Lauraine Henderson began writing as a child,
poems and journaling, until babies, building houses, and bookkeeping jobs
usurped her world. Now, well established in Oregon and with the children grown,
she devotes her time to writing her favorite genre, clean romance.Â
life experience translate into plots, calamities, and happily-ever-afters as
she writes her inspirational and romantic stories about fictional people who
seem so real, youâ€™ll want to know what happens after the book ends!
been offered the chance to take over the Lazy Daisy Inn and Campground so their
respective grandparents, the current owners, can retire and marry. It seems all
too easy for Ally and Gavin to prove themselves during the six-month probationary
period until theyâ€™re fighting disasters at the campground and failing at
over-optimistic baking expectations.
As Ally and Gavin slowly explore their growing attraction, they help each other
fight fires, endure raging storms, and share a few passionate kisses. But
thereâ€™s more than fires to fight when Allyâ€™s grandfather disapproves of their
budding romance and Ally is convinced Gavin has a girlfriend in the wingsâ€¦a
girlfriend expecting his baby!
Ride along as the two unlikely innkeepers figure out how they fit in their new
life and learn the lesson taught by the Daisies in the Driveway.
Ally to enter before him. She couldnâ€™t help noticing that even though heâ€™d
dressed down in jeans, he still smelled intoxicating, like the buttoned-up
lawyer she had met only a few weeks ago. The room looked strange and not at all
like the fantastical space she remembered. The old, worn open beams of the
stick-framed roof were the same grizzled brown, nails pinned haphazardly,
reminiscent of artwork hanging on wire strung between them, and to the side,
under the slant of the roof, sat a small twin-sized bed with the familiar faded
floral quilt from her youth. An adequate chest of drawers guarded the new
partition. Although small, the room gave every appearance of an old attic and
certainly the space would be enough for the short amount of time she would need
it. The only thing out of place was the half-window at the end of the
unfinished wall. Ally laughed out loud at the sheetrock, nailed and taped, but
wanted to know if it was a mirror image of hers.
and opened his door, stepping aside once again for Ally to enter. Sure enough,
his room was an exact duplicate in reverse, including the odd-looking
half-window at the end of the new wall. Except his side didnâ€™t even have the
sheetrock; only wall studs with the back of her roomâ€™s sheetrock to separate
the two spaces. His dresser was also standing against the partition, but a
different style than hers, and his bed was covered in a faded quilt of the
American flag. Altogether, the whole room appeared terribly small for someone
of Gavinâ€™s height.
laughter that jumped from her lips. â€œPrivacy without secrets.â€
other, but we could speak in our normal voices and be heard.â€
burning into hers, and agreed. â€œNeither do I.â€
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