Written in the Stars
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PRAISE FOR LUANN MCLANE’S CRICKET CREEK NOVELS
Sweet Harmony
“Luann McLane writes a wonderful series in a small town....If you enjoy sweet, lighthearted romances that [have] some great sexy scenes [and] a great couple and secondary characters...then Sweet Harmony is perfect for you.”
—The Reading Cafe
“A fun, sweet, romantic read....As usual Cricket Creek did not fail to welcome me to their small, sweet Southern town complete with quirky and interesting characters.”
—That’s What I’m Talking About
“Readers will love the country music overtones in this book, as well as the charming small-town setting and robust characters...[an] excellent series.”
—Debbie’s Book Bag
“Expert storytelling, heartwarming characters, and good pacing makes this contemporary romance shine.”
—RT Book Reviews
Wildflower Wedding
“A lovely, sweetly sexy, terrifically enjoyable read....McLane’s Cricket series is similar in style to Susan Wiggs’s bestselling Lakeshore Chronicles.”
—Booklist
“Packed with emotion and hot, hot sex...a cleverly written story.”
—Fresh Fiction
“Sweet romance with small-town Southern charm....McLane weaves together walks in the moonlight, stolen glances, and kisses under the stars with seduction and sizzling sex, populating the carefully crafted story with a cast of affable characters.”
—Publishers Weekly
“In this modern Southern romance, charming bad boy Reese and sassy Gabby’s chemistry sizzles. McLane gives readers characters they’ll care about as she expertly weaves a tale of love and past regrets.”
—RT Book Reviews
Moonlight Kiss
“Alluring love scenes begin with the simplicity of a kiss in this romantic Southern charmer.”
—Publishers Weekly
“A sweet love story set in the quaint Southern town of Cricket Creek. Reid makes for a sexy hero who could melt any heart.”
—RT Book Reviews
“A very charming story, and I would be more than happy to read the entire series.”
—The Bookish Babe
“McLane nails the charm, quirks, nosiness, friendliness, and sense of community you’d experience in a small Southern town as you walk the streets of Cricket Creek...engaging and sweet characters whose chemistry you feel right from the start.”
—That’s What I’m Talking About
Whisper’s Edge
“This latest foray to McLane’s rural enclave has all the flavor and charm of a small town where everyone knows everyone else and doesn’t mind butting in when the need arises. With a secondary romance between members of the slightly older generation, Whisper’s Edge offers a comforting read where love does ‘trump’ insecurities, grief, and best-laid plans.”
—Library Journal
“Visiting Cricket Creek, Kentucky, feels like coming home once again.”
—RT Book Reviews
“Cute, funny, and full of romance.”
—Love to Read for Fun
“LuAnn McLane has a rich and unique voice that kept me laughing out loud as I read.”
—Romance Junkies
Pitch Perfect
“McLane packs secrets, sex, and sparks of gentle humor in an inviting picnic basket of Southern charm.”
—Ft. Myers & Southwest Florida
“A delightful...charming tale.”
—RT Book Reviews
“Entertaining [and] lighthearted.”
—Genre Go Round Reviews
“McLane writes a romantic, lighthearted feel-good story.”
—Romance Reviews Today
Catch of a Lifetime
“I thoroughly enjoyed this amusing tale of baseball fanatics and a quiet little town that everyone falls in love with. The residents are all amusing and interesting...pure entertainment!”
—Fresh Fiction
Playing for Keeps
“A fun tale.”
—Midwest Book Review
“Charming, romantic...this new series should be a real hit!”
—Fresh Fiction
“McLane’s trademark devilish dialogue is in fine form for this series.”
—Publishers Weekly
“No one does Southern love like LuAnn McLane!”
—The Romance Dish
ALSO BY LUANN MCLANE
CONTEMPORARY ROMANCES
Walking on Sunshine: A Cricket Creek Novel
Sweet Harmony: A Cricket Creek Novel
Wildflower Wedding: A Cricket Creek Novel
“Mistletoe on Main Street” in Christmas on Main Street
ANTHOLOGY
Moonlight Kiss: A Cricket Creek Novel
Whisper’s Edge: A Cricket Creek Novel
Pitch Perfect: A Cricket Creek Novel
Catch of a Lifetime: A Cricket Creek Novel
Playing for Keeps: A Cricket Creek Novel
He’s No Prince Charming
Redneck Cinderella
A Little Less Talk and a Lot More Action
Trick My Truck but Don’t Mess with My Heart
Dancing Shoes and Honky-Tonk Blues
Dark Roots and Cowboy Boots
EROTIC ROMANCES
“Hot Whisper” in Wicked Wonderland anthology
Driven by Desire
Love, Lust, and Pixie Dust
Hot Summer Nights
Wild Ride
Taking Care of Business
SIGNET ECLIPSE
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PUBLISHER’S NOTE
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Contents
Praise
Also by LuAnn McLane
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16<
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Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Excerpt from Wish Upon A Wedding
This book is for Tim and Maria. Your love story that began as teenagers and blossomed as adults is proof to me that some things are written in the stars.
Acknowledgments
I want to give a special thanks to my sons Ryan and Tim McLane for answering my questions about craft beer. Your delicious home-brewed ale was the inspiration for having a craft brewery in Cricket Creek, Kentucky. Thanks to craft breweries all over the world for the amazing ales with clever names. Oh and of course all of my beer tastings were done in the name of research.
Thanks again to the wonderful editorial staff at New American Library. I am so lucky to have lovely covers that capture the essence of the story. I want to thank Christina Brower for the attention to detail and for keeping me on track. With this team behind me, I couldn’t ask for a better finished product. Thanks to Jessica Brock and Kayleigh Clark for promoting the Cricket Creek series and for teaching me how to navigate social media. I have learned so much from both of you. A very special thank-you goes to my editor, Danielle Perez. From brainstorming cover ideas to tackling revisions, you continue to challenge me and make me a better writer.
As always, thanks to my agent, Jenny Bent. When we first met, you told me to dream big, and you’ve made my dreams a reality.
And thank you so much to my readers! Connecting with you on social media and meeting you at signings and conferences brings me such joy. My goal will always be to give you a story that makes you laugh and believe in happily ever after.
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The Eye of the Storm
“SIRI, I HAVE NOT ARRIVED!” GRACE GORDON TUCKED A lock of her windblown blond hair behind her ear and sighed. “This is getting super annoying.” She held the phone close to her mouth and spoke slowly and clearly, “Walking on Sunshine Bistro at Mayfield Marina, Cricket Creek, Kentucky.”
“The destination is on your left. You have arrived.”
“No! A big red building is on my left! There isn’t a bistro or marina in sight.” With her free hand, Grace gripped the steering wheel of her rented convertible and teetered on tears of frustration. “You suck,” she said to Siri, but then winced. “Sorry,” she said quickly, and then remembered that she was talking to a computer-generated voice. But still, no need to be rude.
“No need to be sorry,” Siri assured her.
“Okay, that was a little creepy,” Grace mumbled, and tossed the phone over onto the passenger seat. Pressing her lips together, she gripped the steering wheel with both hands while wondering what to do next.
When her phone pinged, Grace reached for it, hoping it was her sister answering the million texts she’d sent her over the past hour. “I should have known,” Grace said as she read a message from her mother asking if she’d arrived safely. “No! I’m completely lost,” she said while she typed with her thumbs.
Of course, her mother immediately called. Becca Gordon always stepped in when her children were in distress, and she had an uncanny way of knowing even without a phone call. She could usually calm down Grace’s mild-mannered sister, Sophia, but Grace was more like her half brother, Garret...a handful and then some. And, oh, how she missed Garret too!
“Gracie, love, you should have been there by now. Am I right?”
“Mum, what don’t you understand about I’m lost?” Grace drew out the word lost for a few seconds. “As in I don’t know where in the world I’m at except it’s somewhere in Kentucky.”
Her mother chucked softly. “Oh, Gracie...”
“It isn’t funny!” Grace tipped her face up to the sky just as a bird flew by and pooped on her jeans leg. She let out a squeal of anger.
“Oh, come on, darling, it’s not that bad.”
“Really? A bird just...just had the nerve to crap on me!” She looked around for a napkin from her unhealthy fast-food lunch. Right, the napkin and wrapper had fluttered out of the convertible like butterfly wings, making her feel all kinds of guilt.
Her mother laughed harder.
“Mum! Seriously? What’s so funny about my misery?”
“Well, for starters, you revert to an English accent when you get angry or upset. I’m sorry. I just find it rather amusing.”
“Seriously? Have you forgotten that you’re English and I’ve lived with you in London for the past two years? That I’ve traveled back and forth to England all of my not-so-normal life?”
“Your not-so-normal life made you into the amazing and successful woman you are today. Would you have it any other way?”
“Well, when you put it that way...” Grace had to grin. “Of course not.”
“I thought so. And, darling, to answer your question, I might be in my fifties, but I’m not forgetful yet. And I’ve not forgotten that you can get turned around in your own backyard.”
“It makes going on a holiday an adventure, and I’ve discovered some really cool places taking the road less traveled,” Grace said a bit defensively, but she had to grin again. “And you were often with me.”
“Fair enough. You get your lack of sense of direction from me. Sorry about that.”
Grace looked down at her soiled thigh and then cast a wary glance skyward.
“Aren’t you using your GPS?”
“Siri is being rather difficult, I’m afraid. This was only supposed to be a two-hour drive from the Nashville airport to Cricket Creek. I’m well beyond that now.”
“So I gather that you rented a convertible like you wanted to?”
“Yes, and it was nearly instant regret. I thought it would be fun rolling through the countryside in the late days of summer with the top down. But driving on the interstate was scary as hell! Everything was super loud. Trucks were terrifying, kicking up rocks and so on. And I littered by accident.” She wasn’t about to tell her mother it was a cheeseburger wrapper. Even though her mother’s modeling days were over, Becca Gordon still consumed only healthy food. “Now I get the whole Thelma and Louise ending.”
“Put the top up, silly girl.”
Grace winced. “Um, I might have zoned out when that whole part was explained to me. Something about a switch and clamps.” She looked around, nibbling on her lip. “I was distracted by the cute guy who rented me the car.”
“Well, good.”
“That I don’t remember how to put the top up?”
“No, that you were distracted by a cute guy. You’ve been all work and no play for far too long, Gracie.”
“Ha! I could say the same thing about you. When was the last time you went out on a date?”
Her mother sighed. “Like they say, all the good ones are either taken or gay.”
Gracie couldn’t really argue with that one.
“Sophia will know how to put the top up.”
“Right, I know, she’s the smart sister. I’m the creative one. La-de-da.”
“Oh, that’s rubbish. All three of you are smart and creative and gorgeous. Sophia had a convertible, remember?”
“Yes. Well, at this rate, by the time I find the bistro it will be dark and she might have already gone home.”
“Have you called Sophia or Garret?”
“Are you kidding? I’ve blown up their phones. Sophia’s goes straight to voice mail, so her phone must be dead. Garret isn’t answering, so I’m guessing he might be in the recording studio or taking care of Mattie. I can’t wait to see her baby bump.”
“Yes, poor little thing was put on bed rest. Garret has been sick with worry. I will be so happy when the baby girl is finally here.”
“Me too!
I am going to be the best aunt ever. Hey, but speaking of dead phones, my phone is getting there too. I’m going to give Siri another go before my phone peters out.”
“Don’t you have a car charger?”
“I forgot it.”
“Is there someplace you can stop and ask for directions like we did back in the good old days?”
“No, it’s all country roads...trees...cows.” She angled her head. “There is a building in front of me, and I think there might be lights on. Maybe I should check it out.”
“Gracie...,” Becca said in her worried-mother voice. “I don’t recommend going into a random building,” she said, which really meant don’t you dare go in there.
“Don’t worry, Mum. I have to be close to the bistro at this point. There’s water to the right of this building, so I have to be somewhat near the marina too. I’ll be fine,” she said, but the woods suddenly looked a bit sinister. She squinted, looking for beady little eyes. Sometimes having a vivid imagination wasn’t fun.
“Okay. Well, text or call me as soon as you can. Promise?”
“I will. I promise. I love you.”
“I love you too. Give everyone a big hug for me. I’ll be there as soon as Garret and Mattie’s baby girl is born next month. I’ve already cleared my schedule for most of the summer.” Although her mother was still CEO of her own clothing company, as soon as she’d found out that she was going to become a grandmother, she’d put the wheels in motion to turn the reins of her company over to capable people.
“Sure thing. Bye, Mum.”
“Do be careful. Bye now, Gracie.”
After ending the call, Grace got a bit teary-eyed. Her mother and Garret were the only ones who still called her Gracie. Funny, but she often thought that her vintage name didn’t fit her outgoing personality and that she and quiet little Sophia should switch names.
Grace closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. Oh, she wanted to see her sister! And Garret too. She’d gotten to know Mattie while Garret was in London filming the popular talent show Sing for Me. Grace was so happy that her former wild-child musician half brother had settled down with such a wonderful girl. And Garret was going to be a daddy soon. Unbelievable!
Grace dabbed at the corners of her eyes. She wasn’t much of a crier, but the sheer frustration of being close and yet so far was getting to her. A glance into the rearview mirror made her cringe. “Oh wow, that can’t possibly be accurate.” The gold clip had given up on keeping her long blond hair under control hours ago. She ran her tongue over her teeth and felt a little something.