A Member of Romance Writer’s Of America, The Liberty States Fiction Writer’s, and The Society of Children’s Book Writer’s and Illustrators, Cathy is a firm believer in continually honing her craft. Cathy can be found on Facebook and at www.cathytully.com. A born and bred Jersey girl, Cathy lives in central New Jersey with her husband, Joe, and their two daughters.
All You Need Is Love Blurb:
Jack DeVane is on the fast tract to becoming CEO of
Cunningham Coffee and nothing will get in his way…until a little dog wanders
into his condo and a beautiful dog walker wanders into his heart.
Caitlyn Stiles has one wish--to take over the family
business. When she returns from college and this is no longer an option, she
travels to Promise, Massachusetts to look after her ailing grandmother where
she takes a job as a part-time dog walker.
Can one sweet, little dog teach Jack there’s more to life
than work? Teach Caitlyn to let go of her resentment? And teach them both that ALL THEY NEED IS LOVE?
Excerpt
“Caitlyn, are you ready yet?” Her mother called from the
bottom of the stairs.
“Almost.”
“Hurry. All the best plants will be gone if we get there too
late.”
She closed the closet door and gazed out her bedroom
window. It was a clear, warm day with a
vivid blue sky. A vivid blue that reminded her of Jack’s eyes. She groaned and
headed down into the kitchen where her mother waited.
With Easter only a week away, she’d promised her mother
she’d go to the nursery and pick up some crocus, hyacinths and assorted flowers
to brighten the front of the townhouse.
“So, are you ready to help me pick out some pretty yellow
tulips?” Her mother wiped her hands on a kitchen towel.
“What did you say?”
“Yellow tulips. This year I’ve decided to fill the entire
front of the house with yellow tulips.”
Caitlyn flinched. “But I thought we’d decorate the front of
the house like last year when you first moved in. Use a mix of assorted
pansies. What happened to that idea? You loved the effect. You even agreed it
would be colorful and perky.”
Her mother shook her head. “No. I’ve changed my mind. This
year I want to use bulbs, so they’ll come back again and again. Since I didn’t
plant any last fall, we can buy potted tulips that’ll come back again year
after year. And I’ve decided that yellow tulips should be the main accent
color. Bright yellow. Vivid yellow. Beautiful yellow tulips.”
Caitlyn groaned. Tulips? The one flower; the only flower she
hoped to dissuade her mother from using.
“What’s wrong with you? A beautiful bright yellow will serve
as the perfect accent color for the house’s brick face and black shutters. I
even bought a gorgeous yellow spring wreath for the door.”
Caitlyn put her head in her hands.
“I think yellow will look stunning. They’re going to make
our house stand out from all the others on the block. I even saw something
similar in a magazine, and I’m telling you, the effect was beautiful.”
“Okay mom. I get it. You want yellow.”
“Yes. Yellow tulips. You used to love yellow tulips. They
were your favorite flower.”
“Were is the operative word, Mom. Were.”
“What happened to change your mind?”
Caitlyn couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Jack happened.”
“I don’t understand.”
“He ruined everything.”
“Nonsense. How can a man ruin your favorite flower?”
Caitlyn groaned. “It’s not bad enough he works for a company
I detest, but then he shows up out of nowhere to get his mitts on dad’s recipe
behind my back. To top it all off, he brings me yellow tulips.”
“What?”
“I said Jack brought me yellow tulips.”
“No. Before that.”
“Dad’s recipe?’
No. Before that.”
“Jack works for Cunningham Coffee, Mom.” Caitlyn blew out an
exasperated sigh.
“Oh honey, you’re thoroughly confused. About everything.”
Her mother walked over to the table and sat next to her. She kept her voice
low. “Tell me sweetie, did you insist Jack leave that morning he came to town,
even though you love him, because you thought he still worked for that horrible
company?”
Caitlyn nodded and bit her quivering bottom lip. “I can’t be
with someone like that. Someone who works for people like that. What does that
say about him?”
Her mother sat opposite her then reached across the kitchen
table and squeezed both her hands. “Caitlyn, Jack doesn’t work for Cunningham
Coffee anymore.” She handed Caitlyn a tissue.
She blotted her eyes. “No. He probably owns his own company
now. He’s probably taking advantage of more people like they taught him to.”
“As a matter of fact he does operate his own company. Well,
part of the company. He and I haven’t worked out all the details yet.”
Caitlyn stood and pushed her chair in, ignoring her mother’s
comment. “If I know him, he’s closing every innocent, little store he can get
his hands on.”
“You don’t know him at all do you?”
“What does that mean?” Caitlyn said.
“It means you better get ready to eat some crow!”
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