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Informationen zum Autor Kimberly Cates is the beloved author of the over ten historical romances, including Crown of Mist, Restless Is the Wind, Briar Rose, and Lily Fair. She turned her talents to contemporary fiction with her novels Fly Away Home and The Mother's Day Garden. She is also the author of the short story “Gabriel's Angel” in the holiday collection A Gift of Love. A native of Illinois, Kimberly taught elementary school for three years and married her high school sweetheart. Klappentext In this passionate, stirring novel from award-winning author Kimberly Cates, two former lovers, reunited by chance, discover that the love they shared nearly a decade ago is as strong as ever LIGHTHOUSE COVE Keeping a promise to her mentor, international photojournalist Jacqueline "Jack" Murphy takes time out from her jet-setting lifestyle to photograph a lighthouse in Maine. To her shock, her new assignment brings her face-to-face with Tom Brownlow and his daughter, Lucy. He's the man who broke Jack's heart nine years ago and though she has traveled the world ten times over, she never stopped thinking of him. Tom never expected to see Jack again -- but as they get to know each other for a second time, he realizes that leaving her was the hardest thing he ever had to do. And now, though Tom tells himself he's just staying at the lighthouse to fulfill his daughter's greatest wish, he's falling more in love than ever. Somehow -- for Lucy's sake and their own -- Jack and Tom must embrace lasting love...the most daring adventure of all. Chapter One This was the last place on earth Jacqueline Murphy wanted to be. She brushed back wisps of caramel-colored hair that had pulled loose from her no-nonsense ponytail. Eyes so intense and crystal blue they didn't seem real swept over the scenery surrounding her. She homed in on a perfect shot, snapped it from every angle with her camera, then let the familiar weight of her battered Leica swing down and hang from its strap around her neck. Waves crashed, white-capped, against the shore, clusters of children squealing in delight as they darted through showers of silvery spray, their parents joining their frolics in the bright summer sun. Raw bundles of hormones disguised as teenage boys bodysurfed to show off for blanketsful of bikini-clad girls. Old women and men strolled along the beach hand in hand, age unable to diminish the softness a lifetime of love had left in their eyes. Beautiful, most people would call the scene. No trained eye needed to appreciate the jeweled colors, the gleam of salt spray, the glorious sight of the edge of the world, washed clean by waves and sunshine. But the beauty didn't fool Jack for an instant. She saw the warning in the distance -- the solitary white spire of the lighthouse pointing skyward from its narrow isthmus of land, a single, shadowy eye staring out across the shipwreck marooned on the shoals beyond. Jack could almost hear it whisper "they once thought this place beautiful, too." She shivered in spite of the warmth of the sun, and stared at the retired lighthouse/bed-and-breakfast that had been her home this past week. What had the crusty former keeper and owner of the place said when she'd ushered Jack through the green painted door of the stone house attached to that soaring round tower? "Two hundred fifty years this old girl has watched the sea play cat's paw with the ships that sailed here. One minute, skies so bright blue it seemed storms would never come again. Next minute a gale so fierce it could blow the beard right off a man's face. Two hundred ships ran aground on those shoals, wrecked in spite of Mermaid Lost's warning. Almost every old family on this stretch of coast lost someone they loved. We had the ship's names carved on the face of that boulder near the telescope on the cliff's edge. Just so we never forget." But Jack doubted any...
