London Tides
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Praise for Carla Laureano
LONDON TIDES
“In London Tides, Carla Laureano shows how fear and grief can hold us captive—unable to love ourselves and others. Yes, Laureano has written a beautiful reconciliation romance, but she also delves into deeper themes of identity and acceptance. The character of Grace Brennan, in spite of her unconventional life, speaks to all of us.”
BETH K. VOGT, author of Things I Never Told You and Moments We Forget
“Achieving an aching depth and a resounding trueness within a heated yet baggage-ridden romance, author Carla Laureano has proven herself a storyteller who is not afraid to take her characters into the darkest regions of their own hearts. An excellent follow-up to Five Days in Skye, London Tides tugs and churns every emotion . . . right up until the lovely, hope-buoying end.”
SERENA CHASE, author of Intermission and the Eyes of E’veria series
“At times lighthearted; at times heart wrenching. Laureano has penned a delightfully romantic tale about the importance of finding home. If readers weren’t already smitten with the MacDonald brothers, they will be after London Tides!”
KATIE GANSHERT, award-winning author of No One Ever Asked
“Another captivating story! London Tides is as compelling and engaging as Laureano’s award-winning Five Days in Skye. It’s deliciously romantic and filled with tension, wonderful characters, and vivid scenery. A must-read this summer!”
KATHERINE REAY, author of A Portrait of Emily Price and The Austen Escape
“War photographer Grace Brennan is the kind of character I love to read about—she’s savvy, fearless, and damaged, yet is determined to carry on. Returning to London means making amends with Ian MacDonald, the fiancé she left behind, and author Carla Laureano knows how to make the most of their chemistry. But a chance at love for Grace also means facing the realities of PTSD, a subject Laureano handles with great sensitivity and care. Vividly written and deeply felt, London Tides will sweep readers away.”
HILLARY MANTON LODGE, author of A Table by the Window
FIVE DAYS IN SKYE
“Sweet and scathing, lush and intimate. . . . This story has guts and heart as well as the depth and heat necessary to satisfy any romance reader’s palate.”
USA TODAY
“From page one, Five Days in Skye captured my imagination and every minute of my pleasure-reading time. With enviable finesse, author Carla Laureano weaves romance, hope, healing, and faith into a spunky and sparkling tale that made me sorry to say good-bye to the characters and the alluring Isle of Skye. I look forward to reading more from this author.”
TAMARA LEIGH, author of Splitting Harriet and The Unveiling, book one in the Age of Faith series
“After reading Five Days in Skye, I wanted to pack my bags and catch the first flight to Scotland to discover Skye for myself. In her debut novel, Carla Laureano brought Skye alive with vivid detail, drew me into the main characters’ budding romance, and kept me turning the pages late into the night. I’m looking forward to more books from Carla!”
BETH K. VOGT, author of Things I Never Told You and Moments We Forget
“Five Days in Skye swept me away to Scotland! Against the craggy beauty of the Isle of Skye, author Carla Laureano weaves a story . . . of love between an American businesswoman and a Scottish celebrity chef. Fans of the movie The Holiday are sure to enjoy this contemporary romance. Laureano’s voice is deft, seamless, and wonderfully accomplished. An exciting newcomer to the world of Christian fiction!”
BECKY WADE, author of My Stubborn Heart and Undeniably Yours
THE SATURDAY NIGHT SUPPER CLUB
“A terrific read from a talented author. Made me hungry more than once. I can’t wait to read what comes next.”
FRANCINE RIVERS, New York Times bestselling author of The Masterpiece
“Bright, jovial, and peppered with romance and delectable cuisine, this is a sweet and lively love story.”
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY, STARRED REVIEW
“Romance aficionados and fans of stories about overcoming obstacles and the role of faith in everyday life will eagerly await the next entry in this sweet food-centered series.”
LIBRARY JOURNAL
“Laureano’s latest novel, the first in her Supper Club series, is a delight for foodies! There’s a delectable amount of behind-the-scenes restaurant and cooking detail . . . that will literally have readers’ mouths watering for a taste.”
ROMANTIC TIMES, 4 ½ STAR TOP PICK
“This romance nurtures the balance between following one’s dreams and embracing the moment.”
FOREWORD MAGAZINE
“Writing charmingly about faith, love, friendship, and food, Laureano will leave readers hungry for the next installment in the Supper Club series.”
BOOKLIST
“You don’t have to be a foodie to enjoy The Saturday Night Supper Club, but if you are, you’re in for an extra treat. Carla Laureano has written a delicious romance you’ll want to devour in one sitting. Filled with sugar and spice, The Saturday Night Supper Club will leave you hungry for more from this talented author.”
IRENE HANNON, bestselling author and three-time RITA Award winner
“At turns devastating and delightful, this novel contrasts the heartbreak of instant infamy against the charm of a budding attraction. Highly recommended!”
SERENA CHASE, author of Intermission and the Eyes of E’veria series
“An absolute delight with compelling characters, a rich sense of place, and food that lingers on your palate long after the final page.”
KATHERINE REAY, author of A Portrait of Emily Price and The Austen Escape
“Smart, funny, romantic, hopeful—the perfect starter for Laureano’s scrumptious new series.”
CANDACE CALVERT, bestselling author of Maybe It’s You and The Recipe
“The Saturday Night Supper Club is a riveting read, crafted with sophisticated characters, delicious settings, and a satisfying romance that will leave readers breathless and anxious for the next book in the series.”
JEN TURANO, USA Today bestselling author of A Change of Fortune
BRUNCH AT BITTERSWEET CAFÉ
“With fun food scenes and organic spiritual elements, Laureano’s book will be relished by sweet-toothed inspirational readers.”
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
“Realistic romance and spiritual message make Brunch at Bittersweet Café an exceptional pick.”
MIDWEST BOOK REVIEW
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London Tides
Copyright © 2019 by Carla Laureano. All rights reserved.
Previously published in 2015 by David C Cook under ISBN 978-1-4347-0822-9. First printing by Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., in 2019.
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London Tides is a work of fiction. Where real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locales appear, they are used fictitiously. All other elements of the novel are drawn from the author’s imagination.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Laureano, Carla, author.
Title: London tides / Carla Laureano.
Description: Carol Stream, Illinois : Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., [2019] | Series: The MacDonald family trilogy
Identifiers: LCCN 2018060357 | ISBN 9781496426253 (sc)
Subjects: | GSAFD: Love stories. | Christian fiction.
Classification: LCC PS3612.A93257 L66 2019 | DDC 813/.6—dc23 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2018060357
ISBN 978-1-4964-2627-7 (ePub); ISBN 978-1-4964-2626-0 (Kindle); ISBN 978-1-4964-2628-4 (Apple)
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To all my sisters who feel unseen and insignificant—
You are loved. Your stories matter.
And for Camille Lepage (1988–2014),
whose life and work helped shape Grace.
Rest in peace.
Contents
Acknowledgments
A Note from the Author
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Discussion Questions
About the Author
Preview of The Saturday Night Supper Club
Acknowledgments
MY TYNDALE TEAM—thank you for giving me the chance to once more put this story out into the world, this time as close to my original vision as I could make it. Books don’t often get a second chance, so I’m eternally grateful.
My agent, Steve Laube—I’m going to start calling you the Author Whisperer, because you somehow always know just what I need to hear. Thank you.
My new editors, Jan Stob and Sarah Rische—thank you for understanding what this story means to me and where I wanted to see it go. You make this process all worthwhile!
The book’s original editor, Rachelle Gardner—the road was rocky, but without you, this would have never made it to press the first time. I won’t ever forget that.
My “Usual Suspects”—seriously, though, you guys are the only thing keeping me focused and somewhat sane (please stop laughing)—my family, Laurie Tomlinson, Elizabeth Younts, Brandy Vallance, Evangeline Denmark, Serena Chase, Beth Vogt, Jen Turano, and Halee Matthews.
My beta readers, Evangeline Denmark, Elizabeth Olmedo, Laurie Tomlinson, Brandy Vallance, and Sarah Varland. You might not recognize this book when you read it again, but I so appreciate you taking time out of your lives and writing to give me your honest feedback.
I couldn’t end without naming the photojournalists whose work and lives inspired me while writing Grace, particularly Lynsey Addario, Deborah Copaken, and Camille Lepage. Their risks give a look into a world the rest of us might never imagine. I owe their photographs great thanks for opening my eyes and heart to people and places I’ve never considered. I’m sure I got some details wrong, but in the end I hope my admiration and respect for the discipline shines through.
A Note from the Author
LONDON TIDES WAS FIRST RELEASED in summer of 2015, but it was a slightly different version from the story you’re about to read. Novels are often shaped by individuals other than their authors: editors, publishing executives, retailers. At the time, certain elements of my original story were deemed too edgy for the market and I was asked to revise the last quarter of the book. And while I was proud of the finished project, I always felt that Grace’s character arc had somewhat suffered from the changes.
The series was then acquired by Tyndale House Publishers, who graciously agreed to take a look at the first version of the book—and liked it as much as I did. What you have here is a combination of the best of both versions—a true collaborative effort—with some brand-new material worked in. And despite the amount of hair-pulling required to get to this version, this story remains the one that is nearest to my heart. I hope you love it as much as I do.
CHAPTER ONE
SHE SHOULDN’T BE HERE.
Grace Brennan snapped several pictures of the fog-shrouded river, forcing down the tide of anxiety that threatened to rise up and engulf her. Chances were he wouldn’t be here either. People changed in ten years. She certainly had. What kind of man stuck to such a rigid schedule for over a decade?
She ambled down the cement embankment to where the muddy waters of the Thames lapped the bank and raised her camera once more. Even in the dim morning light, her telephoto lens captured every detail of the boats rowing against the ebb tide, from the markings on the shells to the club crests on the rowers’ kit. Grace had photographed enough regattas in her career to recognize the different clubs and schools by their colors, to distinguish the casuals from the competitive rowers. To know from a distance she hadn’t seen him yet.
It was a mad impulse that brought her here anyhow. Her regrets should have stayed in the past, where they belonged, with the rest of her mistakes. Back then, her fears had clouded her judgment, skewed her perspective. And no matter how far she’d come, there might always be parts of her that were broken. What would coming back here do but remind her of what she’d given up?
She was about ready to move on to some street-level shots when a sleek red eight glided with precision toward the bank on which she stood. Again the camera came up to focus on the crew, and her heart rose into her throat when her gaze landed on the man in the stroke seat nearest the stern.
His dark hair was short now, thick waves cropped into submission, but she would have recognized him anywhere. He radiated capability and confidence with an oar in hand, and even his rowing waterproofs couldn’t hide a physique that was as lean and muscular as a decade before. Clearly she’d had good reason to believe things hadn’t changed.
Grace’s hand tightened convulsively around the column of the thick lens as she let the neck strap take the camera’s weight. Her muscles tensed, her heart pounding. Should she call to him? Would he even speak to her?
Then he turned her way and stopped, the oar frozen in midair. He saw her, no mistake. She held her breath, waiting to see what he would do.
Just as quickly, he turned away, his movements brusque and businesslike as he removed his oar from the lock. Her hopes rushed away as quickly as the tide.
Ten years wondering how she’d feel if she saw him again. Ten years convincing herself that time and distance would change things. Pure rubbish, all of it.
She still loved him. And he still hadn’t forgiven her.
Grace wound her way into the Regency Café, ignoring the irritat
ed looks from waiting patrons. Even at eight in the morning, the greasy spoon was packed with diners, the queue stretching out the door, voices raised in a hum just short of deafening. She scanned the crowded room until her gaze landed on a beautiful Indian woman staking out a corner table.
Asha held up her arm and pointed to her wristwatch with raised eyebrows.
“I know, I know, I’m late.”
Grace grimaced as she approached the table, but Asha pulled her into a bone-crushing hug before she could get out the rest of her apology.
“Only by about two years! When did you arrive in London? Before you called this morning, I didn’t even know you were coming.”
“Landed last night.” The tightness in Grace’s chest eased as she slid into a chair and placed her gear bag between her feet. “It was a last-minute decision. Did you order for us?”
“Of course. I didn’t queue for an hour for tea. I got your usual. It is your usual, right? You didn’t go vegan on me or anything . . .”
Grace laughed. “Absolutely not. I live on bacon. Besides, Paris hasn’t been as much fun since they stopped sautéing everything in a kilo of butter. You know you’re in trouble when even the French turn health conscious.”
Asha laughed too, her expression radiating happiness. Since they’d met on a medical mission in Jaipur twelve years ago, Dr. Asha Issar had become her close friend and confidante. Grace had no doubt that her joy was genuine.
“So tell me, why are you back in London?”
“To see you, of course.” At Asha’s disbelieving look, Grace smiled and amended, “It was time, Ash. I couldn’t avoid an entire country forever. I’m considering moving back.”
“I’d love that. But you said you’d never leave the field. What happened?” Asha’s attention settled on Grace’s right arm, where it rested on the table. “Does it have something to do with the new tattoo?”
Grace touched the tiny green dragon that curled around her wrist like a bracelet, melding seamlessly into the design of colored flowers and wrought iron above it. It was good work—artistic work—but she should have known Asha would understand this was no more a whim than the other tattoos that covered her right arm to the shoulder.