Cilla McGowan, a former child star, has found a more satisfying life restoring homes. So she comes to Virginia's Shenandoah Valley to save the dilapidated farmhouse that once belonged to her grandmother--a legendary actress who died of an overdose more than thirty years ago.
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Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley is a long way from Hollywood. And that’s exactly how Cilla McGowan wants it. Cilla, a former child star who has found more satisfying work as a restorer of old houses, has come to her grandmother’s farmhouse, tools at her side, to rescue it from ruin. Sadly, no one... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley is a long way from Hollywood. And that’s exactly how Cilla McGowan wants it. Cilla, a former child star who has found more satisfying work as a restorer of old houses, has come to her grandmother’s farmhouse, tools at her side, to rescue it from ruin. Sadly, no one was able to save her grandmother, the legendary Janet Hardy. An actress with a tumultuous life, Janet entertained glamorous guests and engaged in decadent affairs—but died of an overdose in this very house more than thirty years earlier. To this day, Janet haunts Cilla’s dreams. And during waking hours, Cilla is haunted by her melodramatic, five-times-married mother, who carried on in the public spotlight and never gave her a chance at a normal childhood. By coming east, rolling up her sleeves, and rehabbing this wreck of a house, Cilla intends to find some kind of normalcy for herself. Plunging into the project with gusto, she’s almost too busy to notice her neighbor, graphic novelist Ford Sawyer—but his lanky form, green eyes, and easy, unflappable humor (not to mention his delightfully ugly dog, Spock) are hard to ignore. Determined not to perpetuate the family tradition of ill-fated romances, Cilla steels herself against Ford’s quirky charm, but she can’t help indulging in a little fantasy. But love and a peaceful life may not be in the cards for Cilla. In the attic, she has found a cache of unsigned letters suggesting that Janet Hardy was pregnant when she died—and that the father was a local married man. Cilla can’t help but wonder what really happened all those years ago. The mystery only deepens with a series of intimidating acts and a frightening, violent assault. And if Cilla and Ford are unable to sort out who is targeting her and why, she may—like her world-famous grandmother— be cut down in the prime of her life.
“Pull up your shirt.”“I thought you’d never ask.”“Keep your pants on. Just the shirt, Ford. I want to check out the abs.”“You’re a strange woman, Cilla.” But he pulled up his shirt.She poked a finger into his stomach. “Okay. I just wanted to be sure you actually use this equipment, and the mood striking is a side benefit rather than a purpose”Cilla and Ford
“You’re going to be my handyman?”“I’m pretty damn handy.”“Will you wear your tool belt, and a really short skirt?”“Tool belt, yes. Skirt, no.”“Damn it.”Ford and Cilla
“True or false, she'd imagined Janet Hardy, the glamorous, the tragic, the brilliant, the troubled, and enjoyed the buzz. Even icons had to get their kicks somewhere.”
“Who the hell puts a goddamn faucet over the goddamn stove?” Buddy demanded.“I don’t know. Ah, in case of fire?”“That’s a load of crap.”“It’s the best I’ve got. Is Cilla around?”“Woman’s always around. Check up in the attic. Toilets in the attic,” Buddy muttered as he went back to work. “Faucets over the stove. Want a tub in the bedroom next."“Actually, I’ve seen . . . Nothing,” Ford said when Buddy turned slitted eyes on him. “I see nothing.”Buddy and Ford
And though home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration. —CHARLES DICKENSHighlighted by 6 Kindle customers
“Of course you’ll hurt him. He’ll hurt you. It’s all part of being connected to someone. I wouldn’t want a man I couldn’t hurt. I sure as hell wouldn’t marry one who couldn’t hurt me.”Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
Better, Cilla thought, to be alone on a quiet night than to be alone in a crowd. Much better.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
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“Be my family.” He set the ring box on the table between them. “Marry me.”Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
Change your opinions, keep to your principles; Change your leaves, keep intact your roots. —VICTOR HUGOHighlighted by 4 Kindle customers
After the first couple sips, the light seemed more pleasant, and less like an alien weapon designed to blind all humankind.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
The past cannot be presented; we cannot know what we are not. But one veil hangs over the past, present, and future. —HENRY DAVID THOREAUHighlighted by 3 Kindle customers
“I find myself fascinated by a man who admits to enjoying fairy tales and uses the word ‘impinge’—and barely misses a beat while indulging in a brief girl-on-girl fantasy. You’re a man of layers, Ford.” “Me and Shrek, we’re onions.”Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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