One Summer Night
(At the Shore Series, Book 1)
by Caridad Pineiro
Blurb
An offer that’s impossible to accept…
Maggie Sinclair has tried everything to save her family’s business, including mortgaging their beloved beach house on the Jersey shore. But now, she’s out of options.
The Sinclair and Pierce families have been neighbors and enemies for almost thirty years. That hasn’t stopped Owen Pierce from crushing on Maggie, and he’s determined to invest in her success. Now he has to convince her that he’s more than just trouble with a capital T…
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Excerpt
Sea Kiss, New Jersey
Tracy Parker was in love with being in love.
That worried her best friend and maid of honor, Maggie
Sinclair, more than she cared to admit.
In the middle of the temporary dance floor, Tracy waltzed
with her new husband in a satin-and-lace designer gown, gleaming with seed
pearls and twinkling sequins. But the sparkle dimmed in comparison to the
dreamy glow in Tracy’s eyes.
The sounds of wedding music competed with the gentle rustle
of seagrass in the dunes and the crash of the waves down on the beach. The
fragrance from centerpiece flowers and bouquets battled with the kiss of fresh
sea air.
Connie and Emma, Tracy’s two other best friends and members
of the bridal party, were standing beside Maggie on the edge of the dance floor
that had been set up on the great lawn of Maggie’s family’s beachfront mansion
on the Jersey Shore. Huddled together, Maggie and her friends watched the happy
couple do a final whirl.
“She’s got it so bad,” Maggie said, eyeing Connie and Emma
with concern past the rim of her rapidly dis- appearing glass of champagne.
“Do you think that this time he really is The One?” Connie asked.
“Doubt it,” Emma replied without hesitation.
As the DJ requested that other couples join the happy
newlyweds, Maggie and her friends returned to the bridal party dais set out on
the patio. Grabbing another glass of champagne, Maggie craned her neck around
the gigantic centerpiece piled with an almost obscene mound of white roses,
ice-blue hydrangea, lisianthus, sheer tulle, and twinkling fairy lights and
examined the assorted guests mingling around the great lawn and down by the
boardwalk leading to the beach.
She recognized Tracy’s family from their various meetings
over the years, as well as some of Tracy’s sorority sisters, like Toni Van
Houten, who in the six years since graduation had managed to pop out a trio of
boys who now circled her like sharks around a swim- mer. Although the wedding
invite had indicated No Children, Toni had done as she pleased. Since Tracy had
not wanted a scene at her dream beachfront wed- ding, Emma, who was doing
double duty as the wedding planner for the event, had scrambled to find space
for the children at the dinner tables.
“Is that Toni ‘I’ll never ruin my body with babies’ Toni?”
Connie asked, a perplexed look on her features. At Maggie’s nod, Connie’s eyes
widened in surprise, and she said, “She looks…happy.”
A cynical laugh erupted from Emma. “She looks crazed.”
Maggie couldn’t argue with either of their assessments. But
as put-upon as their old acquaintance seemed, the indulgent smile she gave her
youngest child was positively radiant.
Maggie skipped her gaze across the gathering to take note of
all the other married folk. It was easy enough to pick them out from her
vantage point on the dais, where she and her friends sat on display like days’
old cakes in the bakery. They were the last three unmarried women in an
extended circle of business and college acquaintances.
“How many times do you suppose we’ve been bridesmaids now?”
Maggie wondered aloud. She finished off her glass and motioned for the waiter
to bring another.
“Jointly or severally?” asked Connie, ever the lawyer. “Way
too many,” replied Emma, who, for a wedding planner, was the most ardent
disbeliever in the possibility of happily ever afters.
Maggie hadn’t given marriage a first thought, much less a
second, in a very long time. She’d had too many things going on in her life.
Not that there hadn’t been a few memorable moments, most of which revolved
around the absolutely worst man for her: Owen Pierce.
But for years now, she’d been dealing with her family’s
business and its money problems, which had spilled over into her personal
finances. As she gazed at the beauty of the manicured grounds and then back
toward her family’s summer home, it occurred to her that this might be the last
time she hosted a celebration like this here. She had mortgaged the property
that she had inherited to funnel money into the family’s struggling retail
store division.
Unfortunately, thanks to her father’s stubborn refusal to
make changes to help the business, she spent way too much time at work, which
left little time for romance. Not to mention that none of her casual dates had
piqued her interest in that direction. Looking down from her perch, however, and
seeing the happiness on so many faces suddenly had her reconsidering the merits
of married life.
“Always a bridesmaid and never a bride,” she muttered,
surprising herself with the hint of wistfulness in her tone.
“That’s because the three of us are all too busy working to
search for Prince Charming,” Connie said, her defense as swift and impassioned
as if she were arguing a case in court.
“Who even believes in that fairy-tale crap?” Emma’s gaze
grew distracted, and she rose from her chair. “Excuse me for a moment. Carlo
needs to see me about something.”
Emma rushed off to the side of the dance floor, where her
caterer extraordinaire, Carlo Teixeira, raked a hand through his thick, brown
hair in clear frustration. He wore a pristine white chef’s jacket and pants
that enhanced his dark good looks.
Emma laid a hand on Carlo’s forearm and leaned close to
speak to him, apparently trying to resolve a problem.
“She doesn’t believe in fairy tales, but her Prince Charming
is standing right in front of her,” Connie said with a sad shake of her head.
Maggie took another sip of her champagne and viewed the
interaction between Carlo and Emma. Definitely major sparkage going on, she
thought.
“You’re totally right,” she said with an assertive nod.
Connie smiled like the proverbial cat, her exotic green-gold eyes gleaming with
mischief. “That’s why you hired me to represent your company as soon as I
finished law school. Nothing gets past me.”
“Really? So what else do you think you’ve seen tonight?”
Raising her glass, her friend gestured toward the right of
the mansion’s great lawn, where some of the frater- nity brothers from their
alma mater had gathered. One of the men slowly turned to sneak a peek at them.
“Owen has been watching you all night long,” Connie said
with a shrewd smile.
“Totally impossible, and you of all people should know it.
Owen Pierce has absolutely no interest in me.” She set her glass on the table
to hide the nervous tremble of her hand as her gaze connected with his for the
briefest of moments. Even that fleeting link was enough to raise her core
temperature a few degrees. But what woman wouldn’t respond like that?
In his designer tuxedo, Owen was the epitome of male
perfection—raven-black hair, a sexy gleam in his charcoal-gray eyes, broad
shoulders, and not an ounce of fat on him, which made her recall seeing him in
much, much less on a hot summer night on Sea Kiss Beach. She had been staying
in the quaint seaside town on the Jersey Shore with her grandmother that
summer, much as she had all her life. As they also had for so many years, the
Pierce boys had been residing next door for the entire season.
The two beachfront mansions had been built side by side
decades earlier, before the start of the Pierce and Sinclair rift. The cost of
waterfront real estate had esca- lated so drastically since their construction
that neither family was willing to sell their beloved home to put some distance
between the warring clans.
Well, make that the warring fathers, because as far as
Maggie was concerned, she had no beef with Owen.
At the Shore series:
One Summer Night (Book 1)
What Happens in Summer (Book 2)
Praise for Caridad Pineiro:
"A love story like nothing you've read before! This premise is utterly unique, and so original and brilliant that I wish I'd thought of it first." —New York Times Bestseller Maggie Shayne
“Pineiro is definitely an author to watch." —Fresh Fiction
About The Author
NY Times and USA Today Bestseller Caridad Pineiro is a Jersey Girl who just wants to write, travel, and spend more time with family and friends. Caridad is the author of nearly 50 novels/novellas and loves romance novels, super heroes, TV and cooking. Caridad writes dark and sexy romantic suspense and paranormal romances for those who live to love on the edge. Her sweet, but still naughty side, Charity Pineiro, writes contemporary romances packed with emotion and humor. For more information on Caridad/Charity, please visit www.caridad.com
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