![]() ![]() With their dreams dashed, can one fractured family find a way to rebuild despite their losses, and will the Lakeside Supper Club be their salvation? In the aftermath of a devastating tragedy, Ned and Mariel lose almost everything they hold dear, and the hard-won victories of each family hang in the balance. Ned is also an heir-to a chain of home-style diners-and while he doesn't have a head for business, he knows his family's chain could provide a better future than his wife's fading restaurant. When Mariel inherited the restaurant, skipping Florence, it created a rift between mother and daughter that never quite healed. The Lakeside Supper Club has been in her family for decades, and while Mariel’s grandmother embraced the business, seeing it as a saving grace, Florence never took to it. Her husband Ned is having an identity crisis, her spunky, beloved restaurant is bleeding money by the day, and her mother Florence is stubbornly refusing to leave the church where she’s been holed up for more than a week. Ryan Stradal, a story of a couple from two very different restaurant families in rustic Minnesota, and the legacy of love and tragedy, of hardship and hope, that unites and divides them that make the pages fly.” -Peopleįrom the New York Times bestselling author J. Quite a bit, the thought came to him, like Phoebe had, the night he first met her.“Stradal serves up another saga of food and family, hurt and healing, pitched between cliff-hanger moments. ![]() To Owen's eyes she looked free, fierce, and slightly mad. She tried to appear calm, but her hand shook slightly, and a trickle of wine ran down her lips and dropped onto her chest. She lounged back in her chair, raised her glass to her lips, and took another swallow of wine. “Isabel! What the hell are you doing?” Owen's voice was a breathless shout of horror. Without even thinking, she pulled the straps of her dress down, letting the top half of her garment fall to her waist. ![]() She took a last bite of rice, then reached for a piece of bread, sopping up the the juice on her plate. She pulled down her shirt and flashed her Indian tits at him and he couldn't help himself. She raised her shaking hand and took another sip of wine.įilthy tramp! I know what she did. We were talking in the office this morning and something us.” He opened his mouth as if to continue, but dropped his head, blushing as he took another bite of food.īelow the table, a knuckle cracked as she clenched her fist. How dare she try to steal my Owen away from me! She smiled at him, hiding her pain. She had to close her eyes briefly as a tide of jealousy surged through her, bitter as gall. “It looks like Anaya and I might be going out sometime soon.” Isabel took a sip of wine, her eyes bright. How will Owen adjust? Will he embrace his destiny as a god's chosen vessel? Or will he deny the pleasures of the flesh which are waiting for him on…Satyrday Night? What she tells him is a revelation which will change his entire life. Pursued by the women he meets, unable to understand what is happening to him, he turns in desperation to the woman who gifted him with the bracelet the night before. ![]() What seemed to him to be an innocent gift has turned his entire world sideways. ![]()
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