Coming Soon
Be sure to keep an eye out for book 7 in The Sherbrookes of Newport Series as well as book 3 in Christina’s Love on The North Shore Series.
If you haven’t visited North Salem yet, here is an excerpt from The Courage To Love book 1 in the Love On The North Shore Series.
Mia Troy took the off ramp to Longmeadow Road toward North Salem and tapped her hand against her thigh in time to the music playing on the rental car’s speakers. She was glad to be leaving the city behind. So far no snags had affected her low-key mini vacation. She’d managed to leave her Beverly Hills home and board a plane in Los Angeles without an entourage of paparazzi in tow. Once in Boston, she got through Logan International Airport and to her rental car unnoticed, thanks to a little luck and a disguise. With a Boston Red Sox hat covering her auburn hair, a pair of well-worn capris, flip flops, and a Harvard T-shirt, she looked like any other traveler returning home. And to reinforce the look she’d skipped the makeup.
As she passed through the airport not a single person showed any sign of recognition, which said a lot because reporters and photographers from several magazines lurked inside the terminal. By chance she’d picked the same day Black, a popular boy band, arrived in town. Yet even with the heavy media presence not a single photographer swung a camera her way.
Turning up the radio, she allowed herself to enjoy the breeze and scenery as any leftover tension eased from her body. Relaxing and enjoying herself were the only two things she planned to do for the next few weeks. Over the past six months she’d worked nonstop on her latest film—her first suspense thriller. She’d loved the challenge of something new, but the director had been impossible and the material emotionally draining. With a solid month off before filming started on her next movie, she wanted time to recharge. A trip back to her home state of Massachusetts fit the bill, as did the small town of North Salem.
She’d first heard of the town after her friend’s brother provided aid following a hurricane. Later, during a visit with Sara, she heard more about the picturesque New England town located on the North Shore about forty minutes from Boston. Since her first day of filming for her new movie would be in Boston, North Salem seemed like an ideal spot for her mini vacation.
“In one mile turn right onto Fender Drive,” the GPS on the dashboard ordered.
Following the GPS directions, Mia pulled onto a narrow two-lane road. Historic homes lined both sides of the street, a vivid reminder of centuries gone by. Halfway down the road a welcome sign stood informing visitors that the town of North Salem had been founded in 1680. Alongside the sign stood a rock pillar with two arrows engraved into it. The topmost arrow pointed straight along with the words Town Center, and a few inches under it another one pointed to the left with the words Schools.
“Continue on this road for another three miles,” the GPS dictated as she passed through the stop sign.
Satisfied with making it this far, Mia turned off the GPS. North Salem couldn’t be that big. Even without the detailed step-by-step directions, she’d find The Victorian Rose, the bed and breakfast where she had reservations.
Shortly after passing a large hardware store, she pulled into the driveway of The Victorian Rose. From the outside, the well maintained Queen Anne style home looked just as it did on the website. Painted a dark cherry red with white trim, it looked as if it had been built yesterday rather than over a hundred years ago. Only one other car was parked in the parking lot behind the house, but a No Vacancy sign hung out front.
A ringing bell announced her entrance into the main foyer. On either side of her were tastefully decorated rooms, and in front of her a wide gleaming staircase led to the upper floors. She saw
no one around and, unlike a hotel, there was no check-in desk. Should she go in search of someone? Although open to guests, the home reminded her too much of a private residence to wander around, but then again what if no one heard the bell?
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” A petite woman, with red hair sprinkled with silver, entered from the far end of the dining room.
“I just walked in. You must be Mrs. O’Brien. You look just like Charlie.” Mia smiled and extended her hand.
“Please call me Maureen. You know my daughter?”
“We’ve met. Her husband’s sister, Sara, and I are good friends.”
Maureen’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion. Judging by the woman’s expression, she didn’t recognize her.
“Mia Troy,” she explained. “I have a reservation for a month. My assistant booked it under Amelia Troy.” She’d told her assistant to book the room under her given first name, something she often did to keep her identity a secret even if only for a short time. No one aside from her family and closest friends knew that her legal name was Amelia and that Mia, her stage name, was actually a nickname her grandmother had given her as a toddler.
Recognition dawned on the older woman’s face. “I wondered when you’d arrive. I expected you earlier today. Please follow me and we can get you all settled.” The woman led her to a small office tucked away near the back of the house.
“I can take care of this for you, Ma. If you don’t leave soon you’ll be late.”
At the sound of the deep timbered voice, Mia turned. This had to be Sean O’Brien. He fit the description Charlie gave her to a T. Standing several inches over six feet and muscular with short dirty blond hair and intense green eyes, he looked like he belonged on a football field rather than inside a bed and breakfast.
“Are you sure?” Maureen asked.
Sean gave a slight nod. “Tonight’s the one night you go out, and I don’t want to hear it from Ray because his bridge partner was late.” Without waiting for a reply he walked in, all but swallowing up the space in the room, and plucked the paperwork from his mom’s hands.
Since Sean didn’t strike her as the type to care what someone said to him, she guessed he was more concerned with his mom taking some time for herself.
“I’ll see you in the morning then, Mia. I start serving breakfast at six thirty.” Maureen disappeared with no further argument.
“If you could just fill these out, I’ll show up upstairs. Ma put you in the Longfellow room. Do you need help with your bags?”
As she accepted the papers her hand brushed against his, and an electric tingle shot up her arm. Instantly she met his gaze, curious as to whether or not he sensed it. If he had, he showed no signs. His face remained a stoic mask his full lips neither smiling or frowning. “That would be great. I have two in the car.”
She filled out the paperwork and waited for Sean to ask for an autograph or a picture. Nine out of ten times, when someone recognized who she was, they asked. Not that it bothered her too much; after all, it went with the territory. Yet, sometimes it’d be nice if people realized she was just a person like them. To her surprise, the request never came. In fact when she looked up again to hand him the papers, he was looking at the calendar on the computer screen.