Today I am pleased to present
author Cathy Tully. Cathy's novel, All You Need is Love, was released at Astraea Press in June. She's here
to share a bit about it. Here's the blurb:
Jack DeVane is on the fast track 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?
Here's an excerpt from All You Need is Love:
“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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