16 Lighthouse Road (Cedar Cove Series #1)

by Debbie Macomber

Overview

Olivia Lockhart

16 Lighthouse Road

Cedar Cove, Washington

Dear Reader,

You don't know me yet, but in a few hours that's going to change. You see, I'm inviting you to my home and my town of Cedar Cove because I want ou to meet my family, friends, and neighbors. Come and hear their stories — maybe even their secrets!

I have to admit that my own secrets are pretty open. My marriage failed some years ago, and I have a rather ... difficult relationship with my daughter, Justine. Then there's my mother, Charlotte, who has plenty of opinions and is always willing to share them.

Here's an example: I'm a family court judge and she likes to drop in on my courtroom. Recently I was hearing a divorce petition. In Charlotte's view, young Cecilia and Ian Randall hadn't tried hard enough to make their marriage work — and I agreed. So I rendered my judgement: Divorce Denied.

Well, you wouldn't believe the reaction! Thanks to an article by Jack Griffin, the editor of our local paper (and a man I wouldn't mind seeing more of!), everyone's talking.

Cedar Cove — people love it and sometimes they leave it, but they never forget it!

See you soon ...

Olivia

New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber's day starts long before the sun is up: when her alarm clock rings 4:00 a.m., her home on Washington's Puget Sound is still shrouded in darkness. Even her husband's pleas for "just one more snooze, honey" don't dissuade her from focusing on the day ahead.

"I spend so much of my time writing that I hardly have a chance to read," says the talented author, who has written over 100 books to date. "From four to six in the morning is a precious time for me — I get to immerse myself in someone else's words!"

Readers worldwide clamor for her heartwarming stories of home and hearth, lively romantic adventures, inspirational tales of human kindness and even stories of angels with earthly missions. In fact, over 60 million copies of Debbie's boks are in print worldwide!

Debbie is dedicated to making a difference in the lives of those around her. Her inspirational lectures urge women of all ages to pursue their "impossible dreams." After all, this woman who had once been called a "hopeless dreamer" has overcome a variety of obstacles in her own life, including financial strain and the demands of four small children, to become one of the world's most popular writers.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780778304807
Publisher:	Mira Books
Publication date:	03/28/2011
Series:	Cedar Cove Series , #1
Pages:	376
Product dimensions:	4.90(w) x 7.70(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber's day starts long before the sun is up: when her alarm clock rings 4:00 a.m., her home on Washington's Puget Sound is still shrouded in darkness. Even her husband's pleas for "just one more snooze, honey" don't dissuade her from focusing on the day ahead.

"I spend so much of my time writing that I hardly have a chance to read," says the talented author, who has written over 100 books to date. "From four to six in the morning is a precious time for me -- I get to immerse myself in someone else's words!"

Readers worldwide clamor for her heartwarming stories of home and hearth, lively romantic adventures, inspirational tales of human kindness and even stories of angels with earthly missions. In fact, over 60 million copies of Debbie's boks are in print worldwide!

Debbie is dedicated to making a difference in the lives of those around her. Her inspirational lectures urge women of all ages to pursue their "impossible dreams." After all, this woman who had once been called a "hopeless dreamer" has overcome a variety of obstacles in her own life, including financial strain and the demands of four small children, to become one of the world's most popular writers.

Hometown:

Port Orchard, Washington

Date of Birth:

October 22, 1948

Place of Birth:

Yakima, Washington

Education:

Graduated from high school in 1966; attended community college

Website:

http://www.debbiemacomber.com

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

Cecilia Randall had heard of people who, if granted one wish, would choose to live their lives over again. Not her. She'd be perfectly content to blot just one twelve-month period from her twenty-two years.

    The past twelve months.

    Last January, shortly after New Year's, she'd met Ian Jacob Randall, a Navy man, a submariner. She'd fallen in love with him and done something completely irresponsible—she'd gotten pregnant. Then she'd complicated the whole situation by marrying him.

    That was mistake number three and from there, her errors in judgement had escalated. She hadn't been stupid so much as naïve and in love and—worst of all—romantic. The Navy, and life, had cured her of that fast enough.

    Their baby girl had been born premature while Ian was at sea, and it became immediately apparent that she had a defective heart. By the time Ian returned home, Allison Marie had already been laid to rest. It was Cecilia who'd stood alone in the unrelenting rain of the Pacific Northwest while her baby's tiny casket was lowered into the cold, muddy earth. She'd been forced to make life-and-death decisions without the counsel of family or the comfort of her husband.

    Her mother lived on the East coast and, because of a snowstorm, had been unable to fly into Washington State. Her father was as supportive as he knew how to be—which was damn little. His idea of "being there for her" consisted of giving Cecilia a sympathy card and writing a few lines about how sorry he was for her loss. Cecilia had spent countless days and nights by their daughter's empty crib, alternately weeping and in shock. Other Navy wives had tried to console her, but Cecilia wasn't comfortable with strangers. She'd rejected their help and their friendship. And because she'd been in Cedar Cove for such a short time, she hadn't made any close friends in the community, either. As a result, she'd borne her grief alone.

    When Ian did return, he'd blamed Navy procedures for his delay. He'd tried to explain, but by then Cecilia was tired of it all. Only one reality had any meaning: her daughter was dead. Her husband didn't know and couldn't possibly understand what she'd endured in his absence. Since he was on a nuclear submarine, all transmissions during his tour of duty were limited to fifty-word "family grams." Nothing could have been done, anyway; the submarine was below the polar ice cap at the time. She did write to tell him about Allison's birth and then her death. She'd written out her grief in these brief messages, not caring that they'd be closely scrutinized by Navy personnel. But Ian's commanding officer had seen fit to postpone relaying the information until the completion of the ten-week tour. I didn't know, Ian had repeatedly insisted. Surely she couldn't hold him responsible. But she did. Unfair though it might be, Cecilia couldn't forgive him.

    Now all she wanted was out. Out of her marriage, out of this emotional morass of guilt and regret, just out. The simplest form of escape was to divorce Ian.

    Sitting in the hallway near the courtroom, she felt more determined than ever to terminate her marriage. With one swift strike of a judge's gavel, she could put an end to the nightmare of the past year. Eventually she would forget she'd ever met Ian Randall.

    Allan Harris, Cecilia's attorney, entered the foyer outside the Kitsap County courtroom. She watched as he glanced around until he saw her. He raised his hand in a brief greeting, then walked over to where she sat on the hard wooden bench and claimed the empty space beside her.

    "Tell me again what's going to happen," she said, needing the assurance that her life would return to at least an approximation of what it had been a year ago.

    Allan set his briefcase on his lap. "We wait until the docket is announced. The judge will ask if we're ready, I'll announce that we are, and we'll be given a number."

    Cecilia nodded, feeling numb.

    "We can be assigned any number between one and fifty," her attorney continued. "Then we wait our turn."

    Cecilia nodded again, hoping she wouldn't be stuck in the courthouse all day. Bad enough that she had to be here; even worse that Ian's presence was also required. She hadn't seen him yet. Maybe he was meeting somewhere with his own attorney, discussing strategies—not that she expected him to contest the divorce.

    "There won't be a problem, will there?" Her palms were damp and cold sweat had broken out across her forehead. She wanted this to be over so she could get on with her life. She believed that couldn't happen until the divorce was filed. Only then would the pain start to go away.

    "I can't see that there'll be any hang-ups, especially since you've agreed to divide all the debts." He frowned slightly. "Despite that prenuptial agreement you signed."

    A flu-like feeling attacked Cecilia's stomach, and she clutched her purse tightly against her. Soon, she reminded herself, soon she could walk out these doors into a new life.

    "It's a rather ... unusual agreement," Allan murmured.

    In retrospect, the prenuptial agreement had been another in the list of mistakes she'd made in the past year, but according to her attorney one that could easily he rectified. Back when she'd signed it, their agreement had made perfect sense. In an effort to prove their sincerity, they'd come up with the idea that the spouse who wanted the divorce should pay not only the legal costs but all debts incurred during the marriage. It could be seen as either punitive or deterrent; in either case, it hadn't worked. And now it was just one more nuisance to be dealt with.

    Cecilia blamed herself for insisting on something in writing. She'd wanted to be absolutely sure that Ian wasn't marrying her out of any sense of obligation. Yes, the pregnancy was unplanned, but she would've been perfectly content to raise her child by herself. She preferred that to being trapped in an unhappy marriage—or trapping Ian in a relationship he didn't want. Ian, however, had been adamant. He'd sworn that he loved her, loved their unborn child and wanted to marry her.

    As a ten-year-old, Cecilia's entire world had been torn apart when her parents divorced. She refused to do that to her own child. In her mind, marriage was forever, so she'd wanted them to be certain before making a lifetime commitment. How naïve, she thought now. How sentimental. How romantic.

    Ian had said he wanted their marriage to be forever, too, but like so much else this past year, that had been an illusion. Cecilia had needed to believe him, believe in the power of love, believe it would protect her from this kind of heartache.

    In the end, blinded by the prospect of a husband who seemed totally committed to her and by the hope of a happy-ever-after kind of life, Cecilia had acquiesced to the marriage—with one stipulation. The agreement.

    Their marriage was supposed to last as long as they both lived, so they'd devised an agreement that would help them stay true to their vows. Or so they'd thought.... Before the ceremony they'd written the prenuptial contract themselves and had it notarized. She'd forgotten all about it until she'd made an appointment with Allan Harris and he'd asked if she'd signed any agreement prior to the wedding. It certainly wasn't the standard sort of document; nevertheless Allan felt they needed to have the court rescind it.

    Her marriage shouldn't have ended like this, but after their baby died, everything had gone wrong. Whatever love had existed between them had been eroded by their loss. Babies weren't supposed to die—even babies born

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Excerpted from 16 Lighthouse Road by Debbie Macomber. Copyright © 2001 by Debbie Macomber. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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Editorial Reviews

Fans of heartwarming small-town stories will be delighted by close-knit little Cedar Cove, Washington, just a ferry ride from Seattle -- but a world away from big-city life. Don't get the idea that this is a sleepy little town. The local paper may only come out twice a week, but there's plenty happening every day. The citizens of Cedar Cove are full of life, longings, and surprising secrets. The resident of 16 Lighthouse Road is Olivia Lockhart, the judge presiding over the local family court. She has just handed down a controversial decision to prevent naval officer Ian Randall and his wife, Cecilia, from pursuing their divorce. She plans to give the young couple time to work on their marriage in the wake of their infant daughter's death -- whether they want it or not. Between Olivia and her outgoing mom, Charlotte, there's not much that happens in Cedar Cove that goes unnoticed. As you meet their family, friends, and neighbors, you'll see new loves blossom, marriages on the rocks, relationships on the mend, secrets revealed, and old wounds healed -- and this is only our first visit to this charming little community.

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As a family court judge, Olivia Lockhart has dealt with numerous divorce suits but none as peculiar as Cecilia and Ian Randall's. Before the young couple was married the year before, Cecilia and Ian signed a prenuptial agreement stating their marriage would last a lifetime, but now, after the tragic death of their infant daughter, the two wish to rescind the agreement. Sensing that Cecilia and Ian are still in love, Olivia lets her heart guide her decision, and denies their petition. Olivia's decision makes headlines in The Cedar Cove Chronicle and earns her the admiration of the paper's editor, Jack Griffin, a newcomer to the small Washington town. While Jack courts Olivia, and Ian and Cecilia try to repair their marriage, Olivia's daughter is forced to decide whether she should marry a man whom she doesn't love; Olivia's best friend grows frantic over the disappearance of her husband; and Olivia's mother befriends a stroke patient who harbors a secret he would share if he could speak. Despite the novel's fragmented structure, readers will warm to its endearing characters. Prolific Macomber (Thursdays at Eight, etc.) is known for her honest portrayals of ordinary women in small-town America, and this tale cements her position as an icon of the genre. (Sept.) Forecast: A national print advertising campaign and a Northwest author tour scheduled to coincide with the publication of Macomber's latest offering will boost sales, and a rosy real-estate cover will increase the book's appeal to its target readership. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.

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