Well Traveled - Softcover

Buch 4 von 4: Well Met

DeLuca, Jen

 
9780593200469: Well Traveled
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0593200462 ISBN 13: 9780593200469
Verlag: Penguin Publishing Group, 2022

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One of Amazon's Best Romances of December · An Indie Next Pick · A December LibraryReads Pick · A Shondaland Best Book of December 

The Renaissance Faire is on the move, and Lulu and Dex are along for the ride, in the next utterly charming rom-com from Jen DeLuca.

A high-powered attorney from a success-oriented family, Louisa "Lulu" Malone lives to work, and everything seems to be going right, until the day she realizes it’s all wrong. Lulu’s cousin Mitch introduced her to the world of Renaissance Faires, and when she spies one at a time just when she needs an escape, she leaps into the welcoming environment of turkey legs, taverns, and tarot readers. The only drawback? Dex MacLean: a guitarist with a killer smile, the Casanova of the Faire… and her traveling companion for the summer.
 
Dex has never had to work for much in his life, and why should he? Touring with his brothers as The Dueling Kilts is going great, and he always finds a woman at every Faire. But when Lulu proves indifferent to his many plaid charms and a shake-up threatens the fate of the band, Dex must confront something he never has before: his future.
 
Forced to spend days and nights together on the road, Lulu’s interest in the kilted bad boy grows as he shows her a side of himself no one else has seen. The stresses of her old lifestyle fade away as she learns to trust her intuition and follow her heart instead of her head. But when her time on the road is over, will Lulu go with her gut, or are she and Dex destined for separate paths?

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Jen DeLuca was born and raised near Richmond, Virginia, but now lives in Arizona with her husband and a houseful of rescue pets. She loves latte-flavored lattes, Hokies football, and the Oxford comma. Her novels, Well Met, Well Played, Well Matched, and Well Traveled were inspired by her time volunteering as a pub wench with her local Renaissance Faire.

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One

My phone rang for the fourth time that morning before I was through the gates of the Renaissance Faire. What was that one song called? "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked"? Ain't no rest for lawyers, either.

All I wanted was a break. A chance to breathe, while I waited in line for my turn to buy a ticket. But that wasn't in the cards for me, so when my phone buzzed from my back pocket I pulled it out, tapped the green button, and jammed it against my ear. "Nothing's changed in the last half hour," I snapped, my blood already close to the boiling point. "No, the transcript won't be ready till Monday. Yes, that's the soonest she can expedite it. No, I can't give you any more information than what's in the goddamn nine-page memo I emailed you at four o'clock this morning. Anything else?"

Silence. Wow. I'd finally stumped the Boston attorney who was the lead on this car accident case. But as the silence stretched on, my heart sank. I hadn't even looked at the caller ID, had I?

"Lulu?" The voice on the other end was elderly, tentative. Fuck.

"Grandma. Hi." I tried through sheer force of will to sink into the ground, all the way to the center of the earth if I could manage it. I cleared my throat hard, took a cleansing breath, and switched from Louisa Malone, Corporate Attorney, to Lulu Malone, Loving Granddaughter. "How's it going?" There. Much better. Much less sweary at the octogenarian.

"I'm fine, dear. I was just a little worried about you. It's been a couple weeks since you've called, and-"

"Oh, sh-crap, Grandma. I'm sorry." I pressed a hand to my forehead. No matter how busy I got, I always called my grandparents at least once a week. They were both in perfect health, but they were also in their eighties, living by themselves in the big old family house where they'd raised their kids. That house had a very long staircase and lots of hallways. Lots of places to fall. Nobody else in the Malone family seemed overly concerned about them, but I was. So I called. Every week, until now. Damn, I definitely needed a break.

"I'm sorry," I said again, but she was already on to other topics.

"Where are you?"

Such a good question. I was currently sandwiched between a woman in an enormous green-and-gold brocade gown and a man in a The Lord of the Rings-esque cloak with a sword strapped to his hip. So I settled for the easier answer. "North Carolina. Just for the weekend. We have this big product liability case. Someone was in a car crash, and they're suing the tire company. They sent me down here to take a deposition of one of the witnesses." It was a total waste of time, but I didn't tell her that. Besides, if I wanted to make partner, this was what I did. I took the bullshit assignments, and I did my best to be indispensable.

"Doesn't sound like you're in an office, though," Grandma said. "I hear music." She wasn't wrong; the sound of bagpipes floated on the breeze, and somewhere from inside the Faire a drum sounded like a distant heartbeat.

"That's because I'm not." I seized on the topic change eagerly as I took a few steps forward in line. Almost my turn now, so while I talked I dug in my bag for my wallet. "I'm at a Renaissance Faire. Like the one Mitch does. Remember? We went to see him last summer."

"Of course I remember. That was so much fun." Grandma sighed happily, and my heart swelled. I'd gone with Grandma and Grandpa up from their home in rural Virginia to small-town Maryland, where my cousin Mitch participated in a Renaissance Faire every summer. He wore a kilt, spoke with an exaggerated accent, and swung a sword around like an overgrown child having the time of his life. Grandma was a cheerful person to begin with, but the glee on her face while she watched her muscled grandson perform had been next level.

Sure enough . . . "Are there lots of kilts there?" she asked. "You know how I like those."

"Please tell me you're not thinking about your grandson in a kilt, Grandma. That's just weird."

She snorted. "Of course not. What's the matter with you, Louisa?"

"So many things." I dutifully looked around while her chuckle floated through the phone.

"You should see if those kilt boys are playing."

Ah. That's what she was thinking of: a musical group that we'd seen last summer. They had a name, but hell if I could remember it. The only thing I remembered was the way Grandma had waited in her seat for them like an elderly groupie. And the way they'd come right over to talk to her after the show, even doing a little flirting, making her blush right in front of my super-tolerant grandpa.

"I'm not sure if they're at this Faire, Grandma, but I'll keep an eye out." It was my turn at the ticket booth, and I wedged the phone between my ear and my shoulder while I handed over my money, mouthing a thank you. I hated being That Person-the one who wouldn't get the hell off the phone when it was their turn in line-but I'd fielded enough phone calls from work while in line for coffee that I was a master at it. Besides, no way was I hanging up on my grandmother.

"See that you do." She was silent for a moment, long enough that I paused before walking through the front gate, stepping aside to let the crowd move on ahead without me. I looked at my phone-had the call dropped?

"Grandma? Everything okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine," she finally said. "I'm just glad you're taking a day off. You work too much."

That brought me up short. The Malones were a success-driven family, at least as far as my parents and their siblings were concerned. There'd always been a sense of competition between them, wanting their kids to be as successful as possible. In my mother's perfect world, for example, I would have accomplished the following by now: (1) partnership at the firm, (2) marriage, and (3) children. So far I was a failure on all three counts, and therefore a failure in her eyes and needed to work harder at achieving my (i.e., her) goals.

But those four words from Grandma, you work too much, made unexpected tears spring to my eyes. Because she was right. And she was the only one who noticed.

"That's okay," I said. The cheer in my voice sounded false as I blinked back those unwelcome tears. "If I want to make partner, this is what I do, right?"

"Hmm." Grandma sounded doubtful, and she wasn't wrong. I'd been "a year away from making partner" at Stone, Prince, Rogers & Dunbrowski for, oh, the past five years now. And every year something came up. Another associate-usually a man who joined the firm after I had-vaulted ahead of me into the available slot, getting that corner office and prime parking space, while I got a pat on the head and a "maybe next year." The glass ceiling in the firm had been broken only once, as far as I could tell: by Imogen Dunbrowski, one of the founding partners. I'd worked on exactly one project for her when I first got to the firm, and she'd never asked for me again, so that's how well that went. Rumor was she ate law clerks for breakfast. I had yet to break through my own personal glass ceiling, and at this point I wasn't sure what it would take.

But that wasn't my concern today. And my grandmother wanted to make sure I remembered that. "Go have some fun," she said. "Drink some wine, look at some kilts. That's what I'd do."

"Don't I know it." We hung up, and as I fumbled my phone into the back pocket of my jeans and my wallet back into my bag, I spied the brochure I'd found in my hotel room last night, next to the room service menu. Spend a day in the past! it said in bright, eye-catching yellow. The large photo in the middle depicted two knights on horseback charging toward each other, lances trained on their opponent. The audience was out of focus in the background, but I could still make out their waving hands and wide...

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Penguin Publishing Group
Erscheinungsdatum
2022
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0593200462
ISBN 13 
9780593200469
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Anzahl der Seiten
336
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