Love Letters (Rose Harbor Series #3)

Love Letters (Rose Harbor Series #3)

by Debbie Macomber

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In this enchanting novel set at Cedar Cove’s cozy Rose Harbor Inn, Debbie Macomber celebrates the power of love—and a well-timed love letter—to inspire hope and mend a broken heart.

Summer is a busy season at the inn, so proprietor Jo Marie Rose and handyman Mark Taylor have spent a lot of time together keeping the property running. Despite some folks’ good-natured claims to the contrary, Jo Marie insists that Mark is only a friend. However, she seems to be thinking about this particular friend a great deal lately. Jo Marie knows surprisingly little about Mark’s life, due in no small part to his refusal to discuss it. She’s determined to learn more about his past, but first she must face her own—and welcome three visitors who, like her, are setting out on new paths.

Twenty-three-year-old Ellie Reynolds is taking a leap of faith. She’s come to Cedar Cove to meet Tom, a man she’s been corresponding with for months, and with whom she might even be falling in love. Ellie’s overprotective mother disapproves of her trip, but Ellie is determined to spread her wings.

Maggie and Roy Porter are next to arrive at the inn. They are taking their first vacation alone since their children were born. In the wake of past mistakes, they hope to rekindle the spark in their marriage—and to win back each other’s trust. But Maggie must make one last confession that could forever tear them apart.

For each of these characters, it will ultimately be a moment when someone wore their heart on their sleeve—and took pen to paper—that makes all the difference. Debbie Macomber’s moving novel reveals the courage it takes to be vulnerable, accepting, and open to love.

Praise for Love Letters

“Romance and a little mystery abound in this third installment of Macomber’s series set at Cedar Cove’s Rose Harbor Inn. . . . Readers of Robyn Carr and Sherryl Woods will enjoy Macomber’s latest, which will have them flipping pages until the end and eagerly anticipating the next installment.”Library Journal (starred review)

“Mending a broken heart is not always easy to do, but Macomber succeeds at this beautifully in Love Letters. . . . Quite simply, this is a refreshing take on most love stories—there are twists and turns in the plot that keep readers on their toes—and the author shares up slices of realism, allowing her audience to feel right at home.”Bookreporter

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780553391770
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 07/21/2015
Series: Rose Harbor Series , #3
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 339,150
Product dimensions: 4.05(w) x 7.00(h) x 1.05(d)

About the Author

Debbie Macomber, the author of Love Letters, Mr. Miracle, Blossom Street Brides,and Rose Harbor in Bloom, is a leading voice in women’s fiction. Nine of her novels have hit #1 on the New York Times bestseller lists, and three of her beloved Christmas novels have been  hit movies on the Hallmark Channel, including Mrs. Miracle and Mr. Miracle. In 2013, Hallmark Channel began production on the original series Debbie Macomber’s Cedar Cove, based on Macomber’s Cedar Cove books. She has more than 170 million copies of her books in print worldwide.


Port Orchard, Washington

Date of Birth:

October 22, 1948

Place of Birth:

Yakima, Washington


Graduated from high school in 1966; attended community college

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Chapter 1

If someone had told me, as little as two years ago, that I’d own and operate a bed-­and-­breakfast in this tiny berg of a town called Cedar Cove, I would have laughed my head off. But then I never expected to be a widow at the age of thirty-­six, either. If I’ve learned anything—­and, trust me, life has been filled with several painful lessons—­it’s that the future doesn’t come with a printed guarantee.

So here I am in ninety-­five-­degree heat, stripping beds, scrubbing toilets, and baking cookies. An even greater surprise is that I’m loving it. Well, maybe not the toilet-­scrubbing part, but just about every other aspect of this new life I have carved out for myself.

It’s been two full years now since I got the news that my husband is dead. And while I never thought it would be possible, there are times when I can smile again, feel again, even laugh. All three are surprises. When I got word that Paul had been killed in a helicopter crash on some unpronounceable mountainside in Afghanistan, it felt as if my entire world had imploded. I needed to hold on to something to keep from spiraling out of control, and that something turned out to be Rose Harbor Inn.

Nearly everyone advised against me buying the inn: my family, my friends, my employer. Again and again I heard that this was a drastic change, and I should wait a year. Give it twelve months, I was lectured. That’s the proverbial wisdom, and while I politely listened, I silently went about making my own plans. It was either do something different—­all right, drastic—­or slowly go insane.

Has it been easy? Hardly. Eking out a living by renting rooms, doing a good majority of the work myself, hasn’t helped build up my investment portfolio. I have yet to see a penny in profit, but I’m not going under, either. For the most part I’ve invested every cent back into the inn.

After I purchased the inn, I changed the name and had a new sign constructed and installed. I’d decided to call my new home Rose Harbor Inn. Rose is my surname, Paul’s name, and Harbor because I needed to find a protected environment in order to heal. And my sign hung proudly in front of the inn with my name, Jo Marie Rose, etched below.

In addition to the new sign, there were certain necessary repairs, some cosmetic and others unavoidable. Thankfully, friends introduced me to Mark Taylor, the local handyman.


What an enigma he was. I’ve seen him nearly every day for the past year, sometimes two and three times a day, and I still know hardly anything about him other than his name and address. Okay, so he’s a great carpenter and he craves my peanut-­butter cookies. Not knowing more felt like a pesky bug bite with a constant itch. My imagination ran wild. I wanted to uncover Mark’s secrets, conjuring up a dozen reasons he refused to talk about himself. Some of those scenarios were outrageous, and there were a few scary ones lurking in the back of my mind as well.

I’ve been on a mission to pry some small bit of personal information out of him. So far I’ve had little to no success. I might as well try chiseling marble with a marshmallow. The man is as tight-­lipped as they come.

The washing machine beeped, indicating that the cycle had ended.

The Hendersons, who’d recently checked out, had been in town visiting their son, who was stationed at the Bremerton Navy base. He’d recently become engaged to a local woman, and the couple had flown in from Texas to meet their future daughter-­in-­law. Lois and Michael were a delightful couple and I’d enjoyed hosting them.

I had two names on the books for the upcoming weekend. Both would arrive sometime Friday afternoon. After a while, names become a blur in my memory. People come and go, but for whatever reason, I specifically remembered both parties who had booked this weekend.

The first was Eleanor Reynolds, and she’d sounded quite proper when we’d first spoken. I’d guesstimated that she was either an accountant or a middle-­aged librarian. Since that time I’d changed my mind. I’d spoken to Ellie twice—­she asked that I call her that—­since our original phone call. Once when she canceled and then a third time when she rebooked. The woman couldn’t seem to make up her mind. Seeing that I hadn’t heard from her in the last few weeks, I had to assume she would keep the reservation and arrive sometime this afternoon.

By contrast, Maggie Porter had been a breath of fresh air, chatting and happy. This was a getaway weekend she was planning with her husband, Roy. Right before the Fourth of July, Maggie’s in-­laws, who had apparently heard what Maggie was planning, had called and paid for the weekend as an anniversary gift for the young couple. I looked forward to meeting Maggie and her husband.

Rover barked, which told me someone was coming up the front walkway. I glanced at my watch, fearing I’d let time get away from me. This happened more frequently than I cared to admit. Rover, my rescue dog and constant companion, raced to the door. I recognized Rover’s bark, which told me I had nothing to be anxious about. It wasn’t a guest arriving early; it was Mark Taylor.

Great. I’d been hoping it was him. I fully intended to drill him and this time I wasn’t going to let him sidetrack me or sidestep my questions.

I held the door open for Mark. He’d broken his leg last May and it’d healed nicely. I couldn’t detect even a trace of a limp. I’d been upset with him for how long it’d taken him to plant my rose garden. What should have taken only a matter of a few days had stretched into weeks and weeks.

As you might have guessed, patience isn’t my strong suit. To be fair, his injured leg didn’t exactly speed up the process. When the rose garden was in and blooming I was less irritated. Next on my agenda was the gazebo, which I wanted Mark to build. I’d given him a photo of exactly what I envisioned, but that had been weeks ago.

I longed for that gazebo. In my mind, I pictured Rover sitting with me while I sipped coffee or tea at sunset, watching the sun casting a net of pink and orange shadows across the sky as it slowly went down behind the Olympic Mountain Range. I could get the same view from the deck in the back of the house, but I liked to reserve that spot for my guests. It was a picture of the sunset that graced my brochure. Mark took that photo. Actually, he’s quite good at photography, although he brushes away my praise as if receiving a compliment embarrasses him.

Mark came into the inn and paused long enough to look down at Rover. He muttered something about the dog being nothing but a worthless mutt.

I bit down on my tongue to keep from defending Rover. Mark was like that. He’d make a comment just to get a rise out of me, but I was onto his game and I wasn’t falling for it.

“You got a minute?” he asked.

“Sure. What’s up?”

He didn’t answer me directly. Instead, he went into the breakfast room where I served my guests and placed a rolled-­up piece of drafting paper on the tabletop. “I’ve finished the plans for the gazebo.”

This was a surprise. I’d expected it would take another five or six months for him to get around to that. From the first, he’d let it be known that he had other jobs that took priority over mine. This was something else he did, I suspected, hoping to irritate me. To my way of thinking, my money was just as good as anyone else’s, or so one would think. Despite my best efforts, I had yet to figure out how Mark established his priority system. Not that it mattered. However he calculated it, my projects were generally placed near the bottom.

“That’s great,” I said, and hoped to sound encouraging, but not overly so. I didn’t want to be disappointed when it took far longer than I wanted for him to start the project.

He unrolled the sheet of paper and anchored it with the salt and pepper shakers on opposite corners. The free corners curled up slightly.

I glanced down and immediately liked what I saw. “When did you draw this up?” I asked.

“A few weeks ago.”

And he was only showing it to me now?

“Do you like it or not?”

I wasn’t the only one who struggled with patience.

“I do,” I assured him, “but I have a few questions.”

“Like what?”

“What’s it going to cost me?”

He rolled his eyes as if I’d made an unreasonable request. “You want an estimate?”

“That’s generally how it works,” I reminded him.

He sighed as if insulted. “I would have thought by now that you’d trust me to be fair.”

“I do trust you, but building a gazebo can’t be cheap, and I may need to budget for it. I don’t suppose you take payments?”

He shrugged. “Nope.”

“That’s what I thought.” As it was, he preferred to be paid in cash.

“Okay, fine, I’ll get you an estimate but if you complain about delays, then you have no one to blame but yourself.”

“Can you give me a general idea?” I pressed. To this point, the cost of everything Mark had built for me had been more than reasonable.

In response, he took out a small spiral pad he kept in his shirt pocket and riffled through several pages. He studied the sheet, then frowned and closed his eyes as if mentally tallying up the final estimation. When he opened his eyes, he named a figure I could live with.

“Sounds good,” I said, trying to disguise how pleased I was.

“It’s a go?”

I studied the design once more. It was basically a carbon copy of the picture I’d cut out of a magazine and handed him months ago. As far as I could see, it was perfect and would add a great deal of curb appeal to the inn.

“It’s a go.” I rubbed my palms together. I was excited now, and I didn’t care if Mark knew it. Rover wagged his tail as if he, too, was pleased.

“Good.” He replaced the salt and pepper shakers to the middle of the table, collected the paper, rolled it back up, and secured it with a rubber band.

Mark wrinkled his nose. “You baked cookies this morning?” he asked, and then frowned. “In this heat?”

“It was early.”

I tend to be an early riser, always have been. My friends, before they married and had children, often slept until ten or eleven on weekends. Try as I might, I rarely made it past seven. Eight at the very latest.

“How early?”


Mark shook his head and grimaced as if he’d unexpectedly tasted something sour. “Too early for me.”

“Is it too early for a taste test?” It went without saying that he was looking for me to make the offer.

“I could be persuaded.”

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Love Letters (Rose Harbor Series #3) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 137 reviews.
XXXOOOBookwormOOOXXX More than 1 year ago
Her books are not generally cliffhangers but you quickly find yourself rooting for her characters. Ms. Macomber's writing is lovely and descriptive. I found it easy to imagine myself in the setting. It's a soothing sort of read and I'm sure many people would find it enjoyable. The highlight of this series is the interesting stories of the guests. All of the stories have been about people finding or re-discovering love, but each one is unique. The common theme of “Love Letters” ties this book together and applies to Ellie, Maggie and Roy, and Jo Marie. I think this was cleverly done and a great way to find common ground between several very different characters. I enjoyed Ellie’s story the most, as she comes to town to meet a man with whom she has been corresponding online. Roy and Maggie’s story was sad as each have hurt the other. Plot twists and the ultimate resolutions in both stories seem a little hard to believe, but are still entertaining. A cliffhanger in Jo Marie and Mark’s story will leave readers wondering what will come next in Jo Marie’s life. Fans of the series and of Debbie Macomber will enjoy reading “Love Letters”.   
jbarr5 More than 1 year ago
Love Letters by Debbie Macomber I have read all the other books in this series and enjoy them. Each book brings you up to date so they can also be a stand alone book. This one continues at the Harbor Rose Inn where Jo Marie runs the B&B and Mark is the handyman. This book is also not only about them and others in town but the guests that have come to stay. One is to meet a man she met online but her mother is pestering her to be careful. Alternating chapters are also about a couple that need time to mend their marriage. Each one brings new things to the book, underground tour, Pikes Place Market, sailing, farmer's market and so much more. Love hearing of the relationships each has and what they must overcome. So many surprises along the way for them all. Letters from the past... I received this book from early reviewers from Library Thing in exchange for my honest review
MaureenST More than 1 year ago
I just finished the next book in the Rose Harbor Inn series, and of course, I want more. Jo Marie is still dealing with the loss of Paul, and Mark is still working as the neighborhood handyman, and being mysterious. We are about to be involved in the lives of a few more of Jo Marie’s guests at the inn, and by the end we know them fairly well. You will feel the heartbreak of some of them, and the joy of others. It just feels so great to be back in the Cove, and we meet some of our old friends in a pass by visit, and although I would really like to catch up again in their lives, it just felt great to be with them again. Loved the connecting theme between these stories, Love Letters, and how they played a part in the lives of these people. Letters that later in their lives have a huge impact on them. Will the letters be positive in how they are received or play a roll in ending their relationship? I wish I was able to spend time on the deck at the Rose Harbor Inn, and cannot wait for the next book, and a slight preview was offered at the end of the book. Enjoy! I received this book through Edelwiss, and was not required to give a positive review.
kyladyVD More than 1 year ago
Debbie, please don't make us wait another year for another Rose Harbor Inn book!!!! The whole series is just wonderful!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Debbie, Thank you for creating imperfect characters willing to look beyond being right. Life is messy. It is okay to seek truth, seek or provide forgiveness and follow your heart. Praise God for hope and a joyous future! Psalm 66:10 For you, God, tested us; you refined us like silver.
cloggiedownunder More than 1 year ago
Love Letters is the third book in the Rose Harbor series by popular American author, Debbie Macomber. As Jo Marie prepares Rose Harbor Inn for her weekend guests, she finds herself once again intrigued by her cranky handyman, Mark Taylor. A gifted carpenter, Mark is going to build Jo Marie a gazebo, but she doesn’t know anything about his past and can’t help wondering, can’t help asking. Maggie and Roy Porter have been treated to a weekend getaway by his parents, but Jo Marie notices the tension between them immediately. She hopes the Inn will work its healing magic on them, but she has no idea of the magnitude of what has passed between them. Perhaps Roy’s old love letter can heal such deep wounds, but there is yet another shock in store for this couple. Ellie Reynolds has come to Cedar Cove, against her mother’s wishes, to meet a man she knows only from online and telephone contact. She’s half in love with Tom already, but her mother is mistrustful of any man after Ellie’s father abandoned them. But Tom seems to be everything Ellie has ever wanted. They click from their first contact. But can the budding romance survive the surprise that Tom has in store for Ellie? Jo Marie is still negotiating her own grief for the loss of her husband, Paul, and when cleaning, tidying, prying into Mark’s life and baking fails to provide sufficient distraction, Rover, her rescue dog, reminds her of Paul’s last letter. Macomber’s format for the full-length books of this series seems to be the stories of two sets of guests at Rose Harbor Inn with snippets of Joe Marie’s life interspersed, and the mention of the next book’s guests in the final chapter. She gives the reader believable characters with realistic and often topical dilemmas, and while the queen of feelgood specialises in happy endings, the road is not always a smooth one. Heart-warming and enjoyable.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book
MissBethBC More than 1 year ago
This was perhaps the best in the Rose Harbor series to date! I absolutely enjoyed this sweet story. Debbie Macomber knows how to write a heart warming story and invites readers to join in the warm and fuzzy feelings. Her characters are real and flawed and the kind of characters we can all relate to. I found this book delightful and the resolutions to the inn's guests' dilemmas endearing and I am clearly ready for the next what? a year?!! Say it isn't true! I highly recommend Love Letters if you haven't already read it. It is sure to melt your heart
Anonymous 12 months ago
Fantastic read!! Glad I picked it up! ?
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This book was not as good as the last two. But will keep reading the series .
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I am fast becoming a Debbie macomber fan. I read the entire rose harbor series in about 2 weeks. I loved the whole series and looking forward to reading the cedar cove series. Thanks Debbie for sharing your writing with all of us.
2B1 More than 1 year ago
Debbie Macomber works her magic once again! Although visits end well for Jo Marie's guests, there are surprise twists in the stories told which agitated me so I just had to keep reading until I finished the book (in record time, no less). The biggest surprise, however, belongs to Jo Marie's tale and, yes, you will definitely crave Book #4, "Silver Linings" after you finish!
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