Title: Love and Landscape
Series: Rockland Falls #3
Series: Rockland Falls #3
Author: Lacey Black
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 8, 2019
Blurb
Jensen Grayson has truly loved one woman. Even
after a short-lived marriage, the ghost of the girl he once knew has plagued
his adulthood. Now, a single father, Jensen’s world revolves around his son,
Max, and his landscape business. Until one day, he’s contracted for a job at
the house he’s always avoided.
after a short-lived marriage, the ghost of the girl he once knew has plagued
his adulthood. Now, a single father, Jensen’s world revolves around his son,
Max, and his landscape business. Until one day, he’s contracted for a job at
the house he’s always avoided.
Rockland Falls was the only place that felt
like home. Pulled from the life she knew at eighteen, Kathryn Elliott was
forced to leave it all behind, including the boy she loved. Now, she’s
returning home to pick up the pieces of her chaotic life and find her happiness
once more.
like home. Pulled from the life she knew at eighteen, Kathryn Elliott was
forced to leave it all behind, including the boy she loved. Now, she’s
returning home to pick up the pieces of her chaotic life and find her happiness
once more.
Will Jensen and Kathryn be able to look past
the years’ worth of hurt to forge a future? When exposed secrets wreak havoc on
their new life, can they move past the lies if they revolve around their own
families?
the years’ worth of hurt to forge a future? When exposed secrets wreak havoc on
their new life, can they move past the lies if they revolve around their own
families?
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Excerpt
With my drawings in hand, I head toward the backyard, the sound of the
ocean becoming more pronounced as I go. Everyone’s already gone for the day,
but they left their messes behind. There’s material all over the back deck for
the kitchen remodel and two new windows leaning against the siding. There’s a
large dumpster in the driveway for all of the old building material, but
there’s still a small pile of scrap by the back door.
ocean becoming more pronounced as I go. Everyone’s already gone for the day,
but they left their messes behind. There’s material all over the back deck for
the kitchen remodel and two new windows leaning against the siding. There’s a
large dumpster in the driveway for all of the old building material, but
there’s still a small pile of scrap by the back door.
I glance around quickly, confirming my guys cleaned up after themselves
before heading to the very back of the property. Pink paint marks the route
Rhenn will use to dig a trench and run the wiring for the new lights. When I
get to the back, I can already see what they’re envisioning. There’s a small
clearing with a breathtaking view of the ocean. I can practically picture the
small benches or swing back here, with a few lights to illuminate the path.
Solid idea in adding it, I agree, pleased to enhance this area of the yard. I
make a few notes on my drawings and roll them back up.
before heading to the very back of the property. Pink paint marks the route
Rhenn will use to dig a trench and run the wiring for the new lights. When I
get to the back, I can already see what they’re envisioning. There’s a small
clearing with a breathtaking view of the ocean. I can practically picture the
small benches or swing back here, with a few lights to illuminate the path.
Solid idea in adding it, I agree, pleased to enhance this area of the yard. I
make a few notes on my drawings and roll them back up.
As I get ready to turn and head back to my truck, a familiar scent blows
in with the breeze. It’s gardenia and honeysuckle, and the sweet aroma reminds
me of a happier time. The memories come flooding back and I hate the longing
that starts deep in my chest. Closing my eyes, I let the salty breeze wash over
me, fighting against the reminiscences. God, I hate I can still smell her, feel
her as if she were standing right beside me.
in with the breeze. It’s gardenia and honeysuckle, and the sweet aroma reminds
me of a happier time. The memories come flooding back and I hate the longing
that starts deep in my chest. Closing my eyes, I let the salty breeze wash over
me, fighting against the reminiscences. God, I hate I can still smell her, feel
her as if she were standing right beside me.
Opening my eyes, I gaze out at the sea, wishing things could have been
different. No, I’m not wishing away my son. He’s the best part of my life and I
wouldn’t go back and do everything over again if it meant losing him, but
wishing for…closure. Needing it, actually. I never got it. Never heard why she
left in the middle of the night. Never was told what I did wrong. Never had the
chance to make it right.
different. No, I’m not wishing away my son. He’s the best part of my life and I
wouldn’t go back and do everything over again if it meant losing him, but
wishing for…closure. Needing it, actually. I never got it. Never heard why she
left in the middle of the night. Never was told what I did wrong. Never had the
chance to make it right.
Maybe being back here, I’ll finally have it.
Knowing I have a ton of work to do and only a little daylight left, I
slowly turn my back to the ocean, desperately looking to put some distance
between me and the honeysuckle. When I turn around, I see a woman. Her long
blonde hair is piled high on her head and her gorgeous hazel eyes are wide in
shock. Soft pink lips are gaped open as she stands not ten feet away from me, a
look of surprise and horror written all over her beautiful face. She’s as
stunning as I remember in my dreams. She stands there, the house she grew up in
as the backdrop, as tears fill her eyes. It’s hard to breathe and even harder
to keep myself from rushing to her, taking her in my arms.
slowly turn my back to the ocean, desperately looking to put some distance
between me and the honeysuckle. When I turn around, I see a woman. Her long
blonde hair is piled high on her head and her gorgeous hazel eyes are wide in
shock. Soft pink lips are gaped open as she stands not ten feet away from me, a
look of surprise and horror written all over her beautiful face. She’s as
stunning as I remember in my dreams. She stands there, the house she grew up in
as the backdrop, as tears fill her eyes. It’s hard to breathe and even harder
to keep myself from rushing to her, taking her in my arms.
But I don’t.
I can’t.
As much as I want to, I don’t move a muscle.
The entire world has shifted.
Everything has changed.
My Kate has come home.
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Lacey Black
is a Midwestern girl with a passion for reading and writing. She carries her
e-reader with her everywhere she goes so she never misses an opportunity to read
a few pages. Always looking for a happily ever after, Lacey is passionate about
contemporary romance novels and enjoys it further when you mix in a little
suspense. She resides in a small town in Illinois with her husband, two
children, and a chocolate lab. Lacey loves shooting guns and should only
consume one mixed drink because she’s a lightweight.
is a Midwestern girl with a passion for reading and writing. She carries her
e-reader with her everywhere she goes so she never misses an opportunity to read
a few pages. Always looking for a happily ever after, Lacey is passionate about
contemporary romance novels and enjoys it further when you mix in a little
suspense. She resides in a small town in Illinois with her husband, two
children, and a chocolate lab. Lacey loves shooting guns and should only
consume one mixed drink because she’s a lightweight.
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