Secrets from a Happy Marriage by Maisey Yates
English | 2020 | Romance | ePUB | 2.2 MB
New York Times bestselling author Maisey Yates’s new novel introduces the women of the Lighthouse Inn B&B. They might not have it all together, but this summer, they’ll discover that together, they might still have it all…
Rachel Henderson’s family is falling apart. Becoming a widow—especially at this age—is heartbreaking. With her teenage daughter, Emma, leaving soon for college, Rachel needs a friend—but local diner owner Adam is the last person she ever thought she’d lean on.
From the outside, her little sister, Anna, has a picture-perfect marriage. But the weight of it is suffocating her. The only way for her to breathe again comes at a high price, one she’s not so sure she can pay.
After raising two daughters on her own, their mother, Wendy, knows just how hard life can be. She’s done things she’s not proud of, things she desperately wants to keep from her girls—until keeping quiet is no longer an option.
As long-held secrets bubble up and their old lives unravel, this family will need all their strength to start again and open their hearts up to the possibility of more. But most of all, they’ll need each other…
She was having more trouble finding something personal from the time the inn had been a dorm, but she was confident she could find something. A little piece from that unique time.
She took the bottle of furniture polish off the coffee table and began to condition the wood pieces in the room.
This place was her pride and joy. Her salvation.
Thirty-three years ago she’d found herself single, with two daughters and no idea what she’d wanted from life with her ex gone for good.
She had been waiting tables, hoarding the small amount of money she’d gotten from her ex, and trying to stretch it all, worrying every night how it could continue. How she was going to find a way to keep a roof over their heads, to make her girls happy.
She had been frayed down to her soul and the idea of just getting by—after so many years of living a life she hadn’t been happy in—had made her want to walk into the sea and let the water wash over her head.
Then she’d heard an ad on the radio that had sounded to Wendy like the voice of God.
The United States Forest Service wanted to turn the Lighthouse at Cape Hope, just outside the town of Sunset Bay, Oregon, into a bed-and-breakfast. And they were running a contest to find an innkeeper.
Someone who could restore the place and find a way to make it attractive to tourists. Someone who could bring in revenue, both for themself and the department.
The time was almost up for the contest.
Wendy wrote a letter with shaking hands and more passion than skill. Then she’d bundled up baby Anna and six-year-old Rachel in their old car, and driven to Sunset Bay all the way from Medford.
She’d slid the letter under the door with a voiceless prayer. And then she’d spent the last ten dollars in her purse buying ice cream while she sat there with a stomach churning from hunger, and nerves.
Somehow, she’d won.
Somehow, they’d seen that a single mother who had two of the most precious incentives a person could ask for would be the one to make this place special.
And she had.
For six months she’d worked without pay. They’d bought necessities with her settlement, their lodging part and parcel of their role as innkeepers.
And Wendy had prayed harder than she ever had in her life. Because if they could make the place profitable, she could teach her daughters that you could do anything. That you could heal from any wound.
When Rick had walked away from her she’d been devastated. And she’d been afraid that having his children meant she would always live with one foot left in that life. They were pieces of him, after all.
Bit by bit that had changed. As they’d built this property it had bonded her to her girls in a way that went deep. Until they’d been knit together so tightly there was no missing piece between them. Until they were a piece of her, and this place.
As Wendy moved her rag over the banisters, making them gleam, she remembered the work she’d put in back then. How she’d spent days up on a stepladder restaining the cherry trim on every door and window frame—all hand carved in the 1800s by a German artist.