by Susan Sands
“Cammie Laroux is back in Alabama—again.
Dragged back to her small town to help her mother recover from surgery while rescuing the family event planning business should be a cinch. Even for a disgraced television chef, right? Wrong.
Among the many secrets Cammie’s family’s been hiding is the fact that their historic home is falling down. Oh, and the man hired to restore the house, Grey Harrison, is the same high school and college love of her life who thrashed her heart and dreams ten years ago. Yeah, that guy.
Grey, a widower with a young daughter, has never stopped loving Cammie, and when they are face to face once again, the chemistry is off the charts. Cammie may be in full-blown denial, but letting go is no longer in Grey’s vocabulary, even when winning Cammie’s forgiveness and renovating their love may seem like an impossible build even for a master architect and carpenter.
As Cammie finds herself forgetting all the reasons she can’t trust Grey or love again, he finds himself remembering all the reasons he wants her to stay with him in Alabama… forever.”
“Funny how things change from most important to least important in the blink of an eye, depending on perspective.”
Welcome to Ministry, or we should call it Misery… again.
Again Alabama is a story about second chances, and here in Alabama, family bonds surely help to find the right path toward these so deserved new opportunities.
After coming back in town, Cammie can reconsider all of her priorities and dreams, but overall she can finally understand the real reasons behind Grey’s behavior. The plot highlights the importance of the family bonds, and love comes in all shapes and sizes. Moreover, some secrets lead to some quite unpredictable turn of the events for the entire family. In fact, even if the main characters are Cammie and Grey, also Cammie’s mother, Maureen, can finally enjoy her second chance and live with her first love, Howard, their happily ever after.
Again, Alabama is a funny and interesting story, and even if the ending is quite predictable, you can really enjoy every page of this adorable reading. The writing style flows smoothly and the book is a quick easy reading. Considering this is also Susan Sands’ debut novel, I’ve found it really well-written and the characters are well developed. Moreover, I appreciate the author’s choice of developing a parallel love story, that surely makes the narration more entertaining but does not distract the reader from the main characters’ story. Now I’m curious to discover the next books of this series.
This book deserves four out of five stars.
About the author
Susan Sands grew up in Northwest Louisiana but has strong Cajun roots (Southern Louisiana) on both sides of her family. Now, she lives in the Atlanta suburbs with her husband and three children.
She writes Southern romantic women’s fiction. She’s also a member of the Atlanta Writer’s Club, Georgia Romance Writers, and Romance Writers of America.
She’s represented by Erin Niumata at Folio Literary Management.
She visits book clubs, bookstores, libraries, and literary festivals whenever she’s invited; and she loves to connect with her readers.
Cammie stepped from the tiny bath into her childhood bedroom. She’d brushed her teeth, and briefly considered a shower after catching a terrifying glimpse of herself in the mirror, but opted for caffeine instead. Between her two a.m. arrival and very little sleep once she’d finally fallen into bed, the prospect of facing the siblings this morning made it a sound decision. And nobody was here to get a look at her like this anyway, thank God.
Cammie groaned and stretched. Right now, she required a gallon of coffee. Where were her clothes? Darn it, she was certain she’d dragged that suitcase case upstairs— A sudden, loud banging outside her bedroom window nearly shot her through the roof.
Whacking her shin on the corner of the antique, four-poster bed, she lunged toward the closed curtain and apparent source of the infernal noise. What the hell? Someone or something was trying to hammer its way inside— on the second floor. Flinging back the heavy drapes, Cammie was momentarily blinded by bright sunshine. She blinked, focused, and struggled to process what met her tired brain through her equally exhausted eyes.
She made out a shirtless and very manly muscled chest. As the chest moved downward, Cammie squinted hard, and recognized the strong chin centered with a deep dimple. She thought she might vomit. Or faint. Or something equally humiliating.
Over the years, the very thought of home, of Ministry, Alabama, had brought him to mind in the worst possible way. It was why she’d hardly been joking when referring to this town as “Misery” instead. He’d been her misery. Jumbled still-shots of memory flashed of an intimate and disastrous history with Grey Harrison.
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