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Tia Gets a Second Chance at Love When an Old Crush Suddenly ReappearsTia D'Amico is thrilled to move to San Francisco to help her aunt transform an old luxury yacht into an upscale floating restaurant. What's not to love? Sunset dinner cruises, upscale wedding receptions--the possibilities are endless and far more appetizing than staying in a monotonous job in her Podunk hometown. Besides, some of her best memories are tied to San Francisco--especially the memory of Leo Parker, her crush from a long-ago sailing camp.When the self same Leo Parker turns out to be the yacht's captain, Tia is floating on air. But will it all come crashing down around her when she discovers his heart belongs to someone else?Get ready for a romantic summer in San Francisco, where the future glistens brighter than the bay at sunset.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	07 juin 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781493404124
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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© 2016 by Carlson Management, Inc.
Published by Revell
a division of Baker Publishing Group
P.O. Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287
www.revellbooks.com
Ebook edition created 2016
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4934-0412-4
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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Praise for Once Upon a Summertime
“A hardworking girl finds her happily-ever-after ending in Melody Carlson’s heartwarming tale. Readers will cheer Anna’s journey as a summer of new beginnings becomes a summer of unexpected love.”
— Lisa Wingate , bestselling author of The Prayer Box and The Story Keeper
“Carlson ( The Christmas Joy Ride ) kicks off her new series with this heartwarming and uplifting novel about taking a chance on fulfilling your dreams. Carlson’s fairy-tale romance is not without its ups and downs, but readers will root for her likable protagonists to find their happy ending. A pleasant summer escape for readers of new adult fiction and contemporary romance.”
— Library Journal
“Sweet, romantic, and endlessly entertaining, this romp through the storied streets of New York City will enchant readers. Melody Carlson has created characters so charming that readers will long to meet them in the lobby of the stunning Rothsberg Hotel.”
— Christian Manifesto
“In this the first in the Follow Your Heart series, Carlson takes readers to New York City and the exciting world of starting and running a hotel. Anna is an enchanting character, and the romance develops naturally. Overall, this is a fun new series.”
— RT Book Reviews
“This perfect summer read for a day at the beach is sure to fill many readers’ summers.”
— CBA Retailers + Resources
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Tia D ’ Amico was sick of pasta. Not sick of consuming it—no self-respecting member of an Italian family would admit to as much. She was tired of making it. Whether it was fettuccine, tortellini, rigatoni, cannelloni, or even today’s special—ravioli filled with spinach, ricotta, and morel mushrooms—she’d grown weary of the process. That was embarrassing to admit. Especially when she used to love the sweet simplicity of mixing semolina and eggs and watching the shiny machine do its magic until the dough was just right, followed by the process of rolling, pressing, molding, cutting, drying, and finally serving up the pasta to the restaurant’s appreciative guests. Pasta used to make her happy.
“This is not why I went to culinary arts school,” she told her uncle as he carried a crate of seafood into the kitchen. Uncle Tony was her father’s brother as well as her boss and favorite uncle. With his dark grisly beard and faded denim shirt, he looked more like a crusty fisherman than a prosperous restaurateur, but there was no one better to teach her the ropes of the restaurant business than her uncle.
Her short-term plan, after graduating, had been to return to her hometown in Norton, Washington, and to work at D’Amico’s for a season or two. Long enough to build up her résumé, and then she’d move on to something bigger and better. Unfortunately, nothing bigger or better had surfaced in the two years she’d been here. But, to be fair, with all the hours she was putting in at the popular Italian restaurant, she had little time to job hunt—or have a life.
“Why did you go to cooking school?” Uncle Tony dropped the crate onto the maple butcher block with a loud thud. “You were on your way to becoming a perfectly good chef before you went off to that fancy-dancy school in Seattle. And what you didn’t know, I was happy to teach you. If you ask me, cara mia , you just wasted a bunch of your papa’s hard-earned money on a silly pedigree.”
“It’s not a pedigree.” She wrinkled her nose at him as she rolled the cutter across the pasta dough. “I’m not a poodle.”
“Getting generous with your filling there.” He poked a puffy ravioli square. “Trying to make me go broke? Put me out of business?”
“Yeah, right.” She laughed. “Like that’s going to happen.” It was no secret that D’Amico’s was the most popular restaurant in the small town in northern Washington. Tia’s great-grandparents had started it with only eight small tables shortly before World War II. Since that time it had more than quadrupled in size, and when Uncle Tony retired next year and his son Marcus took his place, it would become a fourth-generation business.
“Phone for Tia,” Marcus called from the dining room. “It’s Aunt Julie on line two.”
“Aunt Julie?” Uncle Tony frowned as Tia reached for the kitchen phone. “My baby sister is calling to talk to you , not her big brother?”
Tia made a face at her uncle as she greeted her aunt. “Uncle Tony is about to throw a knife at me if you don’t at least say hello.”
“Tell big bro hey for me. Give him my love, then tell him I called to talk to you .”
Tia relayed this information, then asked Julie, “What’s up?”
“Well, Roland’s father passed on a couple months ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Tia told her. “I hadn’t heard. Give Roland my love.”
“Thank you. But it’s not like we were surprised. Roland’s dad was pretty old. He’d enjoyed a good full life. Really, that’s not why I’m calling you, Tia. Here’s the deal . . . Roland’s dad left us a boat.”
“A boat?” Tia used her free hand to run the cutter between the ravioli squares. Julie had called to talk about a boat?
“Not just any boat. It’s this beautiful luxury yacht. Well, actually it’s a luxury yacht in need of some TLC, but that’s another thing. The real reason I’m calling you is because Roland has given the yacht to me, and I would like to turn it into a restaurant.”
“A restaurant?” Tia stopped cutting ravioli.
“A really upscale restaurant with sunset dinner cruises and birthday parties and anniversaries and weddings and all sorts of fun events.”
Tia felt her interest rise. “You’d run this floating restaurant on the San Francisco Bay?”
“That’s my plan.”
“Wow, that sounds really fun.”
“I know! And I got to thinking I’d need a top-notch chef, and I remembered how you graduated from that culinary school last year. I got to thinking you might be just the ticket.”
“Seriously? You’d consider me for a position like that?”
Uncle Tony stopped sorting the shrimp, pausing to scowl at Tia.
“Absolutely. The thing is, I need more than just a chef, Tia. At least to start with. I need someone with youth and ideas and lots of energy. Someone to help me get things going, to assist me in getting the boat set up as a lovely restaurant. Do you think you’d be interested?”
“Of course!”
“When can you come down here?”
“I don’t know.” Tia covered the mouthpiece on the phone. “Julie is offering me a job. She’s starting a restaurant. She wants to know when I can start.”
Uncle Tony just shook his head in a defeated way. “When does she need you?”
“When do you need me?” Tia asked.
“Is now too soon?” Julie giggled. “Tony will kill me.”
Tia looked at Uncle Tony. “She says ‘now.’”
Uncle Tony rolled his eyes. “My baby sister knows I could never say no to her. Better go home and pack your bags, cara mia .”
“Uncle Tony is telling me to go home and pack!” Tia exclaimed.
“Fabulous! Call me back when you get home, and we’ll go over the details. I’ll start looking for flights. Do you really think you can leave right away?”
“No reason I can’t.”
“Great! My goal is to get the restaurant running by midsummer. Roland thinks I’m crazy, but I think it could happen. Anyway, you better let me talk to my big brother before you hang up. I have a feeling I owe him big-time.”
Tia handed the phone to Uncle Tony. And as she continued to happily cut the ravioli, she listened to her uncle making a huge pretense of grumbling and complaining, acting like Julie was stealing the best cook he’d ever had and going on about how it would ruin his business. It was all baloney, but he seemed to be enjoying it. Besides, maybe it took leaving a job to get the appreciation you deserved. Tia wasn’t even sure she cared right now. The good news was that she was getting out of this little Podunk town! Life was suddenly good!
She’d only been to San Francisco once before, but she had fallen in love with the unique city on the bay. She’d been sixteen when Aunt Julie had invited her down there for the summer. Tia had known her parents’ marriage was on the brink just then. But she’d pretended to be oblivious during her visit at Julie’s. It was easier. And she’d suspected her aunt’s generous hospitality was an attempt to give Tia’s parents a chance to work things out without an observer around. But by the time Tia got home, it was over. Mom moved on to a new life in Florida. It had been just Tia and Dad since then, although her dad had started dating someone last year. Maybe their romance would progress better if Tia was out of the picture.
“You’re still here?” Uncle Tony feigned surprise as he hung up the phone. “I thought you’d be on your way to the airport by now.”
“You don’t really want me to quit today, do you?” She peered curiously at his gruff, unshaven face. Her uncle was like a lobster—hard and crusty on the outside but soft and sweet underneath.
He shrugged. “Maybe finish the raviolis first.”
“Se