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First husbands, second chances…
When you think the past is over and done and when you believe you've moved on in life, there's no harm in catching a little spring fever. . . is there?
In bestselling author Mary Kay Andrews's Spring Fever, Annajane Hudgens truly believes she is over her ex-husband, Mason Bayless. They've been divorced for four years, she's engaged to a new, terrific guy, and she's ready to leave the small town where she and Mason had so much history. She is so over Mason that she has absolutely no problem attending his wedding to the beautiful, intelligent, delightful Celia. Celia: the woman everyone in town adores. Everyone, that is, except for Annajane and her lifelong best friend, Pauline "Pokey" Bayless.
But when fate intervenes and the wedding is called to a halt as the bride is literally walking down the aisle, Annajane begins to realize that maybe she's been given a second chance. Maybe everything happens for a reason. And maybe, just maybe, she wants Mason back.
But there are secrets afoot in this small Southern town. Passcoe, North Carolina, is the home of Quixie cherry soda, and the company has been in the Bayless family for generations. Change is on the horizon, however, and even though anyone born in Passcoe is raised on cherry soda and its mascot, Dixie the Quixie Pixie, things are most definitely not going to be the same for long. In the peaceful and shady lanes of Passcoe, Annajane discovers that change can bring out the worst in people and uncover family scandals. And even though there are people determined to keep Annajane from getting what she wants, happiness could be hers for the taking, and the life she once had with Mason in this sleepy little lake town could be in her future. That is, if she can find out what she's really made of and what really matters most to her.
- Sales Rank: #41668 in Books
- Published on: 2013-03-12
- Released on: 2013-03-12
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.35" h x 1.20" w x 5.75" l, .80 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 432 pages
Review
“Andrews deftly combines a winsome love story and compelling family drama, and the idyllic small-town setting and surprising twists and turns are tailor-made for laid-back summer pleasure reading.” ―Booklist
“Andrews delivers a satisfying read that will leave a taste as tangy, delicious and sweet as an ice-cold bottle of Quixie soda.” ―Kirkus Reviews
“...a book you will want to sink your teeth into.” ―Atlanta Journal-Constitution
About the Author
MARY KAY ANDREWS is the New York Times bestselling author of Summer Rental, The Fixer Upper, Deep Dish, Blue Christmas, Savannah Breeze, Hissy Fit, Little Bitty Lies, and Savannah Blues. A former journalist for The Atlanta Journal Constitution, she lives in Atlanta, Georgia.
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1
From her seat in the sanctuary of the Church of the Good Shepherd, Annajane Hudgens wondered if there had ever been a more flawless day for a wedding.
Spring had arrived spectacularly early in Passcoe, North Carolina. Only the first week in April, yet the dogwoods and azaleas were already burst into bloom, and the weeping cherry trees lining the walkway to the church trailed fingertips of pale pink onto a blue and white carpet of violets and alyssum.
It was as if the bride, the equally flawless Celia Wakefield, had somehow managed to will perfect weather. Or perhaps she’d specified blue skies and color-coordinated bursts of blooms in one of her famously precise memos. If anybody could do that, Annajane mused, it would be Celia.
Could there be a more beautiful setting? Baylesses had been getting married at the Church of the Good Shepherd for nearly two hundred years. Not in this grand sanctuary, of course. The original church was a quaint, stoop-shouldered gray granite affair, with uneven oak floors, a single Gothic-arched leaded-glass window above the altar, and two rows of ten primitively wrought pine pews built by black laborers from the casket factory in Moore County, twenty minutes down the road.
Annajane could remember sitting beside her best friend, Pokey, in the Bayless family pew after countless Saturday-night sleepovers, back when they were both still in pigtails. By then, Pokey’s grandmother had already started her slow descent into senility, although Annajane had not known that. Miss Pauline, for whom Pokey had been named, seldom spoke, but she was content to sit in church on Sunday mornings and smile and nod to the hymns, dabbing at her cataract-clouded blue eyes with her ever-present handkerchief and patting Annajane’s hand. “She thinks you’re me,” Pokey would whisper, giggling at her grandmother’s confusion and grimacing and holding her nose when Miss Pauline passed gas, which she did frequently.
When the “new” Church of the Good Shepherd was built in the early ’90s, with reproduction Tiffany stained-glass windows, solid cherry pews, and a custom-built German pipe organ, the old church was renamed the Woodrow Memorial Chapel in memory of Pauline Woodrow, who died in her sleep the year Pokey and Annajane turned fourteen.
Annajane’s own wedding had been held in the chapel, the one concession her new in-laws made to what they considered Annajane’s “quaint” ideas. Since she’d paid for the wedding herself, she’d insisted on having an intimate affair, just family and close friends, fewer than forty people, with Pokey as her only attendant. It had rained the November evening of her nuptials, and at the time she’d considered it wildly romantic that the loud thrum of the rain on the church’s tin roof threatened to drown out the wedding march played on the chapel’s original wheezy pump organ.
Had it been only seven years ago? Sometimes she wasn’t sure any of it had really happened at all, that it wasn’t something she’d just remembered from a long-ago dream.
Today’s affair was nothing like Annajane’s modest wedding. The sanctuary was at capacity—beyond capacity, if you went by the county fire code, which said the church could hold five hundred people. It seemed to Annajane that every living person who had ever known or done business with the Bayless family, or even just sipped a bottle of their Quixie cherry soft drink, had crammed themselves into one of the polished wooden pews beneath the soaring exposed rafters of the imposing Episcopal church.
Annajane felt her eyelids droop now. It was too warm in the church, and the scent of the lilies and roses banking everything that didn’t move was overpowering. She’d had almost no sleep the night before, and not much more sleep the night before that. And, yes, she’d had herself a good stiff drink, Quixie and bourbon on the rocks, back at the house, after she’d finished dressing and before she’d left for the church. She closed her eyes, just for a moment, felt her chin droop to her chest, and the next moment, she felt a sharp elbow dig into her ribs.
Pokey had managed to wedge herself into the pew. “Wake up and slide over!” she ordered.
Annajane’s eyes flew open, and she looked up, just in time to see Sallie Bayless, seated in the front row, two pews ahead of them, turn and shoot Pokey a stern look of warning. Sallie’s gleaming auburn hair shone in the candlelit church. She was sixty-four, but still had the dewy complexion, sparkling brown eyes, and slender figure of a woman twenty years younger. Now, those eyes narrowed as they took in Pokey’s tardy and disheveled appearance.
Pokey gave her mother a grin and a finger wave, and Sallie’s head swiveled back around, eyes front, head held high, the Bayless pearls, a double strand, clasped firmly around her neck.
Annajane offered an apologetic smile to the elderly woman to her right. The woman frowned, but begrudgingly inched aside to allow the new arrival to be seated.
As usual, Pokey Bayless Riggs took no notice of the stir she’d caused. She’d been causing a stir nearly every day of her thirty-five years, and today, her brother’s wedding day, was no different.
The boatneck collar of Pokey’s expensive new red silk jacket had slipped off her right shoulder, exposing a leopard-print bra strap and an unseemly amount of cleavage. Little Clayton was two years old, but Pokey was still struggling to lose her baby weight. She’d managed to pop one of the jacket’s rhinestone buttons, and the tight silk skirt had somehow twisted around so that the zipper was now in the front, rather than on the side. She was bare-legged, which was a scandal in and of itself, but now Annajane noticed that her best friend had ditched the Sallie-mandated sedate dyed-silk slingback pumps in favor of a pair of blinged-out silver flip flops.
Pokey’s thin, poker-straight blond hair had already lost its beauty-salon bounce, and now hung limply on either side of her full pink cheeks. Her lipstick was smeared. But her eyes, her amazing cornflower-blue eyes, glinted with mischief.
“Busted!” Annajane whispered, not daring to look at her best friend.
“Christ!” Pokey muttered. “This is so not my fault. I couldn’t find a parking spot! The church lot’s full and the whole block is lined with cars on both sides of the street. I had to leave the Land Rover clear down the block in front of the gas station and run all the way here.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be up there with your mom and everybody else in the family?” Annajane asked. “I mean, you are the groom’s only sister.”
“Screw that,” Pokey said swiftly. “I refuse to make nice with that woman. Mason knows I don’t like her. Mama knows it too. I’m taking a moral stand here.”
“Who the hell are all these people anyway?” she asked, glancing around at the packed church and zeroing in on the bride’s side of the aisle. “Not family, right? Since poor lil’ Celia is an orphan, and the only family she could produce is that elderly great aunt staying over at Mama’s house. Did Celia charter a bus or something?”
Annajane shrugged. “You’re apparently the only person in Passcoe who doesn’t think that Celia Wakefield is the best thing since flush toilets and sliced store-bought bread.”
“Don’t give me that. You hate her as much as I do,” Pokey said under her breath.
“Not at all,” Annajane replied. “I’m happy for them.”
“Yippy-fuckin’-skippy,” Pokey drawled. “Happy, happy, happy. It’s fine for you. In less than a week, you’ll pack up your U-Haul and head for Atlanta and your nice new life without even a glance in the rearview mirror. New man, new job, new address. But where does that leave me? Stuck here in stinkin’ Passcoe, with my mama, my evil brother Davis, and good ole Mason and his new bride, Cruella de Vil.”
“Poor, poor Pokey,” Annajane mocked her right back. “Richest girl in town, married to the second richest man in town.”
“Third richest,” Pokey corrected. “Or maybe fourth. Davis and Mason have way more money than Pete, especially since people quit buying furniture made in America.”
“Speaking of, where is Pete?” Annajane asked, craning her neck to look for him. Instead of spotting Pokey’s tall redheaded husband, Pete, her eyes rested on another tardy couple, Bonnie and Matthew Kelsey, hurrying up the right-side aisle of the church.
Bonnie Kelsey’s eyes met Annajane’s. She blushed, and looked away quickly, clutching Matthew’s arm and steering him into a pew as far away from Annajane’s as she could manage in the overcrowded church.
Pokey saw the maneuver for what it was. “Bitch,” she said.
“It’s all right,” Annajane said smoothly. “I mean, what do you expect? Matt and Mason play golf every week. From what I hear, Bonnie and Celia get along like a house afire. Best friends forever! Anyway, Bonnie’s not the only one to sign up for Team Celia. Every woman in this room has been staring daggers at me since I walked into this church. I knew when I agreed to come today that it would be awkward.”
“Awkward?” Pokey laughed bitterly. “It’s freakish, is what it is. Who else but you would agree to show up at her ex-husband’s wedding?”
Copyright © 2012 by Whodunnit, Inc.
Most helpful customer reviews
42 of 46 people found the following review helpful.
Another disappointment....
By CharlieBear
*spoiler alert*
I keep hoping that MK will write a book as good as "savannah blues" and "itty bitty lies". The characters in her earlier books are very funny and likeable. You find yourself invested in their stories. And in this book it is obvious what's going to happen after the first few chapters. Also the main character's love interest/ex-husband is such a cowardly, selfish man. The primary character soul searches and discovers that she must dump the sensitive, wonderful man she is engaged to so she can have her panties ripped off by Mr Pathetic ex husband on the eve of his wedding to another woman he is about to marry because he thinks he knocked her up. Well hip hip hooray, the other woman is of course lying about her pregnancy and now they can live happily ever after! Ugh!
MK's book promotes the cliche's women who seem to be chronically wrapped up in bad relationships ascribe too:
1. Sensitive, open, caring men are somehow less virile.
2. And that you can change a man's character by making him realize he misses you. [Better known as: "When I'm gone you'll be sorry !"]
Misogyny reins sexual supreme here. The male perpetrators are portrayed as wealthy business men who become weak, hapless, easily preyed upon stooges when a woman they are sexually attracted to enters the room.
The main characters in her first few books were independent, intelligent, women you would want to be friends with. The main character in this book is that annoying woman at work who pines for, and whines about her loser ex after their divorce.
Hopefully MK will return to her old form in the next book.
25 of 27 people found the following review helpful.
5 stars all the way. Wish there were an option for 100 stars!
By Dana R. Casella
A 402 page book started last night and finished early this afternoon? Doesn't that say it all? I LOVED, loved, loved Mary Kay Andrews' newest novel, Spring Fever. Annajane and Mason were in love and married. Now Annajane is watching Mason stand at the alter as his new bride walks towards him. Then the fun begins! There is corporate back stabbing and there are lies & secrets, some of which I never saw coming (which is a sign of a good writer!). There is love and loss and so much fun along the way. So much happens in 402 pages. I hated to read the last page because every second spent reading this gem was joyful! Mary Kay Andrews always writes quick paced books with surprises. This one I loved as much as the first of hers that I read years ago, Hissy Fit. Now I sit and wait for another!
21 of 23 people found the following review helpful.
Fit the bill of what I was wanting to read
By Holly
I am not a die-hard Mary Kay Andrews fan, but after reading three novels by her, I am becoming one. After seeing Ms. Andrews' name for years in bookstores everywhere, I finally picked up "The Fixer-Upper" in the fall of 2009 and gave it 4-stars. In June of 2011, I read "Summer Rental" and gave that book 4-stars as well. Neither book was absolutely the best book I have ever read in the genre, but I enjoyed them both and thought the books were good enough for me to seek out "Spring Fever" when it was just recently published.
I finished it this afternoon and have to say I enjoyed it quite a bit. I have been dealing with some major health issues with my aging mother and really needed a book that would draw me in enough to provide a distraction but wasn't so deep as to be a difficult read. I also needed an uplifting book but didn't want one so sappy that you could hear the violins playing in the background. This novel absolutely fit the bill. There were enough twists and turns in the story to keep me turning pages (one night way after I should have been asleep) but I knew everything would turn out well in the end which I found was very comforting. I knew where things were headed but I had no idea how we were going to get there. It isn't quite a five-star book for me, but it was pretty close.
I have already purchased "Hissy Fit" for my Kindle and will be looking to read other books of hers. Three very solid reads that I enjoyed a lot. Mary Kay Andrews is about to become a "go to" novelist for me
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