Love and Rumors: A Summer Sisters Beach Reads Contemporary Romance (The Summer Sisters Book 1)
Authors: Jean Oram
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Blueberry Springs by Jean Oram
Love and Rumors
Book 1
~ A Summer Sisters Beach Reads Contemporary Romance ~
By
New York Times
and
USA Today
bestselling author
Jean Oram
One photographer who needs money—fast. One movie star with an offer as tempting as his bad boy smile.
Hailey Summer, a photographer who has remortgaged her entire life in order to follow her dreams, needs more time. As the eldest of four girls, her self-appointed job has always been to solve everyone’s problems—including holding onto the family’s historic cottage that’s precious to all of them. But with the cottage about to be seized for back taxes, Hailey’s going to have to confront more than just the family members she’s kept in the dark.
When movie star Finian Alexander closes his eyes he sees is his family’s destitute past and the unfulfilled promises he’s made to others. Only a fraction away from making the A-list food chain and fulfilling his promises, Finian needs help from the paparazzi to push his next “bad boy of Hollywood” escapade into the limelight. Problem is he’s in the Canadian Muskokas and the only photographer he’d consider partnering with slaps him every time he deserves it—which is increasingly often as he becomes more desperate.
Will Hailey and Finian give in to the easy way out of their problems, or will they discover how alike they truly are when they hit the tabloids—together?
This is the first book in the Summer Sisters beach read contemporary romance series.
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Love and Rumors
A Summer Sisters Beach Reads Contemporary Romance
(Book 1)
By Jean Oram
Copyright 2014 Jean Oram
ISBN: 978-0-9918602-9-6
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This is a work of fiction and all characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents appearing in this novel are products of the author’s active imagination or are used in a fictitious manner—unless stated in the book’s front matter. Any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, as well as any resemblance to events or locales is coincidental (unless noted) and, truly, a little bit cool.
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Love and Trust—coming 2015
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Rum and Raindrops
Eggnog and Candy Canes
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Dedication
To my grandmothers. For helping me rediscover Muskoka each summer.
A Note on Muskoka
Muskoka is a real place in Ontario, Canada, however, I have taken artistic license with the area. While the issues presented in this book (such as water shed, endangered animals, heritage preservation, shoreline erosion, taxation, etc.) as well as the towns are real, to my knowledge, there is no Baby Horseshoe Island nor is there a Nymph Island, or even a company called Rubicore Developments. The people and businesses are fictional, with the exception of The Kee to Bala and Jenni Walker—you can read about how she ended up visiting Muskoka in the acknowledgements.
Muskoka is a wonderful area where movie stars and other celebrities do vacation. Yet, having spent many summers in the area during my youth and adulthood, I have yet to see a single celebrity—though a man I presume to be Kurt Browning’s (a famous Canadian figure skating Olympian) father did offer to help me when the outboard fritzed out on me once. Damn outboard.
You can discover more about Muskoka online at
www.discovermuskoka.ca/
Acknowledgements
A very special thank you goes out to Jenni Walker and Clare Cox. Clare Cox of CLIC Sargent organized an amazing fundraiser called Get in Character which raised money for families with children who have cancer in the United Kingdom. The organization provides tremendous support for these families during difficult times. Through an online auction, Jenni Walker won the opportunity to become a character in this book. Thank you Jenni for supporting CLIC Sargent and families with cancer. Any errors in representing this wonderful woman are mine alone.
I would also like to thank my critique partners who do an amazing job of keeping me on track, as well as the rockstar group of authors I nerd out with on Facebook. These five women are amazing authors with mega brains. I love that I can get my business geek on with them and they are there for each and every step of the conversation. As well, on the book end of things, I need to thank my editor, Margaret, who beefed up my sentences when I kept using the same words over and over. You rock, girl! Oops! I mean something less colloquial—You rock, woman! As well, thank you to Emily Kirkpatrick for her eagle eyes proofreading. Any oopsies that remain are due to my stumbling fingers.
And finally, a big thank you to my family. For my husband for believing in me and telling me to go for it with this new series. My kids who put up with me disappearing into my computer. And to my parents and grandmothers who introduced me to Muskoka and its quiet beauty and helped me go there almost every summer as a kid. To my brother—thank for throwing me in the Indian River, repeatedly, and to Sarah and Lindsey for walking to The Store in port with me time and again. I think it’s time for ice cream, don’t you? And finally, to all of those working to preserve Muskoka, its heritage and beauty, kudos and thank you.
Attribution:
Finian Alexander quotes William Shakespeare in Chapter 9. The line, “The lady doth protest too much, methinks.” is from William Shakespeare’s
Hamlet
. Act III, Scene II and is spoken by Queen Gertrude.
C
HAPTER
1
“Finian Alexander, do something bad,” Hailey Summer whispered. The alley was quiet as she kept herself squeezed against a white catering van, waiting for the actor to make a move outside the town’s black tie gala.
She pressed her eye against the camera’s viewfinder as a streak of sun broke through the clouds, making her LCD impossible to read. The light was incredible and she was the only one there to see Hollywood’s bad boy break the rules and mess up once again, but she needed him to move faster. Much faster. The light was going to fail when the clouds opened up, or someone was going to interrupt him and send her home with nothing. Again.
Come on, Finian. Do this for me.
As a sunbeam shone down on his shoulders, he looked more like an angel in the shadowed alley than someone about to go joyriding in a stolen sports car and make her rich in the process. Well, at least tug her out of her life-swallowing hole of debt.
Patiently, she waited, lining up shots. Brick and clapboard. Parked cars. Faded jeans resting low on his hips. She couldn’t have asked for a better setting. Better light. She just needed Finian to
do
something. To flub up in that distinctive way of his so she could cover her past mistakes. Then her three younger sisters would never have to know how close she’d cut things and how their legacy, their birthright, was teetering on the brisk of being lost.
“Come on, hunky-hunk, open it. That’s right.” She smiled as the movie star carefully tried another car door, casting his eyes sideways to see if he was being watched. Door locked. On to the next. One of them had to be unlocked. This was Bala, Ontario, a small town known for cranberries, quaint cottages, tourism and bridges, not crime. He’d find an unlocked vehicle and go for a joyride; she’d capture the image of him breaking the law, sell it for big bucks, and kaboom. Her problems would be solved, without impacting his life other than adding another celebrity-life-gone-wrong story to his bulging portfolio.
She fidgeted, her anticipation building.
“Come on, come on…”
She glanced over her shoulder, half expecting Austin Smith, a local photographer who did occasional paparazzi work in L.A., to appear and ruthlessly scoop her. Hailey had wrestled long and hard with her conscience to get to this point, and now that she was here, ready and waiting, Finian was taking his sweet time, giving the angel on her shoulder plenty of time to make arguments on why she should back out.
Hailey wiggled and refocused her camera. Finian hunched over as specks of rain started to fall as he tried another door. His hair was disheveled. He looked tired. Rough. As if he’d been up all night—like her.
Apparently, it was hard work being a party-man celebrity raking in millions.
The Mercedes he tried was locked, and he moved on to an Audi, his strong hands lifting handles with a care she hadn’t expected. Maybe he was worried about setting off alarms. She could see that being a problem. A problem for both of them. She shifted slightly. Was there a law against watching someone break and enter?
She could report him later. Right now she needed images. She snapped a few photos of the light bouncing off Finian, then sighed as she lowered her camera. Officer Cranks would seize her photos as evidence. Her late father’s poker buddy would give her that unblinking stare that undid her every time. Teary-eyed, she’d be handing over these shots before he felt the urge to blink. Hell, years after getting busted egging houses with Austin, she still felt guilty buying eggs near Halloween. That night had been the beginning of the end for her and Austin, both as friends and as boyfriend-girlfriend. She’d gone back to being safe and reliable as he’d dived into his newfound persona, a hellion who’d laughed at her for crying in the cops’ office. Not long after that her father had passed away and Hailey had begun to wear safe and reliable as if it was her own personal shield against the pain.
She cursed Austin under her breath for giving her a taste of fun and freedom before the burden had come. He was still waltzing around, living the life, raking in the dough, and she was barely surviving.
She propped herself against the old building, leaning her supporting arm on the van so she could line up her shots as Finian moved farther down the alley. She’d hand over the evidence after she got paid by the tabloids. But first, she would take care of her family’s needs.
Come on, Finian. Do this for both of us. I’ll help you if you help me.