Romance, Women's Fiction
A Seashell Cottage Book
Publisher: Wild Quail Publishing
Release Date: June 11, 2019
Emerson âEmâ Jordan always wanted a Valentineâs Day wedding. But after being dumped by her boyfriend, she spends the holiday at Seashell Cottage on the Gulf Coast of Florida with Devin Gerard, a family friend who has no interest in her or any other woman and is instead concentrating on his pediatric medical practice and continuing medical missions in Costa Rica.
Em, whoâs always wanted a large family, doesnât mind his disinterest. At thirty-two, sheâs decided she doesnât need a husband to have a child or to adopt one. First, sheâs going to fulfill her dream of setting up her own landscape design business in upstate New York and has promised to continue to help run her grandmotherâs flower shop.
It isnât until Em and Devin become friends that Em realizes she might want more than friendship from him. But with his work in Miami and Costa Rica and her busy life in New York, itâs out of the question until something happens that changes everything, even a couple of hearts.
Emerson âEmâ Jordan closed her eyes as the sound of the music enveloped her in a cloud of happiness. She was taking part in her sisterâs wedding at a resort along the Gulf Coast of Florida, but in her mind, it might as well be her own celebration. The dreamy man holding her hadnât proposed yet, but she was pretty sure he soon would. Sheâd dropped all kinds of hints about a Valentine engagement and a wedding a year later on Valentineâs Day. It had been a dream of hers from the time she was a girl.
In a burst of noise, the image of dancing disappeared. Em sat bolt upright in bed and stared out her bedroom window. Through the glass she saw a colorful display of fireworks, and then she heard another loud bang.
Em lowered her head into her hands and sobbed as she recalled what had happened earlier that evening. The Fourth of July picnic turned into a disaster when her boyfriend, Jared King, had announced he needed to talk to her about something important. When she saw his serious expression and how he was shuffling his feet, a nervous habit of his, her stomach did a somersault. Sheâd watched her family and friends head out to walk the four blocks to the town park to watch the fireworks and wished she could run after them.
As he studied her, Jared took a deep breath and let it out slowly. â Like I said, we need to talk. I canât do this any longer. I love you, Em, I do, but Iâm not in love with you. Itâs time to call it quits.â
She lifted a hand to her cheek as if heâd slapped her and reeled away from him. âYouâre breaking up with me? Like this?â
He sighed. âItâs not working. And itâs not going to.â
Shocked, she stared at him wide eyed, certain she was about to throw up. She staggered over to one of the picnic tables set up in her parentsâ backyard and plopped down on the bench beside it. Bending over, Em put her head between her legs hoping to stop the world around her from spinning.
âAre you all right?â Jared asked, standing a safe distance from her.
Anger straightened her. âIâm not all right, Jared King! You just broke my heart! Iâm not sure Iâll ever be all right again!â
âIâm sorry, Em. I really am.â Heâd simply turned and walked away, leaving her to clutch her body, too weak to run after him, her dreams scattered around her like crushed blossoms.
For the next few weeks, Em managed to continue working at the familyâs flower shop, but, in truth, she barely functioned. Jagged edges of her broken heart kept poking her insides, taking away her breath, stealing the cheerfulness she usually wore like a comfortable old sweater to protect her. Not even the sweet smell of freesia in the flower shop could chase away the pain of Jaredâs words. It was a good thing that Jared lived in New York City, an hour away. She couldnât bear to see him.
She returned to her task of putting together a basket of summer wild flowers. She loved making things look as natural as possible, and woven baskets were good containers for the colorful blooms.
âHow are you coming with the Williams order?â her grandmother, Julia Jordan, asked as she entered the work area.
âAlmost done,â Em said, standing back to appraise the placement of flowers.
âLooks wonderful, sweetheart.â After the death of her husband many years ago, her grandmother had opened the flower shop sheâd named Rainbowâs End in their small, upstate town of Ellenton, New York. In her late sixties, Julia was still an attractive woman with gray hair cut in a bob, sparkling eyes, and a face that reflected beauty enhanced by her inner peace. Em smiled. Of all the people in the family, her grandmother understood her best. Two optimists who came together. Didnât the name of her flower shop say it all?
Later, as Em was putting together a bouquet for a husband to send as a surprise to his wife, she couldnât hold back the question that had been gnawing at her insides. âGran, Jared told me he loved me, but he wasnât in love with me.â It still hurt to say the words.
Her grandmotherâs blue-eyed gaze, so like her own, rested on her thoughtfully. âHe wasnât the right man. Donât worry. You have time.â
âBut, Gran, Iâll be thirty-two next spring! And every man I meet ends up being wrong for me. First, there was Garrett. He turned out to be gay, for heavenâs sake.â
Gran clucked her tongue. âThe opera singer in New York was the hardest for me to imagine your marrying. Imagine him already married to a concert pianist on tour!â
âYeah, that was another bad time. Heâd told me he was lonely. I thought it was because he was living so far away from family. I didnât imagine him having a wife. Neither he nor news releases ever mentioned it.â
Gran placed a hand on Emâs shoulder. âIâm so glad you agreed to come back to Ellenton to live. The trouble with you, Emerson, is you want to believe only the best in everybody in every aspect of your life. That makes you a special person, but one who is bound to get hurt.â
âI know everyone teases me about being a Pollyanna, but Iâd prefer to live happily rather than face doom and gloom all the time.â
Gran drew her into a hug. âMaybe itâs time for you to have a change of heart, become a little more careful, more realistic. Nothing too drastic, mind you.â
Em laid the red rose in her hand on the workbench. âAre you saying itâs time for me to grow up?â
âIn a way,â she said kindly, brushing Emâs long, blond hair away from her face. âYou and I, weâre two of a kind. We dream of what could be without seeing things as they really are. Who knew my husband would die at a young age, leaving me with a young son to raise and no money?â
âIâm glad you decided to open a flower shop. I love it.â Em drew a shaky breath. âBut, Gran, I hope you understand I canât go through Valentineâs Day working here. Thatâs when Jared was supposed to propose to me.â
âNo worries. I already figured that out. Besides, my neighbor, Marilyn, needs to find a job. I promised Iâd hire her on a part-time basis, thinking if she worked out, Iâd bring her on board full-time before the holidays. That will give you a chance to start thinking about opening the landscape design business youâve been talking about.â
Relief sprinted through Em. Sheâd never want to hurt her grandmother, but no way, no how could she endure making beautiful bouquets, lovely nosegays, or single-rose love letters of her own design for others during the romantic time of Valentineâs Day.
About the Author
Judith Keim enjoyed her childhood and young-adult years in Elmira, New York, and now makes her home in Boise, Idaho, with her husband and their two dachshunds, Winston and Wally, and other members of her family.
While growing up, she was drawn to the idea of writing stories from a young age. Books were always present, being read, ready to go back to the library, or about to be discovered. All in her family shared information from the books in general conversation, giving them a wealth of knowledge and vivid imaginations.
A hybrid author who both has a publisher and self-publishes, Ms. Keim writes heart-warming novels about women who face unexpected challenges, meet them with strength, and find love and happiness along the way. Her best-selling books are based, in part, on many of the places she's lived or visited and on the interesting people she's met, creating believable characters and realistic settings her many loyal readers love. Ms. Keim loves to hear from her readers and appreciates their enthusiasm for her stories.