An Echo Ridge Anthology
The Kiss Thief
by Rachelle J. Christensen
The Lion, The Witch, & The Library
by Lucy McConnell
The Last Of The Gentlemen
by Cami Checketts
Much Ado About A Kiss
by Heather Tullis
Pride & Persuasion
by Connie E. Sokol
Foreword by Janette Rallison,
Award-winning author
Kisses Between the Lines: An Echo Ridge Anthology
© 2016 Rachelle Christensen LLC, Lucy McConnell, Cami Checketts, Connie E. Sokol, Heather Justesen
All rights reserved.
Original Cover Design: Christina Dymock
Cover Design © Peachwood Press
Interior book design: Heather Justesen
ISBN-10: 1-63034-033-2
ISBN-13: 978-1-63034-033-9
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without permission in writing from the publisher, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.
Published by Peachwood Press, August 2016 in cooperation with Jelly Bean Press.
Table of Contents
Recipes
Foreword
Marian’s Classic Book List for The Echo Ridge Library
The Kiss Thief by Rachelle J. Christensen
Other Works by Rachelle
About Rachelle J. Christensen
The Lion, the Witch, & the Library by Lucy McConnell
Other Works by Lucy
About Lucy McConnell
The Last of the Gentlemen by Cami Checketts
Other Works by Cami
About Cami Checketts
Much Ado About a Kiss by Heather Tullis
Other Works by Heather
About Heather Tullis
Pride & Persuasion by Connie E. Sokol
Other Works by Connie
About Connie E. Sokol
Coming March 2017
Recipes
Britta’s Roasted Sweet Meat Squash Soup
Bacon and Caramel Dipped Apples
The Cookie Mama's Recipe for Chocolate Chip Cookies
Fay’s Fresh Peach Pie
Martha Jean’s Pecan Caramel Brownies
What's better than reading your favorite books? Reading about hot guys who appreciate your favorite books. Because really, any story can be improved with some hot guys and kissing scenes. Smart women know this. Just think of how much better The Old Man and the Sea would have been if it had been called: Smoldering Young Man on a Yacht and the Sea. Or even: A Roguish Pirate and the Sea. I think you see my point.
Fortunately, this anthology is written by a group of smart women. I've met them at conferences and they're full of fun, optimism, and an appropriate appreciation of Mr. Darcy. (As all romance authors should be.) Although this anthology is sadly lacking in pirates (Good roguish pirates are hard to come by in upstate New York) you'll find plenty of other characters to delight you. Travel to Echo Ridge and enjoy the crisp fall weather, the autumn colors and a population of men that are much better looking than the men where I live. This is life as it should be.
Janette Rallison, Author of Masquerade
The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle
Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie
The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson
The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nine Coaches Waiting by Mary Stewart
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
The Pearl by John Steinbeck
The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck
The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane by Kate DiCamillo
Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder
Hawaiian Masquerade by Rachelle J. Christensen
The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver
First Frost by Sarah Addison Allen
The Giver by Lois Lowry
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier
Anthem by Ayn Rand
Christy by Catherine Marshall
Dracula by Bram Stoker
The Princess Bride by S. Morgenstern
The Last of the Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper
The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo
Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas
Shadows in the Curtain by Cami Checketts
The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux
Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Persuasion by Jane Austen
The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis
The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis
Inferno by Dante Alighieri
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Pollyanna by Eleanor H. Porter
Mary Poppins by P. L. Travers
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
Charlotte's Web by E. B. White
Emma by Jane Austen
Sense & Sensibility by Jane Austen
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
1984 by George Orwell
North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell
The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton
Illusions by Ricard Bach
The Clocks by Agatha Christie
Dumb Witness by Agatha Christie
Peril at End House by Agatha Christie
Rebecca by Daphne de Maurier
A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare
Hello Again by Heather Tullis
Harry Potter by J.K. Rowlings
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy
Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl
Caribbean Crossroads by Connie E. Sokol
Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien
Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carol
Wild Born by Brandon Mull
The Academic Bride by Lucy McConnell
The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to The Galaxy by Douglas Adams
The Hunt for Red October by Tom Clancy
The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde
Villette by Charlotte Bronte
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes
The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann D. Wyss
To the city of Santaquin and its beautiful, old library. The one-room church house built in 1896 that is now the home to Santaquin’s library and oasis for readers and book lovers was the inspiration for the Echo Ridge Library.
THE MAPLE LEAVES SKITTERED across the sidewalk and crunched under Britta Klein’s black low-heeled shoes as she walked toward the Echo Ridge Library. She paused for a moment to watch a dark red leaf twirl in the slight wind coming from Parley’s Canyon. She narrowed her eyes— that leaf was carefree, no expectations, nothing
to do but dance with the wind. She huffed. If only her life could be that simple.
It was never wise to give in to dramatics, but Britta had just gotten off the phone after talking to her mother for forty-five minutes and the message was loud and clear: Find a German man and marry him so I can have some enkelkinder. Her mother wanted grandchildren so she could spoil them with strudels and kuchen.
Britta put her hand on the cool metal handle of the door to the library, grounding herself before she headed inside to greet the staff of her library. She reminded herself, again, how good it felt to be in charge of the Echo Ridge Library. At the young age of thirty-one, Britta had achieved her dream of becoming head librarian, but the dream carried more stress than she’d ever imagined.
Tomorrow was the kickoff to the huge library fundraiser that Britta had been working on for the past three months. The children’s section was in desperate need of capital, and she worried if this venue was not a success, they’d lose patrons. The library board meeting started in fifteen minutes and Britta hoped that all of the key players for the Harvest Hurrah would show up.
The familiar, dry smell of books greeted Britta when she stepped inside. She never tired of that smell— the tart aroma of new books, freshly marked for distribution in Echo Ridge, mixed with the musty scent of books over a hundred years old that patrons could still check out. The library was once a large stone church house built in the mid-1800s. When Britta first moved to Echo Ridge for her entry-level job at the library, she’d fallen in love with the romantic building. A single staircase curved up to a loft that overlooked the open building with its stacks of books. The old choir room adjacent to the loft was now an office and an open room with a couch and table. That’s where the board meeting would be held, but when they didn’t have meetings, people could sit on the comfortable couch and read with thousands of volumes below them, seemingly waiting for their turn to be picked next.
The rickety lift that lowered into the basement had always captured her imagination. Whispering of stolen kisses, shadowed mysteries, and a hideaway to read dime-store novels. Or maybe Britta infused her daydreams onto the ancient elevator. But either way, the lift needed an update so they could move the children’s section to the basement. That was of utmost importance according to Marian Montgomery, the assistant librarian and grandmother, protector, and overlord of all books. The woman was obsessed with order and decimal systems, but in a different way than Britta.
“Shh,” Marian shushed a child who jumped up and down with a picture book in front of his frazzled mother.
“Good morning.” Britta forced a smile, hoping to soften the tension humming around Marian. Her flat brown hair interlaced with gray was punctuated by the dark glasses hiding the wrinkles around her eyes. Her shoulders turned slightly inward, probably from carrying stacks of bestsellers around the library for the past seventeen years.
“Noisy ones today. No one can seem to keep their children quiet,” Marian grumbled.
“By the end of the month, we’ll be able to order the white noise transmitters to cover some of the sound,” Britta replied. The state-of-the-art speakers would sit atop each stack of books and transmit a frequency to eliminate some of the noise in the library. The high ceilings of the old church were beautiful with stained-glass windows set in the arches and over the front door, but that feature didn’t transfer well when the church became the new library. The extra space contributed to the noise problem. The echoes of children’s laughter and whispers carried upwards and echoed right back down. Britta loved the sound, but it drove Marian crazy.
“Well, I’m worried we won’t have enough funds for everything we need to do with this old building, so I’ve come up with an idea to help with the book drive,” Marian replied.
Britta brought her view back to ground level. “Oh? What do you have in mind?”
“Oh, no.” Marian wagged her finger. “You’ll have to wait just like everyone else for the unveiling.” She hugged her clipboard closer to her chest.
Hopefully her plans wouldn’t involve boxing up patrons under the age of ten and shipping them to Timbuktu.
“I’m heading upstairs to prep for the meeting. I’ll talk to you later.” Britta waved at Marian and meandered through the stacks to the back of the library.
Britta let her hand trail along the dark walnut railing as she climbed the staircase. The tops of the stacks looked a bit dusty. She made a mental note to have Trish clean them before the weekend. Britta’s stomach clenched with nerves when she thought of the prestigious Armand D. Beaumont flying in from France to do a special author reading for Echo Ridge. He had written over fifteen books and was a New York Times bestselling author with quite a following of readers eager to devour his next novel.
When Shennedy Layton had come to her with the idea of bringing in a famous author to kick off the library fundraiser, Britta had immediately thought of Armand because he was related— sort of. Her uncle’s sister-in-law had pulled the family strings to get Armand to come to the States.
Britta paused at the oak door which opened into the offices off the old choir loft and turned back to view her beloved library. The framed portrait of the wealthy Vannakin family hung over the circulation desk, reminding everyone of the incredible generosity that had made the Echo Ridge Library possible.
She turned and entered the meeting room, letting the door shut behind her. Britta had only a few moments to prepare before she heard the door creak open.
A blond-haired beauty in her mid-forties popped inside. “I can’t believe he’s really coming. Britta, it’s happening for Echo Ridge!” Shennedy always arrived early and her enthusiasm was catching as she flitted about the room.
“I just hope that Armand will be enough to get this fundraiser into motion. We have a lot of work to do.” Britta found herself smiling despite her worries. With Shennedy there to help her, the Harvest Hurrah would surely be a success. She had done wonders with the Big Barn Boutique, partnering with Kenworth’s to create a unique offering of antiques and handmade items. The young woman had plenty of fire and grit, and Britta reminded herself that she could relax and allow her and other board members to relieve some of the stress from her shoulders.
Britta nodded at Kirke Staples, who entered the room inconspicuously and sat down. He was a playwright, but didn’t like to talk about it much— at least the one time Britta had tried to get him to come out of his shell. He kept his head down and scrawled out notes on a pad of paper. Hopefully he would contribute to the meeting today.
The owner of Fay’s Café, Fay Griffith, came in at the same time as a husband and wife team. They sat near the front, eager to help their beloved library. When the lovely white-haired Mrs. Tumnus arrived, Britta felt reassured once again that the fundraising events were in good hands. The older woman was tiny, maybe only five-foot-three, but she carried a presence that inspired others to do their best.
At five past ten there were seven board members present, and Chayton Liechty slipped in right before Britta called the meeting to order. As a high school teacher and lacrosse coach at Echo Ridge High, his insight had proved valuable to integrate students’ needs into the library.
“Thank you all for coming today. We have several things to go over, so I printed these agendas.” Britta passed the papers around the table. “First, the book drive kicks off tomorrow. Our goal is to bring in five thousand books. Many of those books will be sold to our patrons through our revolving bookstore so that we can purchase new releases.”
“Do you have the manpower to sort through five thousand books?” Fay asked.
“We have all year to get through them,” Britta answered. “We store the extra boxes in the basement and put new ones out each month. I’ve made a request from the city for another part-time librarian who might help with that, but they’re waiting to see how the fundraiser goes because the lift project is not optional.”
Kirke nodded. “That thing is way past due for an update.”
“We also have
the white noise speakers, moving the children’s section downstairs, purchasing new stacks to fill the space that creates…” Britta held up her fingers as she ticked off each item. “…a new computer table, and furniture for the children’s section.”
“Wow, this will be like a whole new library once you’re finished,” Shennedy said.
Britta beamed. “That’s the plan.”
“How much do we need to earn from the fundraiser to cover all of these projects?” Chayton asked.
Britta knew the amount, $23,583.07, to the penny. But she was hesitant to voice the total. It sounded outrageous. She swallowed, looking at the expectant faces of the library board; then she smiled. “This year we have a lot more going for us than the community has seen. My goal is to reach $25,000 with all projects combined.”
Shennedy clapped her hands, but Kirke’s mouth dropped open. Shennedy patted him on the arm. “Don’t worry. With Armand coming, it’ll blow our celebration through the roof. People are going to be driving in from all over New York to see him.”
The board members continued to discuss how they could meet their goals and several of them seemed worried about the amount needed. Ideas were shared about cutting back in order to get the most vital things the library needed. A healthy debate ensued with each person noting how valid all of the items on Britta’s list were and the dilemma they faced.
Britta didn’t let the scary amount of money derail the meeting. She continued on. “In the meantime, if you could take ten posters each and place them around town, I’d appreciate it. These have all the dates and info about our fundraiser, Armand’s visit, and the Harvest Hurrah.” She passed out a sheaf of glossy posters to each board member.
“Good work, Britta,” Chayton said. “I’ll post some of these at the high school.”
“Thank you for your help. The city of Echo Ridge is depending on us to meet our goals, so no pressure.” She smiled. “I’ll see you next week.”
BRITTA WAITED UNTIL THE LAST board member had left before she chanced coming down the stairs— she didn’t want to answer one more question about the huge amount they needed to earn for the library. She hefted the remaining posters, probably fifty of them, and mentally strolled through Echo Ridge, thinking of where she might hang them. A tension headache was building behind her eyes, and she didn’t think she could handle one more request for the Harvest Hurrah. Britta clutched her posters and stopped just short of tripping over Emma Turner's darling girls. “Hello, Emma.”
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