Smokejumper Aiden Callaway never questioned his career choice until the job took the life of his friend and left Aiden with injuries and fractured memories. In trying to find the truth, Aiden seeks help from an unlikely ally... Sara had always been untouchable, his sister's best friend, and the girl next door, but one reckless night in their youth changed everything. Sara is afraid to take another chance on the man who broke her heart, and Aiden knows how dangerous an intense fire can be. As teenagers they weren't ready for each other. Are they ready now?
|Publisher:||Hyde Street Press|
|Product dimensions:||5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.90(d)|
About the Author
Barbara Freethy is a #1 New York Times Bestselling Author of 41 novels ranging from contemporary romance to romantic suspense and women's fiction. Traditionally published for many years, Barbara opened her own publishing company in 2011 and has since sold over 4.8 million copies of her books. Nineteen of her titles have appeared on the New York Times and USA Today Bestseller Lists. In July of 2014, Barbara was named the Amazon KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing) Bestselling Author of ALL TIME! She was also the first Indie Author to sell over 1 million copies at both Barnes and Noble and Amazon.
An author known for writing emotional stories about ordinary people caught up in extraordinary situations, Barbara has received starred reviews from Publishers' Weekly and Library Journal and has also received six nominations for the RITA for Best Single Title Contemporary Romance from Romance Writers of America. She has won the honor twice for her novels Daniel's Gift and The Way Back Home. Barbara recently launched a new contemporary series, The Callaways, featuring a family born to "serve and protect". For more information, visit Barbara's website at www.barbarafreethy.com
Read an Excerpt
As a teenager, seeing her father’s car in the driveway when she came home from school had always made Sara Davidson uneasy. She would steel herself for the evening to come, never quite sure why she felt afraid. Stephen Davidson had never physically abused her, but he had been demanding, and his words cut like a knife.
It wasn’t always what he said that was the worst part; it was the rejection in his gaze, and the cold quiet that usually followed his disappointment in her.
It would be different now, Sara told herself as she got out of her rental car. She was twenty-nine years old, a successful lawyer, and she hadn't lived at home in ten years. So why did she feel trepidation?
Because her relationship with her father had never been quite right.
They were biologically connected, but emotionally they were as distant as two people could be. Her mother, Valerie, had been the buffer between them, but her mom had died when Sara was nineteen years old. For the past decade it had been just her and her dad. Actually, it had mostly been just her.
While her father had paid for her education and living expenses, he hadn’t come to her graduationsnot from college or from law school. The last time she’d seen him in person had been five years ago when they’d both attended the funeral of her grandmother, her father's mother.
She walked up the path, pausing at the bottom of the stairs, her hand tightening around the bottle of wine she’d brought for her dad’s sixty-fifth birthday on Sunday. She’d tried her best to get him something a wine connoisseur would appreciate – a bottle of 1989 Chateau Mouton Rothschild Bordeaux. The wine had cost as much as her monthly car payment; she hoped it would be worth it. Her father was her only living relative, and she still, probably foolishly, wanted to believe they could find a way to connect with each other.
Her nerves tightened, and she had to fight back the urge to flee. She'd flown all the way across the country to see him; she couldn’t back down. Trying to calm her racing heart, she looked around, reminding herself that this had once been home.
Her father’s two-story house with the white paint and dark brown trim was located in the middle of the block in a San Francisco neighborhood known as St. Francis Wood. Not far from the ocean, the houses in this part of the city were detached and had yards, unlike much of the city where the homes shared common walls.
Her family had moved into this house when she was nine years old, and one of her favorite places to be was sitting in the swing on the front porch. She’d spent many hours reading or watching the kids who lived next door. The Callaways were a big, Irish-Catholic blended family. Jack Callaway, a widower with four boys, had married Lynda Kane, a divorcee with two girls. Together, they’d had fraternal twins, a boy and a girl, rounding out the family at eight kids.
As an only child, Sara had been fascinated by the Callaways and a little envious. Jack Callaway was a gregarious Irishman who told great stories and had never met a stranger. Jack was a San Francisco firefighter, following in his father’s and grandfather’s footsteps. The Callaways had been born to serve and protect, and all of the kids had been encouraged to follow the family tradition. At least two of the boys had become firefighters, and last she'd heard her friend Emma had done the same, but she hadn't spoken to Emma in a long time.
A wave of nostalgia hit her as her gaze drifted down the block. She'd let her childhood friends gonot that there had been that many, but she could still hear the sounds of the past, kids laughing and playing. The Callaway boys had run the neighborhood, taking over the street on summer nights to play baseball, football, or any other game they'd invent. She'd occasionally been part of those games, but not often.
She might have grown up next door to the Callaways, but she'd lived in an entirely different worlda world of quiet structure and discipline, a world where expectations for grades and achievement were high, and having fun didn't factor into any equation.
Sighing, she pushed the past back where it belonged and walked up the stairs. Time to stop procrastinating.
She rang the bell, and a moment later the front door swung open. She drew in a quick breath as she met her father's dark gaze. At six foot four, Stephen Davidson was a foot taller than she was, and had always scared the hell out of her. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and wiry frame. Today, he wore black slacks and a white button-down shirt that had always been his uniform during the week. He seemed thinner than she remembered, although he’d always been fit. His sense of discipline extended to every part of his life.
"Surprise!" she said, forcing a smile on her face.
"What are you doing here, Sara?"
"It's your birthday on Sunday."
"You should have called."
"You would have told me not to come."
"Yes, I would have done that," he agreed. "It's not a good time."
It hadn't been a good time in over a decade. "Can I come in?" she asked.
He hesitated for a long moment, then gave a resigned nod.
She crossed the threshold, feeling as if she'd just gotten over the first hurdle. There would be more coming, but at least she'd made it through the door. Pausing in the entry, she glanced toward the living room on her right. It was a formal room, with white couches, glass tables, and expensive artwork. They'd never spent any time in that room as a family, and it didn't appear that that had changed. Turning her head to the left, she could see the long mahogany table in the dining room and the same dried flower arrangement that had always been the centerpiece.
The fact that the house hadn't changed in ten years was probably a sign that her father hadn't changed either.
"You shouldn't have come without calling, Sara,” her father repeated, drawing her attention back to him.
"Well, I'm here, and I brought you a present." She handed him the wine.
He reluctantly took the bottle, barely glancing at the label. "Thank you."
"It's very rare," she said, wishing for a bigger reaction.
"I'm sure it is." He set the bottle down on a side table.
She squared her shoulders, irritated by his lack of enthusiasm. But she knew it would take more than a bottle of wine to crack the iceberg between them. "I'd like to stay for the weekend."
"You want to stay here?" he asked, dismay in his eyes.
"Why not? You have the room." She headed up the stairs, figuring it would be best not to give her father time to argue. He was an excellent attorney who knew how to win an argument. But she was pretty good, too.
When she reached the upstairs landing, her gaze caught on the only two family pictures that had ever hung in the house. On the left was a family shot of the three of them, taken when she was about eleven years old. She remembered quite clearly how desperately her mother had wanted a professional family picture and how hard her father had fought against it, but it was one of the few battles that Valerie had won.
The other photo was of her and her mother taken at her high school graduation. Her mother had a proud smile on her face. They looked a lot alike, sharing many of the same features: an oval-shaped face, long, thick light brown hair that fell past their shoulders, and wide-set dark brown eyes. A wave of sadness ran through her as she realized this was the last photo of her and her mother. Valerie had died two years later.
Turning away from the memories, she moved down the hall. Her room was at the far end of the corridor. It had been stripped down to the basics: a mattress and box spring, her old desk on one wall, her dresser on the other. The bookshelves were empty and so were the drawers. Only a few nails revealed that there had once been pictures on the wall. There was absolutely no trace of her childhood.
She shouldn't be surprised. Her father had shipped her several boxes a couple of years ago, but it still felt a little sad to see how her early life had been completely erased.
Moving to the window, she looked out at a familiar view – the Callaways' backyard. The large wooden play structure that was built like a fort with slides and tunnels was empty now. Like herself, the Callaways had grown up. She wondered if any of them still lived at home.
"As you can see, I'm not set up for guests," her dad said, interrupting her thoughts.
She turned to see him standing in the doorway. "I'm sure there are some extra sheets in the linen closet. I don't need much."
He stared back at her, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Why are you here, Sara?"
"I wanted to be here for your birthday. It's been a long time since we've shared more than an email. We should talk, catch up with each other."
"Why on earth would you want to talk to me?"
The confusion in his eyes made her realize just how far apart they'd drifted. "Because you're my father. You're my family. We're the only ones left."
"Do you need money?"
"This isn't about money. Mom would not have wanted us to end up like strangers. We need to try to improve our relationship."
He stared back at her for a long moment, then said, "There's nothing left for you here, Sara. I wish you well, but we both need to move on. If you stay, it won't go well. We'll only disappoint each other."
Her chest tightened, the finality of his words bringing pain as well as anger. Her father was like a brick wall. She kept throwing herself at him, trying to break through his resistance, but all she ever achieved was a new batch of emotional bruises.
"You're a grown woman now," he added. "You don't need a father."
"Not that I ever really had one," she countered, surprising herself a little with the words. She was used to holding her tongue when it came to her dad, because talking usually made things worse.
"I did my best," he said.
"Did you?" she challenged.
A tickle caught at her throat and her eyes blurred with unwanted tears. She had not come here to cry. She sniffed, wondering why the air felt so thick. It took a minute to register that it was not her emotions that were making her eyes water, but smoke.
The same awareness flashed in her father's eyes. "Damn," he swore. "The kitchenI was cooking"
He ran out of the room, and she followed him down the stairs, shocked by how thick the smoke was in the entry.
She was on her dad's heels when he entered the kitchen. The scene was unbelievable. Flames shot two feet in the air off a sizzling pot on the stove. The fire had found more fuel in a stack of newspapers on the counter that had been left too close to the burner, those sparks leaping to the nearby curtains.
Her father grabbed a towel and tried to beat out some of the flames, but his efforts only seemed to make things worse. Embers flew everywhere, finding new places to burn, the heat growing more and more intense. Moving to the sink, she turned on the faucet and filled up a pitcher, but it was taking too long to get enough water. She threw some of it at the fire, but it made no difference.
"Move aside," her dad shouted, grabbing two hot pads.
"What are you doing?" she asked in confusion.
He tried to grab the pot and move it to the sink, but she was in the way, and he stumbled, dropping the pot in the garbage. She jumped back from an explosion of new fire.
"We have to call 911," she said frantically. But there was no phone in the kitchen, and her cell phone was in her bag by the entry. "Let's get out of here."
Her father was still trying to put out the fire, but he was getting nowhere.
"Get out, Sara," he said forcefully, then ran into the adjacent laundry room.
"Wait! Where are you going?"
"I have to get something important," he yelled back at her.
"Dad. We need to get out of the house." She coughed out the words, but she might as well have remained silent because her dad had vanished through the laundry room and down the back stairs to the basement. She couldn't imagine what he had to get. There was nothing but gardening tools and cleaning supplies down there.
She started to follow him, then jumped back as the fire caught the wallpaper next to her head, sizzling and leaping towards her clothing.
"Dad," she screamed. "We need to get out of the house."
A crash echoed through the house. Then all she could hear was the crackling of the fire.
End of Excerpt
Tell us about On a Night Like This.
ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS is the first book my new connected family series, The Callaways. The Callaways are a big blended Irish family. The father had four sons and married a woman with two daughters, and together they had twins – a yours, mine, and ours situation! All eight siblings are now in their 20′s and 30′s and will be featured in their own books, with continuing storylines throughout the series. ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS will be available in stores December 26, 2012.
What genre is it?
It’s a contemporary romance.
What kind of readers will it appeal to?
Readers who enjoy contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and connected series.
You are a prolific writer. How many books have you written to date? And what would you say are the defining characteristics of a Barbara Freethy novel?
ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS will be my 34th published novel. My books are always complicated. I love big plots and deep emotional moments. I tend to write books that blend the romance genre with suspense and also with women’s fiction. I enjoy writing about ordinary people caught up in extraordinary adventures. And, I like to surprise my readers, which is always a challenge!
If there’s someone out there right now, logged into Amazon or B&N, wanting to buy their first Barbara Freethy, which book would you advise them to start with?
If they tend more toward romantic suspense, I would suggest Silent Run (the first of a connected duo) or Don’t Say A Word, one of my most popular romantic suspense titles. If the reader is more interested in emotional romance, I would suggest, When Wishes Collide (Wish Series), Daniel’s Gift, or One True Love. If they’d like a women’s fiction novella, I’d suggest A Secret Wish (the first in my Wish Series).
Have you ever, in your career, been tempted by any passing literary fads of the day? Did you ever consider throwing a vampire into a story when the whole world was Twilight crazy? Has Fifty Shades of Grey made you consider putting in some kinky sex?
Great question! While it’s tempting to jump on the bandwagon, I believe you have to write to your strength. If your strength happens to be in an area that’s hot, you’re really lucky! Because fads are impossible to predict and often end abruptly, I don’t write to them. I have to write stories that speak to me, because I spend a long time with the characters in my book and my story line, and it has to be something I believe in. I’ve always felt that readers can tell when an author believes in the world they’ve created, and when they’re just going through the motions. However, that said, there is a business aspect to writing, and if you can write a book in a popular area of fiction, I would say go for it. But if you hate that subject, don’t think you can whip something out just to cash in. It’s really tough to do that and I think it can hurt the creative process.
You have sold millions of books. How does that feel? Does the number get so large that it becomes practically meaningless or does it get so large that you almost become obsessed by it?
The number of books is never meaningless. It’s very, very exciting! I’m closing in on 3 million ebooks sold in the last two years, which is just phenomenal for me as a writer. I’ve been writing for quite a few years, and I’ve never been able to reach that many readers in such a short period of time. The most wonderful part of the numbers is that they translate into readers and often new readers. Now that my books no longer disappear, because the physical bookstores can’t keep every print book on sale, my stories will be available forever and readers can catch up on what I’ve written previously. The development of ebooks has really changed everything for writers.
You have said that the secret to selling lots of books is writing lots of books. That goes against the usual advice that self-published authors receive, which is to spend lots of time marketing on Twitter and Facebook.
All authors feel the pressure to market, but I’ve seen too many new writers finish one book, publish it, and then spend a year trying to sell it. What they should be doing is writing the next book and the one after that. It’s much easier to sell books when you have more than one title to sell. You’re building up a fan base. You’re presenting yourself as more than a one-book wonder. You show that you’re a writer with a career, not just one book. As the retail sites become more crowded with people who only write one book, readers are going to check to see what else the writer has written. It’s important to think of your first book as just the beginning and not the end.
Marketing is important. You have to have a web site, a Facebook page and a Twitter (@BarbaraFreethy) account. I think those are the basics. You can also get involved in Pinterest, Google Plus, LinkedIn, etc. Having these accounts helps readers to find you and offers opportunities for the author to do giveaways, collect email addresses for future newsletters, etc. But for me, marketing should be no more than 25% of an author’s time.
You have been published by some of the largest publishing houses. What made you turn to self-publishing?
I originally started self publishing my backlist – those books that had gone out of print and were no longer available. I discovered that I loved the process of publishing my own books. Having written for four of the Big 6 publishers, I was used to having basically no control over my books in terms of covers, back cover copy, distribution, frequency of distribution and marketing. I had trouble getting sales numbers from those publishers, which made decisions about my professional career that much more difficult. Being able to control my own destiny was very exciting.
I enjoy the business of writing as much as I enjoy writing the books. I like being able to pick my own cover, and write my own copy, and release books every 3-4 months. I enjoy seeing my sales numbers in real-time so that I can make good decisions about whether or not I want to continue a series or start something new. I have an entrepreneurial spirit, so self publishing is a great fit for me. It is a LOT of work. I have to say I’m more tired than I’ve ever been, but the rewards have been so amazing, that I can’t see a reason why I would want to go back to traditional publishing.
A big secret in publishing is that a publisher will do all your work for you, and that’s just not true. Every author has to do 90% of the promotion themselves whether they’re Indie published or traditionally published. In fact, because the traditional publishing houses turned over promotion to authors, writers had to learn how to market their own books and that made them better prepared to publish on their own.
Tell us a bit about yourself.
I’m married with two kids and I live in California. I’ve written since my kids were little, sometimes while holding down a day job, so I learned how to write in short bursts, and now I appreciate the luxury of more time! I love writing, and I love reading, and I feel really lucky to have the career that I have.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
The sample worked fine for me. I already bought and read the book. I loved it! I'm so excited that Barbara Freethy is writing a new series. The Callways are an intriguing family and Aiden and Sara are an awesome couple. If you love romance, connected books and lots of emotion, you'll love this book!
Romantic with a touch of mystery and I loved all the emotion that Barbara put into the story. The characters really come to life. Already looking forward to the second book in the series!
I LOVE her books, but this was amateur compared to her other ones. Rather disappointed.
This book is great I cannot wait to read it all!! Definately something I would recommend to my friends even family!
Fantastic story! Once I started reading, I couldn't put this book down. So excited that Barbara is writing a new series. I already love the Callaways!
Before I started reading On a Night Like this by Barbara Freethy I assumed that it would be a standard love story. I could not have been more wrong. Book 1 in the Callaways series tells the love story of Aiden and Sara. It also follows the two characters as they search for answers within their own personal lives. Aiden is searching for the answers surrounding circumstances of the death of a close friend and Sara is trying to figure out her relationship with her last living relative. Her father. Their quest for answers causes Aiden and Sara to confront their feelings for each other. But are their feelings for each other strong enough to conquer the answers they find? Or will it tear them apart? On a Night Like This is a contemporary love story with suspense thrown in. I found this book to be an entertaining and emotionally charged read.
Love this book. Can't wait to read more of Barbara Freethy's books. I have read several and loved all of them. I recommend all her books.
Barbara Freethy is one of the best. If you haven't read her other books, try them too. This is the beginning of a new series and I can't wait for #2.
This was really a great book that deserves 10 stars. Barbara Freethy never disappoints.
4.5 stars! I love Barbara Freethy's books, she is an excellent story teller and keeps you engaged from beginning to end. I am so excited for a new series. I loved the Callaway family! Sara and Aiden were fun and interesting, as individuals and as a couple. I am excited to read about the rest of the Callaway family. Freethy did a great job of giving enough of a glimpse of each family member but still focusing on Aiden and Sara. Loved it!
Great story that has lots of twists and turns. Love that Barbara is doing another connected family book series. Absolutely loved the Angel's Bay books and am looking forward to more stories about the Callaway clan.
Wonderful! Loved it! This new series is off to a great start. The family is really interesting. I liked the family dynamics and this author always brings great emotion to every story!
Another in the Calloway series.. a good read, enjoyable and uncomplicated
Not very impressed. Good story. Too redundant. How many times do we need to be told how smart Sara is or how handsome Aiden is. We get it . Just get on with the story. Hopefully will get better as the series goes along. Plan on reading the second book since the story is a good.
Love Freethy's books. This one did not dissapoint. Great characters, romance, mystery, healing. She is an awesome story teller can't wit for the next book.
Terrific story. I liked the mystery as well as the romance. Kept me guessing. I can't wait to read the next book.
Great story teller except do not like repeated story incidents throughout book!
Great read...a page turner!
enjoyed the look in to the life of first responders.
Friendships Sara came home to celebrate her dads birthday. But ended up with a fire in the house, him with a broken leg, and a family secret. The guy who comes to her rescue is Auden, the boy from next door and her best friends older brother, who she has had a crush on since she was 14. He going through troubles too. Can they help each other out and find love.
Light, fluffy and fun
Good read, a little light at the end. This is a great vacation read, the beach, lounge chair and an adult beverage along with this book. No disappointment here.