By Nora Roberts
I den lilla staden Boonsboro närmar det sig invigning för familjen Montgomerys nyrenoverade värdshus. Den som håller i alla trådar är mellanbrodern Owen, familjens organisatör som har koll på minsta spik i bygget - noggrann enligt honom själv, pedant enligt sina bröder. males det han inte har planerat är att falla för Avery MacTavish, den eviga singeln som jonglerar pizzor och fakturor i sin restaurang tvärs över gatan...
Nora Roberts är född och uppvuxen i Maryland, och i sin senaste romantrilogi har hon inspirerats av staden Boonsboro, där hon bor med sin familj. Liksom i böckerna har hon rustat upp ett gammalt värdshus som nu är hotell. Med Pojkvännen fortsätter Nora Roberts sin omtyckta trilogi om värdshuset i Boonsboro och människorna runt omkring det.
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Extra info for Pojkvännen (Boonsboro, Book 2)
Slade awoke her headache was gone; she remained lying stretched out on the seat. Just after sunset, when they were scarcely an hour from the capital, the ticket collector came in, and she sat upright. The man went back out into the corridor and shut the door. Still they did not speak, their heads nodding with the movement of the train as they looked out at the red landscape and the coming of dusk across it. " Mrs. " She shook her head with impatience. "I don't know any more than you do about it.
It was still night-the same night; her stomach burned and her head ached. Dr. Slade was knocking on the door. Suddenly she was fearful that Mrs. Rainmantle 38 would waken. She put her face near the panel of the door and said calmly, "Yes. " It stopped the knocking, and she heard him go back into his room. A moment later she hurried out toward the bathroom, cursing the plants as they rubbed against her face in the dark. Even before she got to the end of the balcony she realized that she was not going to take a shower.
Dr. Slade was knocking on the door. Suddenly she was fearful that Mrs. Rainmantle 38 would waken. She put her face near the panel of the door and said calmly, "Yes. " It stopped the knocking, and she heard him go back into his room. A moment later she hurried out toward the bathroom, cursing the plants as they rubbed against her face in the dark. Even before she got to the end of the balcony she realized that she was not going to take a shower. There would be nowhere to put the flashlight; it would get wet or fall off onto the floor, and she would be there in the dark with the water running over her.
Pojkvännen (Boonsboro, Book 2) by Nora Roberts