Two favorite Brambleberry House stories from New York Times bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne
The Daddy Makeover
Eben Spencer learned long ago to keep his eye on the ball and his emotions under wraps. This philosophy has taken him to the pinnacle of success in business. But in his personal life, it led to a shattered marriage. So it’s just him and his little girl…until he meets Sage Benedetto. She’s warm, emotional, open—everything Eben is not. Sage’s bewitching nature soon has this tycoon rethinking his future….
His Second-Chance Family
As a teenager Julia Blair found more than fun in the sun at Cannon Beach. She found a home—in the arms of her first love, Will Garrett. A bright future stretched out in front of Julia…. Though life hadn’t worked out as planned, here she is, back in Cannon Beach, with her two kids in tow. Only to find Will there, too. Julia believes Will can still make her dreams come true, but will he let her into his heart to do the same for him?
Praise for New York Times bestselling authorRaeAnne Thayne
“If you’re going to read only one book this season, make it Blackberry Summer.” —Debbie Macomber, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“A warm, wise story with emotionally complex and intriguing characters.”
—RT Book Reviews on The Daddy Makeover (4 ½ stars)
“Well-developed characters, plus plenty of raw emotion—and humor—add up to one of the author’s finest books.”
—RT Book Reviews on His Second-Chance Family (4 ½ stars, Top Pick)
“Thayne is a gifted storyteller, whose realistic characters and absorbing dialogue weave a mesmerizing tale.”
—WordWeaving.com
Brambleberry Shores
The Daddy Makeover
His Second-Chance Family
RaeAnne Thayne
www.millsandboon.co.uk
Contents
The Daddy Makeover
RaeAnne Thayne
Chapter 1
On a scale of one to ten, Sage Benedetto would probably rate the concept of jogging before sunrise every day somewhere around a negative twenty.
While she highly doubted she would ever evolve enough that she could wholly enjoy these runs, after a month, she had at least grown to tolerate the activity. Her gut didn’t automatically cramp at just the idea of throwing on her running shoes and her muscles no longer started to spasm after the first few steps.
She supposed that was a good thing.
This would probably never be her favorite thing to do, but she had promised, she reminded herself. And while she had many faults—all of which somehow seemed more glaringly obvious in the pale light of early morning—breaking her word was not among them.
Despite the random muscle aches and her inherent dislike of just about any activity that involved sending her heart rate into heavy exertion mode, she had even come to discover an ethereal beauty in these quiet early-morning runs.
The towering sea stacks offshore glowed pink in the first, hesitant rays of the sun; this wide,