The Garden Trilogy serie #1

Blue Dahlia

Name: Blue Dahlia
Brand: Roberts, Nora
SKU: PR-9780515138559
Price: 99.0 EUR
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Rating: 4.1 (134 reviews)

4.1

(134)

Le Pitch

Présentation de l'éditeur Against the backdrop of a house steeped in history and a thriving new gardening business, three women unearth the memories of the past in the first novel in #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts' In the Garden Trilogy. A Harper has always lived at Harper House, the centuries-old mansion just outside of Memphis. And for as long as anyone alive remembers, the ghostly Harper Bride has walked the halls, singing lullabies at night… Trying to escape the ghosts of the past, young widow Stella Rothchild, along with her two energetic little boys, has moved back to her roots in southern Tennessee. She isn’t intimidated by Harper House—nor by its mistress. Despite a reputation for being difficult, Roz Harper has been nothing but kind to Stella, offering her a comfortable place to live and a challenging new job as manager of the flourishing In the Garden nursery. As Stella settles comfortably into her new life, she finds a nurturing friendship with Roz and expectant mother Hayley and a fierce attraction to ruggedly handsome landscaper Logan Kitridge. He’s difficult but honest, brash but considerate—and undeniably sexy. And for a sensible woman like Stella, he may be just what she needs… Don’t miss the other books in the In the Garden Trilogy Black RoseRed Lily Extrait Two Harper HouseJanuary 2004 She couldn’t afford to be intimidated by the house, or by its mistress. They both had reputations. The house was said to be elegant and old, with gardens that rivaled Eden. She’d just confirmed that for herself. The woman was said to be interesting, somewhat solitary, and perhaps a bit “difficult.” A word, Stella knew, that could mean anything from strong-willed to stone bitch. Either way, she could handle it, she reminded herself as she fought the need to get up and pace. She’d handled worse. She needed this job. Not just for the salary––and it was generous––but for the structure, for the challenge, for the doing. Doing more, she knew, than circling the wheel she’d fallen into back home. She needed a life, something more than clocking time, drawing a paycheck that would be soaked up by bills. She needed, however self-help-book it sounded, something that fulfilled and challenged her. Rosalind Harper was fulfilled, Stella was sure. A beautiful ancestral home, a thriving business. What was it like, she wondered, to wake up every morning knowing exactly where you belonged and where you were going? If she could earn one thing for herself, and give that gift to her children, it would be the sense of knowing. She was afraid she’d lost any clear sight of that with Kevin’s death. The sense of doing, no problem. Give her a task or a challenge and the room to accomplish or solve it, she was your girl. But the sense of knowing who she was, in the heart of herself, had been mangled that day in September of 2001 and had never fully healed. This was her start, this move back to Tennessee. This final and face-to-face interview with Rosalind Harper. If she didn’t get the job––well, she’d get another. No one could accuse her of not knowing how to work or how to provide a living for herself and her kids. But, God, she wanted this job. She straightened her shoulders and tried to ignore all the whispers of doubt muttering inside her head. She’d get this one. She’d dressed carefully for this meeting. Businesslike but not fussy, in a navy suit and starched white blouse. Good shoes, good bag, she thought. Simple jewelry. Nothing flashy. Subtle makeup, to bring out the blue of her eyes. She’d fought her hair into a clip at the nape of her neck. If she was lucky, the curling mass of it wouldn’t spring out until the interview was over. Rosalind was keeping her waiting. It was probably a mind game, Stella decided as her fingers twisted, untwisted her watchband. Letting her sit and stew in the gorgeous parlor, letting her take in the lovely antiques and paintings, the sumptuous view from the front windows. Afficher moinsAfficher plus

The Garden Trilogy serie #1

Blue Dahlia

4.1

(134)

Indisponible

Le Pitch

Présentation de l'éditeur Against the backdrop of a house steeped in history and a thriving new gardening business, three women unearth the memories of the past in the first novel in #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts' In the Garden Trilogy. A Harper has always lived at Harper House, the centuries-old mansion just outside of Memphis. And for as long as anyone alive remembers, the ghostly Harper Bride has walked the halls, singing lullabies at night… Trying to escape the ghosts of the past, young widow Stella Rothchild, along with her two energetic little boys, has moved back to her roots in southern Tennessee. She isn’t intimidated by Harper House—nor by its mistress. Despite a reputation for being difficult, Roz Harper has been nothing but kind to Stella, offering her a comfortable place to live and a challenging new job as manager of the flourishing In the Garden nursery. As Stella settles comfortably into her new life, she finds a nurturing friendship with Roz and expectant mother Hayley and a fierce attraction to ruggedly handsome landscaper Logan Kitridge. He’s difficult but honest, brash but considerate—and undeniably sexy. And for a sensible woman like Stella, he may be just what she needs… Don’t miss the other books in the In the Garden Trilogy Black RoseRed Lily Extrait Two Harper HouseJanuary 2004 She couldn’t afford to be intimidated by the house, or by its mistress. They both had reputations. The house was said to be elegant and old, with gardens that rivaled Eden. She’d just confirmed that for herself. The woman was said to be interesting, somewhat solitary, and perhaps a bit “difficult.” A word, Stella knew, that could mean anything from strong-willed to stone bitch. Either way, she could handle it, she reminded herself as she fought the need to get up and pace. She’d handled worse. She needed this job. Not just for the salary––and it was generous––but for the structure, for the challenge, for the doing. Doing more, she knew, than circling the wheel she’d fallen into back home. She needed a life, something more than clocking time, drawing a paycheck that would be soaked up by bills. She needed, however self-help-book it sounded, something that fulfilled and challenged her. Rosalind Harper was fulfilled, Stella was sure. A beautiful ancestral home, a thriving business. What was it like, she wondered, to wake up every morning knowing exactly where you belonged and where you were going? If she could earn one thing for herself, and give that gift to her children, it would be the sense of knowing. She was afraid she’d lost any clear sight of that with Kevin’s death. The sense of doing, no problem. Give her a task or a challenge and the room to accomplish or solve it, she was your girl. But the sense of knowing who she was, in the heart of herself, had been mangled that day in September of 2001 and had never fully healed. This was her start, this move back to Tennessee. This final and face-to-face interview with Rosalind Harper. If she didn’t get the job––well, she’d get another. No one could accuse her of not knowing how to work or how to provide a living for herself and her kids. But, God, she wanted this job. She straightened her shoulders and tried to ignore all the whispers of doubt muttering inside her head. She’d get this one. She’d dressed carefully for this meeting. Businesslike but not fussy, in a navy suit and starched white blouse. Good shoes, good bag, she thought. Simple jewelry. Nothing flashy. Subtle makeup, to bring out the blue of her eyes. She’d fought her hair into a clip at the nape of her neck. If she was lucky, the curling mass of it wouldn’t spring out until the interview was over. Rosalind was keeping her waiting. It was probably a mind game, Stella decided as her fingers twisted, untwisted her watchband. Letting her sit and stew in the gorgeous parlor, letting her take in the lovely antiques and paintings, the sumptuous view from the front windows. Afficher moinsAfficher plus