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by Karen Wiesner
Category: Romance CAPA Award Nominee
Description: Kaleidoscope Office Building provides employment to nine hot, young singles --all about to make a love connection. Working 9 to 5 has never been so complicated...or so much fun! Award-winning author Karen Wiesner is the founder of Jewels of the Quill, an award-winning group of authors in all genres banded together to promote their books. The group also does anthologies together. KALEIDOSCOPE SERIES is a compilation of the first five novellas in the series that Karen contributed to Jewels of the Quill anthologies, plus two bonus stories never before published! Includes "Perfect Cadence" (Book 1), "In Cahoots With Cupid" (Book 2), "Behind Amethyst Eyes" (Book 3), "Jordana's Chair" (Book 4), "Paper Tiger" (Book 5), "Cabin Fever" (Book 6), and "The Longest Night" (Book 7)
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: January 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [539 KB]
Reading time: 346-485 min.
5 Hearts and 5 Sweetheart Award Nominee! "The actual flow of these books was phenomenal. The first five stories were previously published but I hadn't read them. The last two are new stories, before unseen by readers. There is no way I can write about each book. However, the more I read, the more I wanted to read. Ms. Wiesner has become a favorite to me and this book just made me more certain than ever that she's permanently on my must read list. I highly recommend this to anyone." ~Brenda Talley for the Romance Studio http://theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/kaleidoscopewiesner.htm 4.5 Stars Total! "Romantic and inspiring. Extremely well done!" ~Detra Fitch for Huntress Reviews http://www.huntressreviews.com/ 4 Stars! "An absorbing collection of consecutive stories featuring the lives and loves of the employees and friends of businesses in the Kaleidoscope office building." ~Susan Mobley for RT Book Reviews http://www.rtbookreviews.com "Perfect Cadence: Poignant. Each of these contemporary romance stories contains fully developed lead couples as Karen Wiesner displays her talent with this strong, first-time-together collection of the Kaleidoscope tales." ~Harriet Klausner for Genre Go Round http://genregoroundreviews.blogspot.com/2010/10/karen-wiesners-kaleidoscope-series.html 4 Tea Cups! "Karen brought seven stories of family and friendships into one collective book, and the short stories were wonderfully written. She brought back what true friendships, love and commitments are all about where people care for each other and where you help family and friends when they have a need." ~Wendy for Happily Ever After Reviews http://hea-reviews.blogspot.com/2010/09/kaleidoscope-series-by-karen-wiesner.html
The cabin in the woods at the approach of evening was more picturesque than she could have imagined.
Too bad all I want to do is drop into bed and sleep.
After parking the rental car, Keri trudged awkwardly up the stone walk pushing an oversized rolling suitcase, the matching toiletry case slung over the same arm, skis and purse on the other. She noticed that the path from the road had been shoveled and could only guess that her boss and close friend, Angela Lewis, who'd offered her the use of her family's cabin, had called ahead to have the path cleared for her.
The log cabin was rustic and old-fashioned looking, but beautifully kept up. Much as she wanted to appreciate that she had it all to herself for free for a full two weeks, she could barely keep her eyes open. She hadn't slept the night before. Between that, the flight and boring airport time, then the drive out to the cabin, all she wanted was a warm bed.
The cabin would be cold inside. Angela had warned her that it was as rustic inside as out, though they did have running water and electricity. A fireplace in every room would heat the cabin during her stay here. In theory, it sounded romantic, but Keri wasn't sure her crash course in how to build a fire would be any help when it came time to try it in a real fireplace.
The light over the front door came on at her approach. Propping her skis against the side of the door, she dug into her purse for the key Angela had given her. Her handbag was a cluttered mess. She finally had to set down the make-up case so she could go through it. Light snow fell around her. The cold seeped in while she tried to locate the key with the platinum moon keychain in the dark confines of the bag.
Perfect ski conditions, she told herself, growing frustrated as the key eluded her. Crouching down, she started taking things out of her purse. Angela had given her the key a couple weeks ago, when Keri took her up on her annual offer to her five employees to use her family's cabin in Portland, Oregon, not far from Mt. Hood. The pile beside her began to grow as snow came down harder. I've come seventeen hundred miles. Without the key. What could I have done with it? I don't remember taking it out of my purse since Angela thrust it in my hand.
Keri cast her mind back to the day Angela gave her the key, insisting she take it and use the cabin over Christmas. She'd been talking about how her grandfather had built the cabin, intending it to be a family heirloom. Angela considered her employees her friends and therefore her family. The rest of her birth family wouldn't mind. If someone asks, just tell them you're a friend of Angela's... Only half listening, Keri had dropped the key into her purse.
The moon keychain finally came to light in the darkest depths of her handbag, and she pulled it out with a growl. As she piled the junk back in, she saw a receipt from Krispy Kreme. Rob loved Krispy Kreme doughnuts. The morning after their third date, she'd run out and bought them coffees and a dozen--
I don't want to think about Rob Channing and his love affair with Krispy Kreme. Or how stupid I was to invite him to move into my apartment. Or what I was silly enough to think that move meant. And what a disappointment it's been in the six months since. I'm here to forget all that. Sure, the plan was that he'd move out while I was here, but...
Keri rose on her feet with the key firmly in hand. After she shoved the door open, she frowned when she saw a glow of light ahead. Quickly, she scooped up her luggage, skis and purse, then entered. She couldn't help wondering if Angela had called ahead and had someone make the house ready. It would be just like her. Still, hadn't she said something about how rustic this place was? Keri would have to stock the kitchen on her own. Shovel the walk. Build her own fire to heat the cabin. That didn't get into doing laundry, dishes and cleaning before she left so the cabin was as clean as when she came.
She'd almost chosen another place because of all that. What did she know about cooking, shoveling or building a fire? She ate in restaurants so she wouldn't have to cook. All her life, she'd lived in places where caretakers shoveled the snow, mowed the lawn, kept up the building maintenance. The closest she'd ever come to building her own fire was lighting too many candles and almost setting the bathroom on fire when she forgot to put them out.
The cabin was cozy and warm. A fire burned in the main room. In the pleasant, crackling glow, Keri saw couches, a small table set up with a chess game, a king-size bed already made up. The main room connected with the kitchen nook. Modern appliances almost seemed to clash with the wood table and chairs set. She knew the room toward the back must be the combination bathroom and laundry room.
Glancing to the right, she saw a ladder near the bed that she figured led to a loft.
Ang, you knew I'd freak out about being in the backwoods and taking care of myself here. You must have been as surprised as I am that I came anyway. I just needed this time away, without a phone that might tempt me to call Rob.
Forcing herself not to follow that line of thought again, she dumped her things near the rocking chair in the dark corner beside the bed. When she shrugged out of her heavy parka, she realized the room was warm enough to warrant her usual sleep attire. Smiling for the first time in what felt like six months, she slid nude under the thick, down comforter. Not so bad, she thought on a sigh of pleasure. If she could forget Rob long enough to enjoy herself, her vacation could help her get her head on straight about the mess her love life had turned into.