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- KurzbeschreibungView our feature on The Bride Quartet by Nora Roberts Love blooms in the second novel in Nora Roberts's celebrated Bride Quartet series.<br>As little girls MacKensie, Emma, Laurel, and Parker spent hours acting out their perfect make believe "I do" moments. Years later their fantasies become reality when they start their own wedding planning company to make every woman's dream day come true. With perfect flowers, delicious desserts, and joyful moments captured on film, Nora Roberts's Bride Quartet shares each woman's emotionally magical journey to romance.<br>In Bed of Roses , florist Emma Grant is finding career success with her friends at Vows wedding planning company, and her love life appears to be thriving. Though men swarm around her, she still hasn't found Mr. Right. And the last place she's looking is right under her nose.<br>But that's just where Jack Cooke is. He's so close to the women of Vows that he's practically family, but the architect has begun to admit to himself that his feelings for Emma have developed into much more than friendship. When Emma returns his passion-kiss for blistering kiss-they must trust in their history...and in their hearts.
- AutorNora Roberts
- VerlagBerkley Books
- Seiten368 Seiten
- Gewicht318 g
- LeseprobeCHAPTER ONE<br>Since details crowded her mind, many of them blurry, Emma checked her appointment book over her first cup of coffee. The back- to- back consults gave her nearly as much of aboost as the strong, sweet coffee. Basking in it, she leaned backin the chair in her cozy office to read over the side notes she'dadded to each client.<br>In her experience, the personality of the couple- or often,more accurately, the bride- helped her determine the tone ofthe consult, the direction they'd pursue. To Emma's way ofthinking, flowers were the heart of a wedding. Whether theywere elegant or fun, elaborate or simple, the flowers were theromance.<br>It was her job to give the client all the heart and romancethey desired.<br>She sighed, stretched, then smiled at the vase of petite roseson her desk. Spring, she thought, was the best. The weddingseason kicked into high gear- which meant busy days and longnights designing, arranging, creating not only for this spring'sweddings, but also next.<br>She loved the continuity as much as the work itself.<br>That's what Vows had given her and her three best friends.Continuity, rewarding work, and that sense of personal accomplishment.And she got to play with flowers, live with flowers,practically swim in flowers every day.<br>Thoughtfully, she examined her hands, and the little nicksand tiny cuts. Some days she thought of them as battle scars andothers as medals of honor. This morning she just wished she'dremembered to fit in a manicure.<br>She glanced at the time, calculated. Boosted again, she sprangup. Detouring into her bedroom, she grabbed a scarlet hoodie tozip over her pjs. There was time to walk to the main house beforeshe dressed and prepared for the day. At the main houseMrs. Grady would have breakfast, so Emma wouldn't have toforage or cook for herself.<br>Her life, she thought as she jogged downstairs, brimmed withlovely perks.<br>She passed through the living room she used as a receptionand consult area, and took a quick scan around as she headed forthe door. She'd freshen up the flowers on display before the firstmeeting, but oh, hadn't those stargazer lilies opened beautifully?<br>She stepped out of what had been a guest house on the BrownEstate and was now her home, and the base for Centerpiece- herpart of Vows.<br>She took a deep breath of spring air. And shivered.<br>Damn it, why couldn't it be warmer? It was April, for God'ssake. It was daffodil time. Look how cheerful the pansies she'dpotted up looked. She refused to let a chilly morning- andokay, it was starting to drizzle on top of it- spoil her mood.<br>She hunched inside the hoodie, stuck the hand not holdingher coffee mug in her pocket, and began to walk to the mainhouse
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