Praise for Roan Parrish’s Garnet Run series
Best Laid Plans
“This love story is heartrending, swoon-worthy, and extremely well-told.”
—Publishers Weekly, starred review
“Parrish once again offers contemporary romance readers a sizzlingly hot yet surprisingly tender love story that is graced with an inclusive cast of characters and the sort of cute felines that inspire viral internet videos.”
—Booklist
“If an HGTV show and a Hallmark movie had a book baby, it would be this heartwarming, reno-heavy tale of rehabilitation, both emotional and structural.”
—The Globe and Mail
Better Than People
“Parrish delivers an irresistible queer romance... This sensitive tale will leave readers with big smiles on their faces.”
—Publishers Weekly, starred review
“The cozy, low-angst comfort read I didn’t know I needed... The kind of book you’ll want to hold close and read much like the life that Simon and Jack share in the story: while curled up on the couch with the fire flickering and your dogs close by.”
—Love in Panels
Dear Reader,
I love magic. It doesn’t have to be the huge spells-and-flying-cats type of magic (although that all sounds great). But those moments of synchronicity, the mornings when you just know something good is going to happen, the nights when you and your oldest friend text at the same moment and then talk until dawn. And one of my favorite kinds of magic is the magic of the holidays.
In The Lights on Knockbridge Lane, that holiday magic brings single father Adam Mills and reclusive scientist Wes Mobray together. It gives Adam’s daughter, Gus, a new family. And it teaches the residents of Knockbridge Lane that not every shy recluse who only comes out at night is a vampire. (I mean, I’m sure some of them are, but not Wes. :D)
For me, the magic of the holidays is that each one of us has a chance to see the world through the eyes of wonder, hope, and possibility—and what a better world it would be if we could do so all the time. So, brew some cocoa, curl up in front of the fire, and fall in love with magic right alongside Adam and Wes.
Welcome back to Garnet Run, Wyoming. I hope you’ll stay awhile!
Cozy reading,
<3 Roan
RoanParrish.com
The Lights on Knockbridge Lane
Roan Parrish
Roan Parrish lives in Philadelphia, where she’s gradually attempting to write love stories in every genre. When not writing, she can be found cutting her friends’ hair, meandering through the city while listening to torch songs and melodic death metal, or cooking overly elaborate meals. She loves bonfires, winter beaches, minor chord harmonies, and self-tattooing. One time she may or may not have baked a six-layer chocolate cake and then thrown it out the window in a fit of pique.
Books by Roan Parrish
Harlequin Special Edition
The Lights on Knockbridge Lane
Carina Press
The Garnet Run series
Best Laid Plans
Better Than People
The Middle of Somewhere series
In the Middle of Somewhere
Out of Nowhere
Where We Left Off
Standalones
The Remaking of Corbin Wale
Natural Enemies
Heart of the Steal
Thrall
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Excerpt from Sleigh Bells Ring by RaeAnne Thayne
Excerpt from A Child’s Christmas Wish by Makenna Lee
Chapter One
Adam
Everyone on Knockbridge Lane had a different theory about Westley Mobray. It was the first thing Adam Mills heard about as he introduced himself around last week, when he and August moved in.
The eight-year-old McKinnon twins next door said he was a vampire. Their parents, Darren and Rose McKinnon, scoffed at that, but said he could be a witch. Marisol Gutierrez three doors down insisted she’d seen him skulking around the neighborhood at night, hunting for animals to sacrifice to the devil. A teenager at the end of the street reported that anyone who looked him in the eyes would be hypnotized, and anyone who touched him would turn to stone. Mr. Montgomery on the corner just said freak.
Westley Mobray was never seen before sunset, though mysterious packages arrived on his doorstep often. He never spoke to anyone and never waved hello. And late at night, the windows of his run-down house glowed an eerie green.
At least, that’s what they told Adam.
So when he saw the man in question through the twilit haze of his own front window—with his daughter in tow—he was understandably startled. Especially since he’d thought she was playing quietly in her room.
He’d slammed two coffees to prevent it, but he’d been asleep. The kind of light, unsatisfying sleep he often fell into when he had a moment of quiet. Which was something that didn’t happen that often as the newly single parent of an eight-year-old.
His insomnia had been pretty bad since the divorce, and worse since they moved back to Garnet Run, where he was the only one responsible for Gus.
The knock at the door jerked him out of that strange sleep, and he scrambled for the door, stubbing his toe in the process, so that when he yanked it open he was biting back the kind of words that he tried with varying degrees of success not to say in front of Gus.