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About the Book
After a fake food poisoning incident in L.A., Bailey Sterling's dreams of becoming a caterer to the stars collapse faster than a soufflé. Now Bailey's face is in all the gossip rags and her business is in ruins. But the Sterling women close ranks and bring her back to Icicle Falls, where she'll stay with her sister Cecily.
All goes well between the sisters until Bailey comes up with a new business idea—a tea shop on a charming street called Lavender Lane. She's going into partnership with Todd Black, who—it turns out—is the man Cecily's started dating. It looks to Cecily as if there's more than tea brewing in that cute little shop. And she's not pleased.
Wait! Isn't Cecily seeing Luke Goodman? He's a widower with an adorable little girl, and yes, Cecily does care about him. But Todd's the one who sends her zing-o-meter off the charts. So now what? Should you have to choose between your sister and the man you love (or think you love)? (Goodreads)
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Title: The Teashop on
Lavender Lane
Author: Sheila Roberts
Publisher: Harlequin Mira
Pages: 352
Genre: Women’s Fiction/Romance
Format: Paperback/Kindle
Purchase at AMAZON
Read the first chapter here.
My Review
I really love the cover on this book. I requested this book for something different to read from my norm and as much as I tried I could not get into this book. The first few chapters held my attention but then the character's attitudes and dialogue drove me crazy in the end. I constant banter between Bailey and her sister and the men I just didn't like. Not that it was bad language but I just didn't find it realistic and it was overdone. The romance is fine but I just didn't think the characters fit each other well.
That being said who doesn't love a tea shop? At the back of the book the author also includes some yummy recipes that I can't wait to try.
This is not a Christian novel like what my readers are used to seeing on my blog just so you my readers know!
There is some language and since it's romance there are some more steamy scenes (which I thought were also overdone even for a romance novel).
Overall if you enjoy this author you will probably enjoy this book. I really can't recommend it aside from the tea part.
Look for this book June 24, 2014!
Look for this book June 24, 2014!
"I received this book from Pump Up Your Book and the author for free in exchange for an honest review."
About the Author
Sheila Roberts lives in the
Pacific Northwest. She's happily married and
has three children.
Writing since 1989,
Sheila’s books have been printed in several different languages and have been
chosen for book clubs such as Doubleday as well as for Readers Digest Condensed
books. Her best-selling novel ON STRIKE FOR CHRISTMAS was made into a movie and
appeared on the Lifetime Movie Network, and her novel THE NINE LIVES OF
CHRISTMAS has just been optioned for film and is slated to be a Hallmark movie
later this year. Her novel ANGEL
LANE was named one of Amazon’s Top Ten Romances
for 2009.
When she's not making
public appearances or playing with her friends, she can be found writing about
those things near and dear to women's hearts: family, friends, and chocolate.
You can visit Sheila at her website, www.sheilasplace.com.
Her latest book is the
women’s fiction/romance, The Teashop on
Lavendar Lane.
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More books by Sheila Roberts.
Book Excerpt:
The party was going perfectly until
the hostess clutched her stomach with an agonized cry and crumpled to the floor
in a heap.
Rory Rourke, her boyfriend and star
of the new TV series Man Handled, knelt by her side and barked,
“Someone, call 911.”
“Call her doctor,” said someone
else.
“Call The Star Reporter,”
the victim said faintly.
And that was when Bailey Sterling
knew she was in trouble.
She’d been so excited to land this
gig catering Samba Barrett’s party. Samba wasn’t an Emma Stone or Kristen
Stewart but she was .... someone. Sort of. And with her catlike green eyes and
red hair everyone said she was on her way up, like the rest of her party
guests. And surely that had meant Bailey was on her way up, too. The West Hollywood apartment had been packed with hot young
actors and actresses. As she’d slipped among them bearing trays of goodies
she’d heard more than one person rave about the food and had envisioned a whole
string of catering gigs after this one.
The shrimp salsa in Phyllo cups had
been an especially big hit. “Oh, my God, this is to die for,” America Winston
(from the new reality show Hard Ass) had raved. Bailey had smiled
modestly and kept circulating, while her assistant Giorgio served up stuffed
mushrooms. She’d been working hard for the last three years to earn a
reputation as caterer to the stars and things were finally starting to happen.
Except now here was Samba Barrett,
writhing on her living room floor, groaning in agony. Only twenty minutes ago
she’d been eating those shrimp cups and laughing. Did she have food allergies
she hadn’t told Bailey about? Samba had gone over the menu with Bailey,
approved everything. How could this have happened? Was Bailey going to be known
as killer of the stars?
Thirty people gathered around the
actress, some offering advice, some taking pictures with their cell phones,
others texting wildly. Bailey stood on the fringe and nervously downed one of
her own appetizers.
“You’ll be okay, baby,” Rory Rourke
assured Samba.
“I think I ate something bad,” she
whimpered.
“Oh, no, that’s not possible,”
Bailey protested and everyone turned to look at her. One woman aimed her cell
phone at Bailey, capturing her miserable expression. This couldn’t be
happening.
But it could. And it did. Now
Bailey felt sick. She lost her grip on the tray of canapes she was carrying and
down they went, the tray landing on a Jimmy Choos of one of the party guests
who was busy recording her hostess’s misery on her cell phone.
The woman let out a yelp and jumped
back, then glared at Bailey.
“Sorry,” Bailey muttered, and bent
to scoop the mess onto the tray. In the process she managed to get in the way
of another guest, nearly tripping him.
He didn’t settle for glaring. He
swore at her.
Caterer hell, that was what this
was. Bailey bolted for the kitchen and hid out, watching the drama unfold from
behind the counter.
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