Susan Mallery - Falling for Gracie

The second book in the Los Lobos series, 2005

Dear Reader-

What is that Charles Dickens quote? It was the best of times, it was the worst of times Doesnt that describe high school perfectly? Sure there were some great things that happened and it was very exciting with all that promise of an unknown future, but wasnt it also the worst? Imagine if those consequences never went away.

So it is for poor Gracie, my heroine in Falling For Gracie. At fourteen, Gracie had the biggest crush in the world on Riley. So big that when he got his girlfriend pregnant and had to marry her, Gracie was sent away so she wouldnt spoil the wedding. Fourteen years later, Gracie is back in town to help with her sisters wedding. Which wouldnt be that big a deal if Riley werent back too. Singleagain. It seems the girlfriend had lied about being pregnant.

Not that Gracie cares. She has her own life, thank you very much, and its a really good one. But no one in town seems to notice that. They think Gracie and Riley might be destined to be together. Which would be great if Gracie thought for one second Riley was remotely interested in her. Besides, shes pretty busy keeping her wedding cake business alive and dealing with her familys on-going traumas, not to mention the daily question of whether the on-again off-again wedding is onor off.

Falling For Gracie is one of my favorite books ever so Im delighted its available to readers again. I know a lot of you have wanted to get your hands on a copy. I hope you love Gracie as much as I do.

Ive been chained to my computer for months now. The result of all that hard work is a new four book series out later this year. The series is called Lone Star Sisters, but I like to think of it as Dallas meets Sex and the City!! The books are:

Under Her Skin May 09

Lip Service June 09

From The Hip July 09

Hot On Her Heels November 09

Happy reading!!

Susan Mallery

GRACIE? Gracie Landon, is that you?

Trapped, standing in the middle of her mothers front lawn, a newspaper in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other, Gracie Landon glanced longingly toward the escape that was the front door.

In theory, she could bolt for freedom, but that would mean being rude to Eunice Baxter, neighbor and octogenarian. And Gracie had been raised better than that.

She pushed her sleep-smashed hair out of her face and shuffled in her younger sisters Tweetie Bird slippers over to the low wood fence that separated the Landon property from Eunice Baxters.

Morning, Mrs. Baxter, she said, hoping she sounded cheerful instead of trapped. Yes, its me. Gracie.

My stars, so it is. I havent seen you in forever, but I swear, I would have recognized you anywhere. How long has it been?

Fourteen years. Half her life. Shed been so hopeful that people would forget her.

Well, Ill be. You sure look pretty. When you left, and I mean this in the kindest way possible, you were a dreadfully ugly child. Even your poor mother used to worry that you wouldnt grow into your looks, but you did. Youre as bright and shiny as a magazine cover model.

Gracie didnt exactly want to reminisce about her homely period-the one that had lasted for nearly six years. Thank you, she said, inching toward the porch.

Eunice poofed her shellacked helmet of curls, then tapped her chin. You know, I was just talking about you to my friend Wilma. We were saying that young folks today dont know how to fall in love. Not like they used to in the movies, or like you did with Riley Whitefield.

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. Not Riley. Anything but that. After all this time, couldnt her reputation as a young, crazed teenaged stalker be put to rest?

I didnt exactly love him, Gracie said, wondering why shed agreed to come home after all this time. Oh, yeah, right. Her baby sisters wedding.

You were a testament to true love, Eunice told her. You should be proud. You loved that boy with all your heart and you werent afraid to show it. That takes a special kind of courage.

Or insanity, she thought as she smiled weakly. Poor Riley. Shed made his life a living hell.

And that reporter fellow wrote about you in the town newspaper so everyone knew your story, Eunice added. You were famous.

More like infamous, Gracie muttered, remembering the humiliation of reading about her crush on Riley over breakfast.

Wilmas favorite is the time you nailed his girlfriends doors and windows shut so she couldnt get out for their date. Thats a good one, but my favorite is the time you laid down right in front of his car right there. Eunice pointed to the bit of road in front of her house.

I saw the whole thing. You told him you loved him too much to let him marry Pam and if he was going to go ahead with the engagement, he should just run you over and put you out of your misery.

Gracie held in a groan. Yeah, that was a good one.

Why was the rest of the world allowed to live down their childhood humiliations but everyone wanted to talk about hers?

I guess I sort of owe Riley an apology.

Hes back in town, Eunice said brightly. Did you know?

As pretty much everyone shed run into in the past couple of days had made it a point to tell her, yes. Really?

The old woman winked. Hes single again. What about you, Gracie? Anyone special in your life?

No, but Im very busy with my work right now and

Eunice nodded knowingly. Its fate. Thats what it is. You two have been brought together to be given a second chance.

Gracie knew she would rather be staked out naked on a fire ant hill than ever have anything to do with Riley Whitefield again. She didnt need any more humiliation where he was concerned. And who knew what tortures he would be willing to endure to avoid the likes of her?

Thats really nice, but I dont think I-

Could be hes still sweet on you, Eunice said.

Gracie laughed. Mrs. Baxter, he was terrified of me. If he saw me now, hed run screaming in the opposite direction. Honestly, who could blame him?

Sometimes a man needs a little push.

Sometimes a man needs to be left alone.

Which was exactly what she intended to do. No more running after Riley. In fact, she planned to avoid any functions where he might be. And if they did happen to bump into each other, she would be cool, polite and distant. Maybe she wouldnt even recognize him. Whatever feelings shed once had for Riley were gone. Dead and buried. She was way over him.

Besides, she was a different woman now. Gracious. Mature. No more stalker girl for her.

WHO WAS THAT? Vivian asked when Gracie walked into the Landon family kitchen. Did Mrs. Baxter trap you into talking to her?

Oh, yeah. Gracie put the paper on the counter and took a long drink of coffee. I swear, its as if I just left town last week instead of fourteen years ago.

Time is different for old people, Vivian said as she shook back her cascade of strawberry-blond curls and yawned. For one thing, they get up too early. Mom was out of here before seven this morning.

She said something about a special Saturday sale at the store. Gracie slid onto a stool in front of the counter and set down her mug. Which youre supposed to be helping with.

I know. Vivian stretched. Its my own fault for picking out a three-thousand-dollar wedding dress. My choices were to either blow the budget on that and have nothing for the guests to eat, or chip in. She grinned. At least Im getting a fabulous wedding cake for free.