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One wish
Carr, Robyn, author.
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Don Mills, Ontario : MIRA Books, 2015
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296 pages ; 25 cm.
Starting a new life as a flower-shop owner, former champion figure skater Grace Dillon begins a no-strings-attached relationship with high school teacher Troy Headly, and when Grace's past comes back to haunt her, Troy doubles down on their relationship and brings it to the next level.
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#1 New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr delivers another smart, funny, emotional novel about the complexities of life in the small Oregon town of Thunder Point 

Grace Dillon was a champion figure skater before she moved to Thunder Point to escape the ruthless world of fame and competition. And though she's proud of the quiet, self-sufficient life she's created running a successful flower shop, she knows something is missing. Her life could use a little excitement. 

In a community where there are few eligible singles, high school teacher Troy Headly appoints himself Grace's fun coach . When he suggests a little companionship with no strings attached, Grace is eager to take him up on his offer, and the two enjoy...getting to know each other. 

But things get complicated when Grace's past catches up with her, and she knows that's not what Troy signed up for. Faced with losing her, Troy realizes Grace is more than just a friend with benefits. He's determined to help her fight for the life she always wished for but never believed she could have...and maybe find real love along the way.

Author Notes

Robyn Carr is a best-selling author of romance novels. She studied nursing in college, but because she married her high school sweetheart who then joined the US Navy, Carr never had time to stay in one place and practice nursing. Instead, she became a reader of romance novels and then decided to write her own. Since that time she has written many historical and contemporary-based romance novels.

Robyn's titles include the Virgin River, Thunder Point, and Grace Valley series as well as a number of stand-alone novels. Robyn's titles, A New Hope and Wildest Dreams, made the New York Times bestseller list in 2015. Robyn's titles, Backward Glance, What We Find, The House on Olive Street and The Life She Wants, made the New York Times bestseller list in 2016.

(Bowker Author Biography)

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Booklist Review

Grace Dillon, proprietor of Thunder Point's flower shop, likes her low-key life. Following Seth and Iris' wedding, in which she served as maid of honor, she begins to spend some time as a friend with hunky high-school teacher Troy. Troy, Iris' adventure-seeking ex-boyfriend (fans of Carr's series will remember Iris from The Homecoming, 2014), decides to appoint himself Grace's fun coach but soon finds himself falling in love with the reticent florist. Grace has a fascinating hidden past as a world champion figure skater. Her wealthy family spared no expense in helping her excel, but when she gave up skating she also severed ties with her controlling mother, also a world-class skater in her time. Ray Anne, the always on-the-prowl real estate agent who just may have finally found true love, takes in her niece, Ginger, who is horribly depressed. As usual in Thunder Point, members of the close-knit community encounter serious issues, but loving and supportive friends and family pull together and succeed in making life better for all involved. Another feel-good installment in this cherished series.--Tixier Herald, Diana Copyright 2015 Booklist

Publisher's Weekly Review

Carr fills her seventh visit to Thunder Point (after The Homecoming) with a charming cast of characters and a tender love story. Grace Dillon-formerly known as champion ice skater Izzy Banks-moves to the small Oregon town and buys a small flower shop, hoping to escape the overwhelming pressures of the competitive skating world. High school teacher Troy Headly is getting over a long relationship and looking for some lighthearted fun, so he offers a no-strings-attached relationship to the too-serious florist. Things heat up quickly when the two realize that they feel far more for each other than mere friendship. But after Grace's estranged mother returns to town with a bombshell revelation, their relationship might be nipped in the bud. Carr neatly weaves in glimpses of the happily-ever-afters from previous books in the series, which will please longtime readers. This is a solid smalltown romance with heart. (Mar.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

Library Journal Review

Done with the pressure, fame, and dangers of competitive figure skating, gold medalist Izzy Banks (nee Isabella Grace Dillon Banks) defies her controlling mother and drops out of sight, eventually building a thriving flower business and new life for herself in Thunder Point, OR, as Grace Dillon. She's even found a new romantic relationship with high school teacher Troy Headly that might become serious. Then Grace's past surfaces, turning her life upside down and forcing Troy to come to terms with his feelings. Although the focus here is on Grace and Troy, familiar characters continue their stories in the background, while a few new folks make an appearance as fans keep up with the town's doings. VERDICT Best friends-turned-lovers sort out their feelings and meet the future head-on in an insightful, multilayered story that is laced with laughter and tears and is a wonderful addition to Carr's engaging series. Each story is complete in itself, but new readers may wish to start at the beginning with The Wanderer. Best-selling author Carr (The Homecoming) lives in Henderson, NV. (c) Copyright 2015. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.



Grace Dillon's flower shop was very quiet on the day after Christmas. She had no orders to fill, no deliveries to make, and she'd be very surprised if her shop phone rang at all. Most people were trying to recover from Christmas; many families were away for the holidays or had company to entertain. Grace drove to North Bend to grab an early skate before the rink got busy. Figure skating classes were suspended over Christmas break and people, mostly kids who wanted to try out their new skates, would dominate the rink later in the day. Grace loved these secret early morning skates. She had a deal with Jake Galbraith, the rink owner. She could call him and if it was convenient, he'd let her skate for an hour or two while they were getting ready to open. He didn't want to charge her, but she paid him fifty dollars an hour anyway. It was a point of pride. He smiled at her when she came in and told her to have a good skate. She stretched and then stepped onto the deserted ice, closely following the Zamboni ice resurfacer that had just finished. She warmed up with forward and backward crossovers, backward half swizzle pumps, figure eights, scratch spins and axels. She noticed Jake was watching, leaning his forearms on the boards. She performed a forward spiral and a leaning tower spiral. She executed a perfect sit spin next. She circled the ice a few times, adding a jump here and there. She had been famous for her straddle split jump, touching her toes with her fingers. When she looked for Jake again, he had disappeared. Suddenly, the music started, filling the rink with the strains of "Rhapsody in Blue." She glided into an arabesque, arms stretched, fingers pointed, wrists flexible. She saw that Jake had returned, was watching her every move. She went for a double axel and fell on her ass. She got up, laughing to herself. She glided around the rink a few times, tried the jump again and landed it, but it wasn't pretty. The music changed to another Gershwin tune. She'd practiced to this music as a little girl; it was familiar and comfortable. Her earliest memories of skating always filled her with nostalgia and comfort. That was before the competition got really fierce. She'd been on the ice for an hour when the music segued into Alicia Keys's "Girl on Fire" and it lit her up. Her signature music. She was on fire! She skated like she was competing. When she was fifteen, stronger but lighter and more flexible, she could really catch the air. She noticed other people watching--a guy leaned on his broom and gazed at her, a couple of teenage girls who worked in the skate rental shop had stopped working to watch, the Zamboni driver leaned a shoulder against the rink glass, hands in his pockets. Two hours slid by effortlessly. She slowed and got off the ice when she heard the sounds of people arriving to skate. "Beautiful," Jake said. "It's been a while since I've seen you." "Holidays are busy at the shop," she said. She tried to get to the rink on Sunday mornings, but the past month had been frantic--wreaths, centerpieces, two weddings and increased day-today traffic in the shop. "You should spend more time on the ice. I have a long list of people looking for a good coach." She shook her head. "I don't think I'd be a good coach. I don't have time for one thing. And I'd never go back on the circuit, even with students. I left that world." "I thought the day would come that you might be interested in going back, maybe not in competition for yourself, but coaching. I think on name alone you'd make a fortune." "I left the name behind, too," she reminded him with a smile. "We have an agreement." "I haven't said a word. People ask me, who is that girl, but I just say you're training and asked not to be identified. Some of them guess and would show up to watch you if they had any idea when you would be skating. The ice misses you. Watching you skate is like seeing music." "Nice try. I don't train anymore. I spent as much time on my ass as on my blades. I look like crap." "Your worst is better than a lot of bests I see. I've missed you. Maybe you'll have more time in the new year." "We'll see." She took off her skates and pulled on her Ugg boots. Sometimes she questioned her decision to leave it all behind, because being on the ice made her so happy. Then she'd remind herself that while a couple of hours felt great, the difficult routine of a competitive figure skater was grueling, exhausting. As a coach she'd never be able to push young girls the way she'd been pushed. She pulled out a hundred dollars in cash for her two hours alone on the rink. Jake had told her he put the money in a special scholarship fund for young wannabe Olympians who couldn't otherwise afford lessons. She told him however he wanted to spend it was fine with her. As long as he didn't sell her out. As she left the rink she reflected that her life in Thunder Point was so much more peaceful than it had been in competition and her freedom was hard-won. She had friends now, even if they didn't know who she had been before. At least no one thought of her as tragic or complicated or as one of the saddest yet most triumphant stories told on the competitive skating circuit. No one was threatened by her, hated her, feared or resented her. No one called her a rich bitch or a dirty liar. Of course, the weight of her secrets sometimes wore on her. Jake Galbraith had recognized her at once. All she had to do was ask the cost of a private rink for a couple of hours and he knew immediately who she was. She hadn't confided in anyone in Thunder Point. When she got into the van she saw that she had a message on her cell phone. She listened to it before leaving the parking lot. It was Mikhail, her old coach. He still kept tabs on her. They stayed in touch. Often, they left each other a series of brief messages because he could be anywhere in the world. "I am wishing you happy Christmas," the Russian said. "I think I am day late. If so, you will understand." Grace waited until she was back in her tiny apartment above the flower shop before returning the call. "I thought you had forgotten all about me," she said to his voice mail. "It was a happy Christmas. I was a maid of honor for my friend Iris yesterday--that's how I spent the day. I've never been in a wedding before. It was small and intimate, a beautiful experience. And this morning I went skating. I fell three times." Then she mimicked his accent. "What can I say? I am clumsy oaf with no training." Then she laughed, wished him the best New Year ever and said goodbye. Grace's beloved father and coach died rather suddenly when she was only fourteen and he was sixty. Her mother, once a competitive and professional figure skater, responded by hiring an even better coach, a very short Russian of huge reputation who could take Grace all the way. There was no time for grieving, they had work to do. Mikhail Petrov was a tough, brilliant coach and they were together for nine years. He had been very unhappy with her decision to leave competition and for a couple of years he pestered her to return to the sport. "Before you forget everything I taught you!" Her mother, Winnie Dillon Banks, who had herself been a teenage skating wonder, was worse than devastated. She was furious. "If you quit now, after all I've invested in you, you are dead to me." After the 2010 Winter Games in Vancouver, Grace walked away from everything and everyone. All she'd ever wished for was to be like everyone else. To not be constantly judged every time she took a breath. She wanted to be normal. In the afternoon, when Grace was just about to ruin her dinner with a big bowl of popcorn while looking through various online floral arrangements on her laptop, there was a light tapping at her back door. She pulled the curtain to peek out through the window in the door and was shocked to see Iris. She opened the door. "Don't newlyweds lay around in bed for several days after the wedding? Doing it until their parts give out?" Grace asked, only half teasing. "Maybe when one of the newlyweds isn't the town deputy," Iris said. "We did eat breakfast in bed and Seth didn't go to the office until about one. I cleaned the house, thawed something for dinner and…" She paused. "I called Troy to tell him." "You didn't tell him before, huh?" Grace asked. Iris shook her head. Troy Headly, high school history teacher and the fantasy of all the high school girls, had had a very big crush on Iris. They had dated for only a few months last spring when Iris told him theirs would have to be a friendship-only relationship. She was the high school guidance counselor and before getting involved with a teacher in the same school, she had to be powerfully sure. And she hadn't been. But Troy had pursued Iris right up until Seth was in the picture. Even then, it was pretty obvious he still had a serious thing for Iris and wouldn't mind if Seth fell off the face of the earth. "How'd he take it?" Grace asked. "Like a man," Iris said. "Is it too early for wine?" "Certainly not!" Grace pulled a bottle of Napa Cellars sau-vignon blanc from her little refrigerator and opened it. "Was it awful?" "Nah, it was fine. Good, really. He was surprised we got married so soon, but then so was everyone. So were we, when you get down to it. He congratulated me and said he hoped I'd be very happy--all the right things. Then I asked him if he was going to be all right and he laughed, but he didn't sound amused. He said he was surprised to find himself disappointed an old girlfriend got married. It's hard for me to think of myself as his girlfriend--it was never that serious. Even Troy admits he's not looking for a wife! Not now. He likes the single life." Grace poured the wine and put the bowl of popcorn between them. "A gourmet treat," she said. "Or maybe dinner. So, is it different? Being married?" "Not yet," Iris said. "Ask me again when we merge bank accounts. We've been solitary, single adults for a long time. Right now we're each taking care of our own obligations until Seth either rents or sells his town house. There's plenty of closet space at my house, but we could have issues when his manly furniture looks for space among my decidedly female things." "You're staying in your house," Grace said in relief. "It's perfect for us. I like to ride my bike to work in good weather." "I love your house," Grace said. "Aren't you ever going to have a honeymoon?" "Eventually. We're looking for deals online right now. We're going to sneak away in a couple of months, hopefully somewhere warm and sunny, when Seth can get away from the town and I can escape my office at school. But what about you, Grace? Why aren't you seeing anyone?" Grace burst out laughing. It wasn't the first time Iris had asked. "First of all, who? Second, when?" "Don't you ever meet a groomsman at any of the weddings you do?" "Never. They all come long after I'm gone and I'm not invited to the receptions. Besides, isn't that the kiss of death? Hooking up with someone in the wedding party at the reception? No thanks." "We have to get you out more," Iris said. "Right," Grace said doubtfully. "Maybe I could help you chaperone the prom and meet some very promising eighteen-year-old? Nah, I don't think so." "We'll go clubbing or something." "Clubbing?" Grace sputtered. "In Thunder Point?" "Okay, we'll go up to North Bend. And graze." "I'm sure Seth would appreciate that!" "Well, I won't take any phone numbers or bring anyone home." "Iris," Grace said, lifting her wineglass. "Let it go. I'll handle my own love life. In my own time, in my own way." "There's always Troy," Iris said, sipping. "Nah, we're pals. There's no chemistry." On his side. "We had a beer together once, followed by grilled cheese and tomato soup. It was swell. Besides, I'm not interested in your sloppy seconds. I read, you know. Rebound boyfriends are not a good idea." "You can't just work all the time," Iris said. "No?" Grace asked. "I thought you could." Growing up, everyone thought Grace was a spoiled rich kid, but she had been raised on hard, committed, constant work. If she took a day off she felt ashamed. Her program would suffer. But her work hadn't been the kind average people understood. Her full name was Isabella Grace Dillon Banks. She'd given up most of her name and went by Grace Dillon because Izzy Banks was very well-known in some circles. Probably not among her Thunder Point acquaintances, but for those who watched champion figure skating competitions around the world, Izzy Banks was known, both for her skating and for her involvement in dramas and scandals that rocked the skating world. Grace's mother, Winnie Dillon Banks, was a wealthy heiress whose grandfather made money in tobacco. She was a well-known skater in her time, though never as successful as Grace in competitions. Winnie's best show as a competitive skater had been second place in Nationals. But she saw in her daughter her chance to win and became the ultimate stage mother. Grace had a privileged, isolated childhood where skating was everything. Grace was born to an ice-skating icon and her coach. Winnie Dillon began a love affair with her coach, Leon Banks, when she was twenty-two. Some cynical rivals and professional observers suggested she succumbed to marriage and motherhood when all signals pointed to her competing days being over. Winnie and Leon had their daughter on skates before she was four years old. They pushed and trained her hard. In those early days, when skating was simply fun, when she yearned to be the best, Grace was happy. She begged to skate and hated her time off. She'd have been on the ice eight hours a day if her father had let her. She was coddled and loved and indulged. She had a few friends, other little girls who were training and taking lessons and part of a skating club, some of them Leon's other students. Grace loved her parents very much and didn't quite understand until after her father's death that theirs had been a difficult marriage. Her father was much older than Winnie and more focused on his students than his wife. Her mother was a demanding diva and socialite; she dragged a reluctant Leon to charity events and parties. Her parents disagreed on almost everything, especially Grace's training and education. Grace never went to traditional school, public or private--she had tutors. Leon thought this might be a mistake, feared she wouldn't be a well-adjusted child. Excerpted from One Wish by Robyn Carr All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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