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“Auntie Phyllis, would you like this dance?”
My oldest nephew got married a few weeks ago. I was so glad to be able to travel across the country to attend, though disappointed my husband couldn’t join me.
I arrived early enough to be swallowed up by the flurry of activity surrounding the wedding. During the course of the week, my younger nephew, who is twenty-three and extremely shy, swore up and down that he would not dance at his brother’s wedding. He had never danced. Didn’t know how. Wasn’t gonna do it. Period.
On the big day, things went as expected. It was a lovely ceremony and we all got teary when the bride’s father was so choked up he couldn’t respond when asked “who gives this woman…”. Then the pictures and finally we were at the reception.
I sat at a table with my sister, her husband, and my younger nephew. Also at the table were my sister’s two sisters-in-law and their husbands. My nephew and his bride shared their first dance. The bride danced with her daddy. Wow! They were amazing! Then my sister and nephew danced. They were not amazing but sweet to watch.
When the DJ announced the dance floor was open to everyone, the table cleared as couples got up to dance to the romantic song playing. I settled in to watch.
My jaw almost dropped and tears filled my eyes when I saw my nephew walk around the table in my direction to stand in front of me. He extended his hand in a manner worthy of the most gallant gentleman and spoke those most beautiful words “Auntie Phyllis, would you like this dance?”
Series: Pendleton Petticoats #10
Publication Date May 23, 2019
Genres: Historical Fiction, Clean Romance
Setting: Oregon Progressive Era – US – 1890s – 1920s
Main Character Ages: 18-24, 25-34
Written for: Adults
Will love bloom between a spunky nanny and a distracted landscaper?
Find out in this sweet historical romance!
Unconventional nanny Evie Caswell views it as her duty to bring fun and laughter to the residence of her strict, aloof employers. Full of life and spirit, she is determined to teach the couple’s children how to be young and carefree. With hardly a minute to herself, she long ago surrendered her dreams of having her own home and a family. Then her employer hires Flynn Elliott, a landscape architect, to turn the yard into a spectacular garden. Enchanted with the intriguing man, Evie realizes after meeting Flynn nothing in her life will ever be the same.
Renowned for his landscape designs and ability to make anything grow, Flynn Elliott is a bit of an enigma. He spouts romantic poetry to the plants in his greenhouse and stealthily avoids social interactions, yet can charm birds right out of the trees when the need arises. While his sister handles the finer details of their business, he often loses himself in his work, forgetting the outside world exists. A chance encounter with a beautiful woman in a moonlit garden leaves him seeking opportunities to discover more about the effervescent Evie and the joy she radiates to those around her.
Will the two of them be able to set aside their doubts and fears to embrace a happily ever after?
Brimming with lighthearted moments, snippets of history, and the hope of true love, Evie is a sweet historical romance sure to warm your heart.
I would like to thank Shanna Hatfield for giving me this copy of the book. This gift did not influence my opinion or review.
Also in this series: Quinn
When Flynn saw the beautiful nymph dancing in the moonlight, he knew he would never be the same. Dancing with her there, amid the flowers he so loved, his heart was captured.
Oh, how I loved this absent-minded landscaper with his love for poetry! His dedication and devotion to plants were endearing. It was so fun that he didn’t drive well due to constantly being distracted by plants growing on the side of the road.
Evie captured my heart as she poured herself out so completely for the children in her care. It was so cute how she gave them nicknames that everyone knew but their parents.
One of the things I especially enjoyed was the picnic they attended where the adults were singing popular songs of the period. I felt so much like I was transported to that time at the turn of the century, dressed in my finest enjoying the dapper gentlemen and lovely ladies surrounding me. Author Shanna Hatfield so thoroughly captures the feel of the period and includes very interesting tidbits of historical trivia via natural and enjoyable conversations.
Lovers of historical fiction will want to grab a copy of Evie!
Evie took a breath and slid one foot forward, then the other. She’d been ice skating many times, so how much different could it be?
Carefully, she eased forward, gliding from one foot to the other. When she reached the end and turned without falling down, Jenks clapped and the children cheered.
She skated back to them, picking up speed then coming to a stop just shy of flying off the end of the boards.
“Again, Nanny! Do it again!” The children cheered.
With her confidence growing, Evie raced down the boards and back. On the third trip across the length of the impromptu skating area, she sailed along at a fast clip until her skate caught on a nail sticking out of a board. She tripped and pitched forward. Seconds before she crashed, a pair of strong arms reached out to catch her. She smacked against a solid chest as a decadent, masculine scent that carried a hint of loamy earth and exotic spices wafted around her.
Evie gasped and looked up into a pair of spectacular summer sky-hued eyes. The last person she expected to see this afternoon was the man who’d dominated her thoughts since the ball. Yet, Flynn Elliott was the one holding her up by her arms as she struggled to regain her footing.
“Skating, Miss Caswell?” he asked quietly. A grin revealed that tempting little cleft in his chin as he continued to hold onto her arms.
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