She came upon the little gray cabin suddenly. It sat on a rounded hilltop in the middle of a grassy clearing. The sun shone straight upon the tin roof without the hindrance of maple, birch, and cherry branches.
I looked over at Miller, his head still in his arms. “So his dog had the puppies?” Miller lifted his head to nod. His eyes were shining with tears. “His mama's dog, Daisy. Dill is getting to keep one of the puppies for himself.
Return to the bestselling Beach House series with Mary Alice Monroe’s tale of the struggles and triumphs of the historic Rutledge family of South Carolina. “Authentic, generous, and heartfelt” (Mary Kay Andrews, New York Times ...
This is a summer of discovery for all the women of Sea Breeze. Carson returns from Florida to face life-changing decisions, Lucille confronts a health scare, and an unexpected visitor has Harper reconsidering her life’s direction.
I painted it,” she said, surprised that, though chipped, bits of the blue color remained on the wood. “It's haint blue.” “what's haint blue?” “Remember how I was telling you about all the spiritualism and voodoo stories that grow as ...
“Well, I just love the blue you chose for the walls.” Dora discarded. “It's just the right shade. Kind of a haint blue. It will be gorgeous against the creamy-white cabinets." Harper basked in the compliment. “Thank you, partner.
And speaking of spilling over . . . the great lady's endowments were barely concealed by the lace and velvet of her eighteenth-century blue velvet gown and the rows of lustrous pearls that revealed her wealth.
... sea reflected the mood of the sky—sometimes dark, turbulent, and gloomy, other times a soft, introspective gray-blue. Today the water was the color of unbridled joy and hope, a blue so vivid the horizon line disappeared where sea ...
He had the look of a country boy. His body was lean and wiry, his face was tanned and weathered, and his hair was tawnier than brown and fell loosely at his temples. His shirt was a pale blue, open at the collar.
Toy looked at Flo's leathery, deeply lined face and her bright, spectacularly blue eyes. Ever since Miss Lovie had died, Flo had taken up the role of godmother to Toy and Little Lovie. Her advice, though often delivered with a velvet ...
Instead of the settee and armchair, a feminine antique bed with scrolls and curves was set at an angle from the windows, a soft blue patterned Persian rug at its feet. Harper sucked in her breath and walked slowly into the sunny room ...
A thin blue cotton blanket covered his father, giving him a mummy-like appearance as he lay flat, toes pointed, one arm curled oddly against his chest, the other lying still by his side. Preston seemed small.
Brady wouldn't have fired if his father hadn't pushed him to do it. But he'd do it again if he could stop the nights of fighting between his parents. Always the next morning, his mother would tell Brady that his father was a good man ...
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Very O'Keeffe-ish, but not. I really like them. Very much.” Midge felt her knees weaken with a profound relief. There had been a conspiracy of silence from the other artists during the week. She had always prided herself on her ...
Very O'Keeffe-ish, but not. I really like them. Very much.” Midge felt her knees weaken with a profound relief. There had been a conspiracy of silence from the other artists during the week. She had always prided herself on her ...
Soon the air was filled with its tantalizing aroma, luring Little Lovie into the kitchen, her stuffed turtle tucked under her arm, hair askew, and yawning. “Good morning, sunshine.” No reply. Little Lovie climbed into a chair and sat, ...
You've given everything to your job. Now you're giving everything to your mother. When are you going to take a minute to stop and look at what you need to give to yourself? Something's askew here and if you keep up that.
His hair was dark brown with curls that went askew under his cap. She couldn't remember the color of his eyes, couldn't, for that matter, remember much about him. “He's not my type,” Carson said. “You mean he's not the cool Hollywood ...
“I'm starving, so my judgment may be askew, but I do believe that's the best peach I've ever had in my life.” Flossie laughed, nodding her head with approval. “I wait all year for them and when they get here I feast.