Table Of ContentPraise for the novels of
SHERRYL WOODS
“Sherryl Woods delivers the goods again with a goofy screwball Southern
contemporary romance. It’s kind of like a sloe gin fizz—bubbly and sweet with a
little bit of a kick.”
—RT Book Reviews on Amazing Gracie
“Amazing Gracie is one of those wonderful books whose characters, setting and
plot combine to produce a 24-karat-gold reading experience.”
—RT Book Reviews
“Sherryl Woods writes emotionally satisfying novels about family, friendship
and home. Truly feel-great reads!”
—#1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber
“Warm, complex, and satisfying.”
—Library Journal on Harbor Lights
“Sparks fly in a lively tale that is overflowing with family conflict and warmth
and the possibility of rekindled love.”
—Library Journal on Flowers on Main
“The Inn At Eagle Point is the first book in another guaranteed-to-be-a-
blockbuster series by Sherryl Woods.”
—Romance Reviews Today
“Launching the Chesapeake Shores series, Woods (Welcome to Serenity) creates
an engrossing…family drama.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Compulsively readable…Woods’s novel easily rises above hot-button topics to
tell a universal tale of friendship’s redemptive power.”
—Publishers Weekly on Mending Fences
Also by USA TODAY and New York Times bestselling author Sherryl Woods
HARBOR LIGHTS†
FLOWERS ON MAIN†
THE INN AT EAGLE POINT†
WELCOME TO SERENITY*
SEAVIEW INN
MENDING FENCES
FEELS LIKE FAMILY*
A SLICE OF HEAVEN*
STEALING HOME*
WAKING UP IN CHARLESTON
FLIRTING WITH DISASTER
THE BACKUP PLAN
DESTINY UNLEASHED
FLAMINGO DINER
ALONG CAME TROUBLE**
ASK ANYONE**
ABOUT THAT MAN**
ANGEL MINE
AFTER TEX
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HOME IN CAROLINA,
available April 2010
New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling Author
SHERRYL WOODS
Amazing Gracie
Dear Friends,
People often ask me if, after more than a hundred books, I have a favorite. Most
of the time I swear it’s whatever just came out or whatever I’m working on at the
moment, because that’s usually true. However, my next thought is almost always
Amazing Gracie.
When this book first came out more than ten years ago, it was an RT Book
Reviews Top Pick. The same magazine later named Amazing Gracie as one of
the top two hundred books during its twenty years of publication. I wish I could
say exactly what combination of plot and character came together to make this
book so special, but I have no idea. It was just one of those serendipitous things
authors wish would happen with every single book.
Of course, the fictional setting is very special to me. It was the first mainstream
book to be based on my favorite summer town of Colonial Beach, Virginia,
which later provided yet another fictional setting for the Trinity Harbor trilogy.
The heroine, Gracie MacDougal, still has a place in my heart. And the hero—oh,
my—Kevin Patrick Daniels combines just about everything I love about laid-
back, generous, contrary and caring Southern men.
I’m so delighted to have Amazing Gracie back in print for a whole new
audience. I hope you’ll fall in love with the town, Kevin and Gracie as others
have before. Welcome to Seagull Point!
Looking ahead to later this spring, I’ll be taking you back to Serenity, South
Carolina, for three more books with the Sweet Magnolias. The new trilogy will
begin with Ty and Annie’s long-awaited story, Home in Carolina. I hope you’ll
be watching for it.
All best,
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
1
W
alking briskly through the small, elegant lobby of the Maison de Sol in
Cannes, Gracie MacDougal noted every tiny detail, from the single wilted
daffodil in the lavish arrangement of spring flowers to the fingerprints on the
beveled glass in the double mahogany doors. She plucked the offending flower
from the arrangement, then beckoned to the young man working behind the
reception desk. André was one of her best, most dutiful employees. They’d
become friends. Someday, she was sure, he’d replace her.
“André, call housekeeping at once, s’il vous plait. Take care of that window.”
“Of course, madame,” he said dutifully, then discreetly studied the glass to
figure out what was wrong with it.
“Fingerprints,” Gracie said, grinning at him.
He peered more closely at the decorative windowpane. “Ah,” he said when he
discovered them.
“You’ll learn, André. You’ll learn. Our guests expect perfection down to the
tiniest detail.”
“Our guests, madame, or you?”
“Perhaps you’re right,” she conceded. “If I’m doing my job, then the guests
will take it for granted. I only wish…”
“What?” André asked, regarding her intently. “What it is that you wish?”
“I only wish our new boss cared more about the details than the bottom line.”
“Monsieur Devereaux is a bit of a…What is it they say in America, a suit?”
Gracie fought a chuckle and lost. “That he is, André. He is a bit of a suit.”
Handsome, distinguished, and annoying, Maximillian Devereaux was, in
Gracie’s opinion, more of an accountant than a hotelier. If the books balanced,
he wouldn’t care if there was a layer of dust an inch thick on the gleaming
antique tabletops in the lobby. His attitude and the battles it engendered were
beginning to take a toll.
He was the third CEO of Worldwide Hotels in the last five years. He’d been
brought in to improve the bottom line after Worldwide was acquired by a larger
chain to add some class to its image. Though Worldwide continued to operate as
a separate division with its own corporate identity, in Gracie’s view the small
chain of exclusive, luxury inns was in serious danger of losing its reputation and
its clientele. The wilted daffodil in her hand was symptomatic of the problem.
Less than an hour later, after inspecting every nook and cranny of the hotel,
she dropped the flower on Max’s desk and said just that. He peered down his
long, aristocratic nose at her, glanced at the broken petals, then sighed with
evident exasperation.
“What is it now, Ms. MacDougal?” he asked, as always reverting to formality
to indicate his own annoyance with her.
“The flowers weren’t changed this morning as they should have been,” she
said.
“There is no need to change them daily. We’ve discussed that. Every three
days will be sufficient and will cut the flower budget by two-thirds.”
“And our guests will find wilted flowers in the lobby and assume that if we no
longer care about appearances in such a public area, we will be even more
careless in places they don’t see, such as the kitchen. Details like this make a
lasting impression. If you doubt it, check the reservation book.”
“We’re booked solid for the next month.”
“And this time last year we were booked solid for six months in advance,” she
countered. “At this rate, we’ll have rooms available for every Tom, Dick and
Harry who forgot to book a reservation before leaving the States.”
“Don’t exaggerate, Gracie.”
“It’s true.” She studied Max intently. “You really don’t see it, do you? You
don’t see what you’re doing to this hotel, to this entire chain.”
“Have dinner with me tonight and explain it,” he suggested.
This time she was the one who sighed in exasperation. The man was
relentless, when it came down to something he wanted, namely her. On paper,
she and Max Devereaux were a perfect match. They were both tall—even at five
eight, she barely reached his chin. Max had dashing, Cary Grant looks. Gracie
prided herself on her polished, classic appearance. Max’s intelligence, his quick
rise in the international hotel industry paralleled hers.
But the man had no real passion for it. It was all numbers to him. Gracie cared
about the guests and their comfort, the lasting impression they would take home
with them. Max worried only about the size of their bill.
No, she concluded. It would never have worked. He was certainly bright
enough to have figured that out for himself, but his masculine ego kept him in
the game. With another man, the unwanted attention might have bordered on
harassment, but there’d never once, in any way, been a hint that Gracie’s job
hinged on whether she said yes or no. Asking was just something Max did,
pretty much like breathing.
“Max, I will not have dinner with you,” she told him for the umpteenth time.
“Not tonight, not ever. How many times do I have to say it?”
