his feelings for Emma have developed into much more than friendship. And when Emma returns his passion kiss for blistering kiss, they must trust in their history and in their hearts
Don't miss the other books in the Bride Quartet
Vision in White
Savor the Moment
Happy Ever After
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CHAPTER ONESince details crowded her mind, many of them blurry, Emma checked her appointment book over her first cup of coffee. The back- to- back consults gave her nearly as much of aboost as the strong, sweet coffee. Basking in it, she leaned backin the chair in her cozy office to read over the side notes she dadded to each client.
In her experience, the personality of the couple or often,more accurately, the bride helped her determine the tone ofthe consult, the direction they d pursue. To Emma s way ofthinking, flowers were the heart of a wedding. Whether theywere elegant or fun, elaborate or simple, the flowers were theromance.
It was her job to give the client all the heart and romancethey desired.
She sighed, stretched, then smiled at the vase of petite roseson her desk. Spring, she thought, was the best. The weddingseason kicked into high gear which meant busy days and longnights designing, arranging, creating not only for this spring sweddings, but also next.
She loved the continuity as much as the work itself.
That s what Vows had given her and her three best friends.Continuity, rewarding work, and that sense of personal accomplishment.And she got to play with flowers, live with flowers,practically swim in flowers every day.
Thoughtfully, she examined her hands, and the little nicksand tiny cuts. Some days she thought of them as battle scars andothers as medals of honor. This morning she just wished she dremembered to fit in a manicure.
She glanced at the time, calculated. Boosted again, she sprangup. Detouring into her bedroom, she grabbed a scarlet hoodie tozip over her pjs. There was time to walk to the main house beforeshe dressed and prepared for the day. At the main houseMrs. Grady would have breakfast, so Emma wouldn t have toforage or cook for herself.
Her life, she thought as she jogged downstairs, brimmed withlovely perks.
She passed through the living room
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she used as a receptionand consult area, and took a quick scan around as she headed forthe door. She d freshen up the flowers on display before the firstmeeting, but oh, hadn t those stargazer lilies opened beautifully?
She stepped out of what had been a guest house on the BrownEstate and was now her home, and the base for Centerpiece herpart of Vows.
She took a deep breath of spring air. And shivered.
Damn it, why couldn t it be warmer? It was April, for God ssake. It was daffodil time. Look how cheerful the pansies she dpotted up looked. She refused to let a chilly morning andokay, it was starting to drizzle on top of it spoil her mood.
She hunched inside the hoodie, stuck the hand not holdingher coffee mug in her pocket, and began to walk to the mainhouse.
Things were coming back to life all around her, she remindedherself. If you looked closely enough you could see thepromise of green on the trees, the hint of what would be delicateblooms of dogwood and cherry blossoms. Those daffodilswanted to pop, and the crocuses already had. Maybe there d beanother spring snow, but the worst was over.
Soon it would be time to dig in the dirt, to bring some of herbeauties out of the green house and put them on display. She addedthe bouquets, the swags and garlands, but nothing beat MotherNature for providing the most poignant landscape for a wedding.
And nothing, in her opinion, beat the Brown Estate for showingit off.
The gardens, showpieces even now, would soon explode withcolor, bloom, scent, inviting people to stroll along the curvingpaths, or sit on a bench, relax in sun or shade. Parker put her incharge as much as Parker could put anyone else in charge ofoverseeing them, so every year she got to play, planting somethingnew, or supervising the landscape team.
The terraces and patios created lovely outdoor living spaces
She stepped out of what had been a guest house on the BrownEstate and was now her home, and the base for Centerpiece herpart of Vows.
She took a deep breath of spring air. And shivered.
Damn it, why couldn t it be warmer? It was April, for God ssake. It was daffodil time. Look how cheerful the pansies she dpotted up looked. She refused to let a chilly morning andokay, it was starting to drizzle on top of it spoil her mood.
She hunched inside the hoodie, stuck the hand not holdingher coffee mug in her pocket, and began to walk to the mainhouse.
Things were coming back to life all around her, she remindedherself. If you looked closely enough you could see thepromise of green on the trees, the hint of what would be delicateblooms of dogwood and cherry blossoms. Those daffodilswanted to pop, and the crocuses already had. Maybe there d beanother spring snow, but the worst was over.
Soon it would be time to dig in the dirt, to bring some of herbeauties out of the green house and put them on display. She addedthe bouquets, the swags and garlands, but nothing beat MotherNature for providing the most poignant landscape for a wedding.
And nothing, in her opinion, beat the Brown Estate for showingit off.
The gardens, showpieces even now, would soon explode withcolor, bloom, scent, inviting people to stroll along the curvingpaths, or sit on a bench, relax in sun or shade. Parker put her incharge as much as Parker could put anyone else in charge ofoverseeing them, so every year she got to play, planting somethingnew, or supervising the landscape team.
The terraces and patios created lovely outdoor living spaces
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Autoren-Porträt von Nora Roberts
Nora Roberts is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels. She is also the author of the bestselling In Death series written under the pen name J. D. Robb. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Nora Roberts
- 2009, 368 Seiten, Maße: 14,2 x 21 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Berkley Trade
- ISBN-10: 0425230074
- ISBN-13: 9780425230077
- Erscheinungsdatum: 15.07.2011
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Ardent, sexy, and romantic, this satisfying story overflows with friendship and laughter delightful." Library JournalWriting with her usual subtle wit and flair for crafting realistically complex characters, Roberts delivers the second superbly entertaining installment in her Bride Quartet series. Booklist (starred review)
Great characters, fabulous wedding-prep stories, hot sex, and lots of romance! Errant Dreams Reviews
"A contemporary fairy tale. The Romance Reader
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