Table of Contents
PROLOGUE
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
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
As she stared into his dark eyes she realized how much she trusted him, and relied on him. That was something rare for her. The only people she trusted as much were her sisters.
I’m in love with him.
The thought blasted through her brain with the force of a tsunami. The tension of the last few weeks, the insecurity, the mistrust, the fear, slipped easily from her shoulders. For the first time, her mind was clear. She was in love with Ethan and she didn’t want to wait anymore. She wanted him. She wanted him to be her first, her last.
Finding courage she didn’t know she possessed, Harper slid off the stool and walked around the island. She plucked the wine glass from his hand and set it on the counter, then placed his hand on her breast. “Make love with me, Ethan.”
A fire lit in his eyes, telling her he wanted her, too. But there was a question there, a hesitation. “Are you sure?”
She’d never been more sure of anything in her life. “Yes.”
“Harper—”
“Shhh. Let’s not talk anymore.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
Ethan’s reaction was lightning swift. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her close, his mouth descending on hers in a wild, warm kiss. Their tongues tangled, slid over each other. She’d missed his touch, his taste. She moaned, and in the sound she heard thirty-two years of longing.
For this. For him.
LIES AND SOLACE
Book One in the
Love at Solace Lake Series
By
JANA RICHARDS
Copyright © 2018 by Jana Richards. All rights reserved.
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Ebook ISBN 978-0-9952791-0-0
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
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Prologue
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
Epilogue
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Excerpt from Secrets and Solace
Acknowledgements
Other Books by Jana Richards
PROLOGUE
Harper Lindquist stood on a wooden crate and handed her grandfather a wrench, watching in rapt attention as he disassembled an outboard motor. She was fascinated by the inner workings of the motor and the way Grampa Bill knew how to coax life back into the old beast.
Grampa raised an eyebrow at her. “Don’t let Grandma see those dirty hands. Make sure you clean up before you go back to the lodge.”
Harper held up her hands to inspect them. They were covered in dirt and grease gathered under her nails. She stopped herself from wiping them on her T-shirt. The last time she’d done that Grandma had scolded, saying she should be more like her little sister Scarlet. Scarlet never got dirty or ruined her clothes. Harper had been hurt and embarrassed when Grandma called her a filthy little hellion. She said that at ten years old, she should be learning to bake, not hanging out in her grandfather’s garage like a grease monkey.
But Mom had defended her, telling Grandma it was just an old T-shirt and could always be washed. She’d kissed Harper and helped her scrub the grease from beneath her nails. As much as she loved her grandparents’ fishing lodge in northern Minnesota, she’d be glad to go home to Minneapolis, away from Grandma Dorothy’s critical eye.
But as the summer dragged on, she began to worry that they were never going home.
“Grampa, is Daddy going to live with us again?”
Grampa Bill heaved a sigh. “I don’t know, child.”
Harper frowned. That wasn’t the positive reassurance she’d been hoping for. Daddy had moved out of their house in the spring, leaving a huge hole in her family. In the months before he left, Harper had heard arguing between her parents and had caught snippets of words and phrases she didn’t fully understand, like “unfaithful”. And some she did, like “divorce”.
When school let out for the summer, Mom packed their things, bundled her and Scarlet and baby Maggie into the car and drove to the lodge. Mom said they’d stay there until she worked some things out. Harper had no idea what that meant, but she’d been ecstatic when Daddy had shown up unexpectedly today.
Harper ached to have him back home. She wanted things to be the way they used to be, when Daddy used to kiss Mom and play with her and Scarlet. He was often away for work, but when he was home he was the best daddy ever.
“Why doesn’t Daddy want to come home? Doesn’t he love us anymore?”
Grampa Bill laid his big hand lightly on her head, sadness etched in the weathered lines of his face. “Harper, your daddy will always love you, no matter what. But sometimes adults have problems they need to work out. Your mom and dad are talking. That’s a good thing. Maybe that means they’re both willing to try.”
Harper nodded. She hoped they tried real hard so they could all go home together.
Willy Eklund, Grampa’s handyman, stumbled into the garage, his breathing labored and his eyes wild with fear.
“She’s in the water! He hit her!”
“What are you talking about?” Grampa asked.
“Miranda! She was arguing with her husband, and then he hit her with one of the oars. Miranda fell in the water and he jumped in after her, but I never saw either of them come up again.”
Miranda? Mom? The wildness in Willy’s eyes scared her. Why would Daddy hit Mom? Were they okay?
“Where did you see them?”
“Around the point. I was on the shore, picking blueberries.”
“Get a boat ready, quick. We’re going out.” Grampa turned to her and she could see he was scared. Her stomach clenched like when she was going to throw up. If Grampa was scared, it was really bad.
“Run to the lodge. Tell Grandma what happened. Tell her to call the police. Go!”
She nodded and ran, tears streaming down her face.
Fear made her stumble on the path and skin both knees. They had to be okay. They just had to be.
CHAPTER ONE
Twenty-Two Years Later
Harper woke abruptly, groggy and unsure what had disrupted her sleep. Then she heard it. Bang, bang
, bang. Someone was pounding on the front door of the lodge and ringing the doorbell over and over.
She groaned and threw back the covers, shivering when her bare feet hit the cold wooden floor. As she slid her feet into slippers and threw on her robe, she checked her alarm clock; twelve-ten a.m. Who could be at her door at this hour in the middle of a January blizzard?
Whoever it was, she couldn’t let them freeze on her doorstep. Tying the belt on her robe securely, she hurried to the door.
As Harper tried to open the heavy wooden front door, the howling wind ripped it out of her hands and sent it crashing against the wall. A cold gust blew snow into the foyer, instantly chilling her to the tips of her worn slippers. A snow covered man stepped over the threshold and, struggling against the wind, pushed the door shut. He brushed the snow from his dark hair as he turned to look at her, and Harper’s breath caught in her throat. Whoever he was, with his dark brown eyes and chiselled cheekbones, he was easily one of the best-looking men she’d ever seen.
“I’m really sorry about this,” he said. More snow fell to the floor as he brushed off his overcoat. The smell of wet wool and citrusy aftershave filled the small foyer. “I hit the ditch this afternoon on my way here to our meeting, and I had to wait for hours till a snow plow came by and pulled me out. I haven’t seen a blizzard like this in years.”
Harper blinked at him. This was the guy she’d waited on tenterhooks to meet all afternoon, the guy who held the future of her lodge in his hands. “Are you Ethan James?”
“Yes. You must be Harper Lindquist.”
“Yes.” She conjured up a polite smile. “Welcome to Solace Lake Lodge.”
He pulled off his gloves and extended his hand. “Thank you. I’m pleased to meet you, Ms. Lindquist. Again, I’m sorry to wake you at this hour. This wasn’t exactly how I’d hoped to begin our business association.”
It wasn’t the way she’d wanted to begin either. She’d been corresponding by email with him for two weeks, ever since he’d responded to the ad she’d placed in the Minneapolis Star Tribune looking for an investor willing to put up the money necessary to bring the lodge back to life. She’d been thrilled when Ethan James told her his employer, Hainstock Investments, wanted him to visit the lodge to investigate its possibilities. He’d told her Mr. Hainstock himself was very excited about her property.
“When you didn’t arrive by four, I assumed you’d decided to postpone the meeting because of the storm.”
He grimaced. “Unfortunately, I wasn’t smart enough to do that. I tried calling you, and then discovered I didn’t have cell service. I’m really sorry.”
She’d been crushed when he didn’t show. She’d spent days planning her presentation, cleaning the lodge, even deciding what to wear.
Get over it, Harper. There wasn’t anything she could do about it now. But perhaps she could still salvage the meeting. Time to play the gracious host. “No problem. I’m glad you made it here safely. Can I get you anything? Are you hungry?”
His smile was almost comical in its relief. “Starved.”
She couldn’t help smiling back. “That I can do something about.”
She hung his damp overcoat on the coat tree near the door, taking in the designer label. The elegant dark grey suit he wore obviously didn’t come off the rack at Suits-R-Us. It fit him perfectly, from his broad shoulders to his narrow hips. Even after hours stuck in a ditch, Ethan James looked like he stepped off the pages of GQ.
She, on the other hand, looked like a homeless person. Despite telling herself to buck up, she couldn’t resist a glance down at her ancient pink chenille robe, worn fuzzy pink slippers, and pajama bottoms emblazoned with images of Mickey giving Minnie a smooch on her mousy lips. Her hair was likely a tangled mess and she could feel crusty things in the corners of her eyes.
Great.
Sadly, the homeless part was frighteningly close to the mark. If she didn’t convince Mr. Hainstock’s representative that Solace Lake Lodge was a viable investment opportunity, she really would be homeless.
Harper squared her shoulders and plastered on a smile, trying to forget about her less than professional appearance. Instead, she channeled the confident air of the businesswoman she was striving to be. “Why don’t you follow me into the kitchen and I’ll fix you a snack.”
“Thanks, that sounds great. Do you mind if I use your washroom first?”
“Of course. Right down this hallway and to the left.”
“Thanks.”
While he headed toward the bathroom, Harper hurried to the kitchen. Her mind whirled with excitement and trepidation. With Ethan James in the lodge, at least she had a fighting chance to save her home.
After washing her hands, she pulled the roast beef from the fridge that she’d sliced earlier in anticipation of serving him lunch. She buttered a couple of fresh buns, and reached back into the fridge for mustard, dill pickles and the plate of carrot and celery sticks she’d prepared. At least her previous work wasn’t going to waste.
Hopefully, none of her preparations would go to waste. She mentally rehearsed the pitch she’d memorized.
Eco-tourism is the way of the future. By investing in the Solace Lake Lodge, Hainstock Investments could get in on the ground floor.
This had to work. She’d make it work.
When Ethan stepped into the kitchen, she gestured for him to take a seat at the table. She put the sandwiches on a plate and set it on the placemat in front of him. “Would you like coffee?”
“I’d love some. Can I help you with something?”
“No, I’m fine. Why don’t you go ahead and eat?”
While she measured coffee grounds, she watched from the corner of her eye as he pulled the blue and grey silk tie from his shirt collar and stuck it into the pocket of his jacket. He opened the top three buttons of his immaculate white shirt, and Harper’s mouth went dry at the sight of the small triangle of tanned chest.
Embarrassed by her reaction, she spun away, busying herself with finding cream and sugar. Had it been that long since she’d seen a man as attractive as Ethan James?
Definitely. There weren’t a lot of unattached men her age in this part of north central Minnesota. And certainly none who looked like Ethan James. Minnewasta, some ten miles down the road, was a great little town but not exactly a breeding ground for good-looking men. The town’s population of fifteen hundred, which hadn’t changed much since she’d started elementary school there as a ten-year-old, were salt-of-the-earth kind of people but decidedly average looking.
By the time she had herself under control and brought coffee to the table, Ethan had already devoured his food.
“You look like a guy who could use some apple pie.”
His beautiful brown eyes lit up. “I never say no to apple pie.”
Harper grabbed the pie from the fridge and cut it into six even pieces. After placing one piece on a plate, she warmed it for a few seconds in the microwave before bringing it to him.
“Bon appétit.”
“Thank you.”
He dug into the pie with obvious enjoyment. It occurred to her that with the blizzard blocking the roads, Ethan was likely going to be a guest at her table for several more meals. She did a quick inventory in her head of the contents of her freezer and pantry and hoped they’d be adequate.
She refilled both their coffee cups and got him another piece of pie. The way this guy ate, running out of food was a distinct possibility.
Ethan finished the last bite of his dessert, then wiped his mouth with his napkin. “That was great. Did you make it?”
“No, I’m not much of a pastry chef. The cook at Miller’s Golf Resort down the road made it and gave it to me. I work there part-time. She’s always giving me food. Says she’s trying to fatten me up.”
Harper averted her gaze. That tidbit of embarrassing information had spilled from her mouth too easily. It had to be the late hour.
“When you see her again, tell her it was delicious.”
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Hoping her cheeks weren’t as red as she thought they were, she turned back to face him. “Well, I’m supposed to see her tomorrow, but with this storm, I’m not sure either of us is going anywhere.”
His dark brows furrowed in a frown. “I guess not. Like I said, I hate to impose, but do you think I could spend what’s left of the night on your couch?”
“I think I can do better than that. I have plenty of room. This is a hotel, after all.” She tried to keep her smile upbeat as she added, “At least it used to be.”
“Thank you. I’ll leave as soon as the weather clears.”
“There’s no rush. You can stay as long as you need to.”
“You’re very kind.”
“Actually, I’m more practical than kind. If you stay here long enough, maybe I’ll be able to convince you to recommend investing in my lodge. I need you alive and unfrozen, Mr. James.”
Something flashed in his eyes before he looked away. But then he laughed softly, and she thought it must have been fatigue that made her think she’d seen a trace of guilt on his face.
“I’d kind of prefer that myself,” he said.
She liked the sound of his laugh. Despite the impression of privilege and power given by his expensive suit, his laugh was genuine and unpretentious. Hope blossomed in her heart. Ethan James seemed like a decent guy. With luck, he was a guy with the ability to look past all the lodge’s faults to see the possibilities she saw. “Can I get you anything else?”
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