Savor the Moment (Bride Quartet, Band 3) - Softcover

Buch 3 von 4: Bride Quartet

Roberts, Nora

 
9780515150971: Savor the Moment (Bride Quartet, Band 3)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0515150975 ISBN 13: 9780515150971
Verlag: Berkley, 2012

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New love takes the cake in the third novel in #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts's Bride Quartet.

Wedding baker Laurel McBane is surrounded by romance working at Vows wedding planning company with her best friends Parker, Emma, and Mac. But she's too low-key to appreciate all the luxuries that their clients seem to long for. What she does appreciate is a strong, intelligent man, a man just like Parker's older brother Delaney, on whom she's had a mega-crush since childhood. 

But some infatuations last longer than others, and Laurel is convinced that the Ivy League lawyer is still out of her reach. Plus, Del is too protective of Laurel to ever cross the line with her-or so she thinks. When Laurel's quicksilver moods get the better of her-leading to an angry, hot, all-together mind-blowing kiss with Del—she'll have to quiet the doubts in her mind to turn a moment of passion into forever...


Don't miss the other books in the Bride Quartet
Vision in White
Bed of Roses
Happy Ever After

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Nora Roberts is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels. She is also the author of the bestselling In Death series written under the pen name J. D. Robb. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print.

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Chapter One



Alone, with Norah Jones whispering through the iPod,Laurel transformed a panel of fondant into a swatch of elegant,edible lace. She didn’t hear the music, used it more to fill the airthan as entertainment while she painstakingly pieced the completedpanel onto the second tier of four.

She stepped back to eye the results, to circle, to search for flaws.Vows’ clients expected perfect, and that’s exactly what she intendedto deliver. Satisfied, she nodded, and picked up a bottle of water tosip while she stretched her back.

“Two down, two to go.”

She glanced toward the board where she’d pinned various samplesof antique lace, and the final sketched design for the cake Fridayevening’s bride had approved.

She had three more designs to complete: two for Saturday, onefor Sunday—but that was nothing new. June at Vows, the weddinga nd event business she ran with her friends, was prime time.

In a handful of years, they’d turned an idea into a thriving enterprise.Sometimes just a little too thriving, she mused, which waswhy she was making fondant lace at nearly one in the morning.

It was a very good thing, she decided. She loved the work.

They all had their passions. Emma had the flowers, Mac the photography,Parker the details. And she had the cakes. And the pastries,she thought, and the chocolates. But the cakes stood as the crowningtouch.

She got back to it, began to roll out the next panel. Followinghabit, she’d clipped her sunny blond hair up and back out of herway. Cornstarch dusted the baker’s apron she wore over cottonpants and tee, and the slide-on kitchen shoes kept her feet as comfortableas possible after hours of standing. Her hands, strong fromyears of kneading, rolling, lifting, were capable and quick. As shebegan the next pattern, her sharp-featured, angular face set in seriouslines.

Perfection wasn’t simply a goal when it came to her art. ForIcing at Vows it was a necessity. The wedding cake was more thanbaking and piping, sugar paste and filling. Just as the wedding photosMac took were more than pictures, and the arrangements andbouquets Emma created more than flowers. The details and schedulesand wishes Parker put together were, in the end, bigger thanthe sum of their parts.

Together, the elements became a once-in-a-lifetime event, andthe celebration of the journey two people chose to make together.

Romantic, certainly, and Laurel believed in romance. In theory,anyway. More, she believed in symbols and celebrations. And in areally fabulous cake.

Her expression softened into pleasure as she completed thethird tier, and her deep blue eyes warmed as she glanced over tosee Parker hovering in the doorway.

“Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Details.” Parker circled a finger over her own head. “Couldn’tsettle. How long have you been at this tonight?”

“Awhile. I need to finish it so it can set overnight. Plus I havethe two Saturday cakes to assemble and decorate tomorrow.”

“Want company?”

They knew each other well enough that it was understood ifLaurel said no, there’d be no off ense. And often, when deep in work,no was the answer.

“Sure.”

“I love the design.” Parker, as Laurel had, circled the cake. “Thedelicacy of the white on white, the interest of the diff erent heightsof each tier—and the intricacy of each. They really do look like differentpanels of lace. Old-fashioned, vintage, that’s our bride’s theme.You’ve nailed it with this.”

“We’re going to do pale blue ribbon around the pedestal,” Laurelsaid as she started on the next panel. “And Emma’s going to scatterwhite rose petals at the base. It’s going to be a winner.”

“The bride’s been good to work with.”

Comfortable in her pajamas, her long brown hair loose ratherthan in its work mode of sleek tail or smooth chignon, Parker puton the kettle for tea. One of the perks of running the business outof her home, and of having Laurel living there—with Emma andParker right on the estate as well—were these late-night visits.

“She knows her mind,” Laurel commented, choosing a tool toscallop the edges of the panel. “But she’s open to suggestion, and sofar hasn’t been insane. If she makes it through the next twenty-fourthat way, she’ll definitely earn Vows’ coveted Good Bride status.”

“They looked happy and relaxed tonight at rehearsal, and that’sa good sign.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Laurel continued the pattern with precisely placedeyelets and dots. “So, again, why aren’t you in bed?”

Parker sighed as she heated a little teapot. “I think I was havinga moment. I was unwinding with a glass of wine out on my terrace.I could see Mac’s place, and Emma’s. The lights were on inboth houses, and I could smell the gardens. It was so quiet, sopretty. The lights went off —Emma’s first, and a little while after,Mac’s. I thought how we’re planning Mac’s wedding, and thatEmma just got engaged. And all the times we played Wedding Day,the four of us, when we were kids. Now it’s real. I sat there in thequiet and the dark, and found myself wishing my parents could behere to see it. To see what we’ve done here, and who we are now.I got stuck.” She paused to measure out tea. “Between being sadthey’re gone and being happy because I know they’d be proud ofme. Of us.”

“I think about them a lot. We all do.” Laurel continued to work.“Because they were such an essential part of our lives, and becausethere are so many memories of them here. So I know what youmean by being stuck.”

“They’d get a kick out of Mac and Carter, out of Emma andJack, wouldn’t they?”

“Yeah, they would. And what we’ve done here, Parker? It rocks.They’d get a kick out of that, too.”

“I’m lucky you were up working.” Parker poured hot waterinto the pot. “You’ve settled me down.”

“Here to serve. I’ll tell you who else is lucky, and that’s Friday’sbride. Because this cake?” She blew stray hair out of her eyes as shenodded smugly. “It kicks major ass. And when I do the crown,angels will weep with joy.”

Parker set the pot aside to steep. “Really, Laurel, you need totake more pride in your work.”

Laurel grinned. “Screw the tea. I’m nearly done here. Pour mea glass of wine.”

In the morning, after a solid six hours’ sleep, Laurel got ina quick session at the gym before dressing for the workday. She’dbe chained in her kitchen for the bulk of it, but before that routinebegan, there was the summit meeting that prefaced every event.

Laurel dashed downstairs from her third-floor wing to the mainlevel of the sprawling house, and back to the family kitchen whereMrs. Grady was putting a fruit platter together.

“Morning, Mrs. G.”

Mrs. Grady arched her eyebrows. “You look feisty.”

“Feel feisty. Feel righteous.” Laurel fisted both hands, flexed hermuscles. “Want coff ee. Much.”

“Parker’s taken the coff ee up already. You can take this fruit, andthe pastries. Eat some of that fruit. A day shouldn’t start with aDanish.”

“Yes, ma’am. Anyone else here yet?”

“Not yet, but I saw Jack’s truck leave a bit...

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Verlag
Berkley
Erscheinungsdatum
2012
Sprache
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ISBN 13 
9780515150971
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