Widower’s Maggie O’Brien and Carson Jennings are both on a journey to rediscover who they are. Maggie, an adventurous former pastor’s wife, hopes to find closure in the place she and her husband spent their honeymoon. Carson, a retired judge, is living his lifelong dream of traveling across the U.S. in his RV. When their paths cross in the tranquil setting of Mason Springs, New Mexico, love is the last thing that either of them expects to find.

When this mix matched pair comes together they find themselves in some hilarious situations. As the romance begins to blossom they face many obstacles that threaten to tear them apart and what Maggie discovers about herself will redefine her future and alienate one of her children.
Will Carson and Maggie’s love for one another be strong enough to weather the storms or will their love for their children keep them apart?

REVIEW

Kinzie Monroe has written a story laced with intrigue, drama and a very pure and captivating romance. Reservations For Two is the type of book that captures your attention and takes you away to places you may not have been. The imagery is spectacular and I felt as though I was hiking and experiencing the sunsets right there with the characters. If you are looking for a sweet romance that will give you an "aha" moment, then look no further than Reservations For Two. I highly recommend this book to any lover of the romance genre. Ms. Monroe, I commend you on a well written book with characters that kept me coming back for more.

Reviewed by: Val at You Gotta Read Reviews
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EXCERPT

Maggie stared out the window at the passing scenery. She thought back to the last time she had traveled more than a hundred miles on a bus. It was in Brazil, she recalled quickly, smiling at those memories. What she wouldn’t give to be able to travel like that again, to experience new worlds, new cultures, new people.

She looked around at her fellow travelers. Except for the eighty-some-year-old couple parked next to the bathroom, most were near her age or younger. She wondered where their final destinations were. Were they traveling all the way to the west coast or would they be getting off along the way, like her? She reflected back to the beginning of her journey. Her youngest daughter Lannie had almost gone through the roof when Maggie had shared her plans of traveling alone to New Mexico. Insisting that a sixty-two year old widow had no business boarding a bus to a place she hadn’t been in years. But Lannie had no idea of the significance of this journey. That by traveling to Mason Springs, where she and her late husband had spent their honeymoon, was a sort of closure for Maggie. After three years of moping around an empty house, it was her last resort. The time had come to move on with her life.

Hours later, Maggie stared up at the three story, frontier-style Victorian bed & breakfast nestled on a hill overlooking the historic village of Mason Springs. Thirty-nine years ago it’d been the only hotel in Mason Springs. Her eyes lowered to the wrap-a-round porch where she and Joe had watched their first sunrise together. She could almost hear the sound of his voice as she remembered the plans they’d made that day. Though life hadn’t gone exactly as they’d hoped for, she didn’t regret a single moment of it.

The screen door suddenly opened and a man, similar in age, appeared. “You must be Maggie. I’m Elliot, we spoke on the phone. I was just on my way to pick you up.”

She sat her bags down and shook the hand he offered. “The bus got in early. I thought I’d save you the trouble.”

“ Well thanks, but it wouldn’t have been any trouble. That’s what I’m here for. At least that’s what my wife tells me.”

Maggie smiled. She’d taken an instant liking to the owner when she’d made her reservation three months ago. “It’s exactly as I remembered it.”

He followed her gaze back to the inn. “The outside hasn’t changed much, except for a few coats of paint, but we’ve renovated the whole interior, including the guestrooms. Instead of fourteen, there are only seven.”

“ How long have you owned it?”

“ It’s always been in my family. My father was probably running it when you stayed here last. You said you came here with your husband?”

“ On our honeymoon.”

“ I just imagine I was away at college then.” He picked up her bags. “Come on in. I’ll take your bags to your room while you’re checking in.”

Maggie followed him inside. She paused in the lobby as he disappeared up the stairs. The creaking of the wood prompted a memory of Joe and her sneaking downstairs for a midnight walk.

“ Is that a reservation for two?”

Maggie looked toward the counter. A teenaged girl with curly brown hair smiled at her. “No. I’m traveling solo now.”

“ I’m sorry.”

Maggie smiled. “No reason to be sorry. Life goes on. It should be under O’Brien.” While the young woman was confirming her reservation, Maggie looked around the lobby. It seemed doubled in size, and the walls were now covered in a beautiful floral pattern with wood trim. She was pleased with the renovation and was looking forward to her stay. “Do you have a hot tub here?”

She heard a woman’s laughter. “Don’t I wish!”

Maggie turned and met the smile of whom she assumed was the co-owner. “Never hurts to ask.”

The chubby, gray-haired woman offered Maggie her hand. “I’m Joann, Elliot’s wife. Sorry we don’t have a hot tub. I’ve been telling him for years that we need to get one.”

“ That’s all right. I’ve never really been in one, but thought I’d like to give it a try.”

“ You and me both. There is a local spa.” Joann chose a brochure from the rack beside the counter and handed it to Maggie. “It’s kind of pricy, but I imagine well worth it.”

Maggie shoved the brochure into the back pocket of her jeans. “You’ve done a wonderful job of remodeling the place.”

“ Thanks. Would you like a tour?”

“ Sure.” Maggie signed the register and got her key, then followed Joann.

The décor was mostly the same throughout the inn, until they came to the dining room. A huge rock fire place now took up most of the west wall, and centered in front of it were two cream colored sofas and matching chairs. The rest of the room was filled with a large oak table and more than a dozen chairs.

“ This is my favorite room in the house. There’s nothing more romantic than sitting in front of a cozy fireplace on a cool night.”

“ I agree,” Maggie said.

“ Well, please feel free to make use of any of the rooms. In the family room I showed you are all kinds of movies on DVD’s, and feel free to use the computer in there as well. Elliot, or my granddaughter, Stacy, can give you a hand if you’re electronic illiterate like I am. We also have puzzles and board games available for your use.”

Maggie suddenly felt very old. “To be honest I probably won’t be spending a lot of time here. I spend as much time as I can outdoors, and I was hoping to get in some hiking.”

“ Well, you’ve come to the right place then,” Elliot said, announcing his arrival into the room. “I sensed on the phone that you were an adventurer.”

Maggie smiled. “Not so much as I used to be.”

Elliot slipped his arm around his wife. “Well, we hope you’ll enjoy your stay here in whatever ways you choose.”

“ Thank you. I’m sure I will.” She took her room key out of her pocket. “Right now I think I’ll go freshen up.”

“ Don’t forget, dinner is at six,” Joann reminded.