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Zusatztext Praise for Boardwalk Summer "A terrific read. Page turning and deeply emotional. You'll fall in love with these characters who have so much at stake. Highly recommended."— New York Times bestselling author Susan Elizabeth Phillips Praise for the novels of Kimberly Fisk “[A] celebration of all the deepest things in life—family! friendship! and the healing power of love…An emotional roller coaster of a story.”—Susan Wiggs! #1 New York Times bestselling author “Lake Magic is pure magic. This is a stellar debut from a writer who is destined to become a reader favorite.”—Debbie Macomber! #1 New York Times bestselling author “[A] good old-fashioned romance! with family! hometown details! ball games! and beach cottages. It’s a thoroughly satisfying treat.”— RT Book Reviews Informationen zum Autor A past recipient of Romance Writers of America’s prestigious Golden Heart Award, Kimberly Fisk is the bestselling author of Lake Magic . She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, three children, and too many four-legged critters to count. Klappentext In the town of Tranquility Bay! summer is the season of second chances... Single mother Hope Thompson has built a happy life for herself and her twins in beautiful Tranquility Bay! Washington. She doesn't dwell on her painful past-especially not on the man who broke her heart all those years ago. But when Hope's beloved son needs help! she takes a desperate chance and reaches out to her children's father. Nick Fortune lives life in the spotlight as a champion race car driver. He's shocked to hear from Hope and even more surprised to learn that he's a father. He immediately heads to the Pacific Northwest to confront the past-and the woman he once loved. There! on the quiet lakeshore! Nick and Hope must work together to save their son-even if it means facing their complicated past-for a second chance as a family. ***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof*** Copyright © 2017 Kimberly Fisk Chapter One The phone felt heavy in Hope Thompson’s hand. She traced the buttons, unconsciously pausing at the numbers that would soon connect her to a voice she hadn’t heard in nearly sixteen years. She thought about shutting herself away in a closet. Maybe then, if she was hidden with only darkness surrounding her, this call wouldn’t be so hard to make. But Hope knew that darkness did not shut out memories—if anything, it enhanced them, becoming a large ebony canvas that allowed them to play over and over in her mind until sleep was impossible. She reached for her cup of tea on the end table next to the sofa and took a sip. It was cold. She was halfway off the couch to reheat it before she stopped. Stalling. That was what she was doing. She sat back down, grabbed the phone, and dialed quickly before she lost her nerve. “Hello?” Hope’s grip tightened. Sixteen years. It had been sixteen years since she’d heard her mother’s voice, but it felt as if it were yesterday. “Hello, Mo—Claire.” There was a long pause and then, “Charlotte, is that you?” A pain settled in Hope’s chest. Why had she believed her mother would recognize her? “No. It’s me. Hope.” A faint crinkling drifted across the phone line, and Hope knew it was her mother shifting positions on the sofa’s plastic protector. “Hope?” “I know, Claire. It’s been a long time.” After so many years, there should have been a thousand things they had to say to each other. A million tiny details that had filled their lives and the lives of the two grandchildren her mother had never wanted to meet. Instead, Hope didn’t know where to begin—what to say. Should she start with: Your grandchildren’s names are Joshua and Susan, and they are bright and beautiful and make me so proud every day. Or: They will...
