{"product_id":"in-your-dreams-isbn-9780593723715","title":"In Your Dreams","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES\u003c\/i\u003e BESTSELLER • A homecoming to Rome, Kentucky, sparks a new romance—and lots of drama—between two old family friends, from the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eWhen in Rome, Practice Makes Perfect,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eBeg, Borrow, or Steal\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAN\u003ci\u003e ELLE\u003c\/i\u003e BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMadison Walker left Rome, Kentucky, determined to make it in the culinary world. But after years of chasing success in New York, all she has to show for it is her shattered confidence and a desperate need for a fresh start. Coming home isn’t part of the plan—until an unexpected job offer lands in her lap: the head chef position at a new farm-to-table restaurant in her hometown. The only catch? It comes from James Huxley, owner of Huxley Farm, her brother’s best friend. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJames has always played it safe, keeping his head down and running the family business. But when Madison’s happiness is on the line, he’s willing to take up his estranged brother’s offer to launch a restaurant. James has loved her quietly for years, knowing she’s never seen him as more than an annoyance, but now that she’s back, he’s determined to change that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMadison and James are tasked with launching the dreamy restaurant in record time, but keeping things strictly professional soon becomes impossible, and the town can’t help but meddle in their relationship. As opening night looms closer, Madison’s fears threaten to hold her back. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen an unexpected disaster collides with a long-simmering sibling feud, both Madison and James will have to face their biggest insecurities—and decide if love is worth the risk or if some dreams are safer left untouched.\u003cb\u003ePraise for Sarah Adams\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eBeg, Borrow, or Steal\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This charms.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Full of heart and heat, this is not to be missed and can be read as a stand-alone, with\u003cbr\u003eappeal for romance and relationship fiction readers.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003ePractice Makes Perfect\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I want to stay in the pages of this book forever. . . . whimsical Whimsical and swoony with unmatched banter.”\u003cb\u003e—B. K. Borison, author of the Lovelight series\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eWhen in Rome\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This modern take on the Audrey Hepburn classic, \u003ci\u003eRoman Holiday\u003c\/i\u003e, is a quick, fun, slow-burn rom-com.”\u003cb\u003e—Abby Jimenez,\u003ci\u003e New York Times Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of\u003ci\u003e Just For for the Summer\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Rule Book\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The sporty, second-chance romance of your dreams! So much tension! I \u003ci\u003eLOVE love \u003c\/i\u003eNora and Derek forever and ever.”\u003cb\u003e—Tessa Bailey, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eIt Happened One Summer\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sarah Adams writes books with heart and soul. I love her style—and this a really fun, chemistry-filled sports romance you don’t want to miss!”\u003cb\u003e—Hannah Grace, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eIcebreaker\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sarah Adams takes us on the perfect second-chance romance roller coaster while giving us heart, banter, and two characters you’ll immediately root for. It’s Fantastically fantastically swoony, sweet, and sexy.”\u003cb\u003e—Elena Armas, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Spanish Love Deception\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eSarah Adams\u003c\/b\u003e is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eUSA Today \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of the Rome, Kentucky series and the Los Angeles Sharks duology. She writes tender, joyful romances from Nashville, Tennessee—almost always with a cat curled up in her lap. Known for crafting stories full of heart, humor, and swoony slow-burn chemistry, Sarah’s books are a cozy escape for the romantics, the dreamers, and the deep feelers. Her Southern roots shape her voice, her characters, and her love of big emotions told with warmth and charm.\u003cb\u003eChapter One\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMadison, New York\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e101 days until I fail . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI have a personal vendetta against the phrase \u003ci\u003egive it your best and forget the rest.\u003c\/i\u003e That motto only works for a select few—­the naturally gifted and the “somehow I always come out on top” success stories. I’ve never been a member of either club.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInstead, here are some of life’s rules, both silly and serious, that I’ve always found to be true:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e1. If I jump off the roof of the shed with an umbrella, gravity will definitely take over, and I will end up with at least a broken leg.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e2. A good cry pairs well with almost any emotion: happy or sad.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e3. Nothing beats a classic chocolate chip cookie.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e4. Every family has one person who is considered The Failure—­and in my family, that person is me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo matter how hard I have tried to shake off the label these past thirty years, it always seems to pull me back in. (Or more honestly, I jump headfirst right into its comforting embrace.) And though my three siblings would never call me that to my face, I know that deep down they think it. (Because it’s true.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt first, my inevitable misdeeds always present themselves as sparkling, hopeful opportunities. A bright shining star on the horizon. \u003ci\u003eCut your own hair, little six-­year-­old Madison. It’ll look so cute.\u003c\/i\u003e (It did not. I looked like Weird Barbie.) \u003ci\u003eImprovise your lines on the opening night of your theater performance, twelve-­year-­old Madison. It’ll take everyone by surprise and make you look so funny and creative.\u003c\/i\u003e (It was a disaster. No one laughed and my fellow castmates were furious at me for weeks for ruining the production.) \u003ci\u003eSpike the punch at prom, seventeen-­year-­old Madison. Everyone will love you for it.\u003c\/i\u003e (Well, they did love me for it, but it also got me detention for the rest of the school year and community service on the weekends.) And last but not least, \u003ci\u003eQuit your secure elementary school teaching job, adult Madison. Go to culinary school in New York and wow everyone with your high-­profile chef position.\u003c\/i\u003e (Or develop anxiety and panic attacks that keep me from ever wanting to step foot in a professional kitchen ever again.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd when I fail, which is often, the fallout is almost always bigger than the big bright idea that started it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI should have listened to my gut and quit culinary school a year ago, like I’d planned before I got everyone’s hopes up that I’d actually follow through with something. The city was panning out to be nothing like I’d expected, and I missed my little small-­town home in a way I never anticipated.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI went back to Rome, Kentucky, intending to stay for good. But Emily, in her wise older-­sister love, encouraged me to stick it out. She reminded me of my dream and how much I’ve wanted this, adding that I would be full of regret if I quit halfway through. It was a classically moving pep talk from someone who always succeeds in the end.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut I am The Failure—­so even after returning to New York with a motivational speech under my wings and warmth in my heart, I still messed it all up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI hoped to graduate as a badass chef like my idol, Zora Brookes. She was a small-­town chef who cooked her way to two Michelin stars in New York City. She’s basically the Catwoman of chefs, if you will. Efficient. Cunning. Outfitted in full leathers. (Just kidding about the leathers—­though, from the photos of her in the \u003ci\u003eBon Appetit\u003c\/i\u003e feature, she could pull off the look.) I had dreamed of following in her footsteps.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInstead, I’m a lost alley cat, emerging from behind the dumpster with matted fur, a broken spirit, and a fractured heart.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor possibly the first time in her life, Emily was wrong. This dream might not be for me—­and I don’t know how much longer I can keep hoping it is.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReading my mind, Josie, an early-­twenties classmate sitting beside me, leans in and whispers, “What are your plans for after graduation?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy metal chair squeaks as I adjust to find a comfier position. “Red wine and a sexy book. You?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I didn’t literally mean after \u003ci\u003ethis\u003c\/i\u003e graduation,” she says with a laugh, gesturing to the ceremony we are currently part of.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat Josie doesn’t know, and what I’ll never admit to anyone, is that I barely made it here. I was one percentage point—­\u003ci\u003ereally let that sink in\u003c\/i\u003e—­above failing my final evaluations. The only reason I get to walk across the stage tonight? Early in the semester, my instructor offered extra credit: Anyone willing to scrub down countertops and mop the kitchen floors after labs for a month would earn bonus points toward their final grade. If I’ve learned anything in my thirty years, it’s that if your name is Madison Walker, you always take the extra credit. And this time it kept me from flunking out altogether.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWell, that and the lemon thyme risotto I cooked in the third semester that made Chef Cobalt stop talking for a full sixty seconds. Which, if you knew Chef Cobalt, was basically a standing ovation. That was back before the panic attacks really started.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I mean after the ceremony,” says Josie, her amber eyes sparkling as she pulls her warm-­brown, waist-­length box braids over one shoulder. “Did you decide on a restaurant to work at?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI nearly laugh at her implication that I have \u003ci\u003echoices.\u003c\/i\u003e As if restaurants all over the city are clamoring to have me work in their kitchens.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAside from a weeklong lab exercise we partnered on early in our second semester, Josie and I haven’t interacted enough to be friends. And we didn’t intern in the same kitchen either. If we had, she would have known better than to ask me that question. Because as it currently stands, I’m considering walking away from the culinary life altogether and finding yet another career path. Now I can put \u003ci\u003eformer fourth-­grade teacher\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eculinary school failure\u003c\/i\u003e on my résumé.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe saddest truth, however, is that even if I still wanted to find a job in this industry, I doubt Chef Davis would give me the recommendation I need to get a good one. Most likely, he’d deter any interested restaurants from hiring me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI press my lips against a smile and opt for the shortest answer I can give. “Not yet—­how about you?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJosie is like Emily. Meaning, she succeeds in everything she does. She was born for this kind of place—­high expectations, pressure, perfection. The kind of girl who didn’t tense up when receiving a grade. I bet she used a mandolin slicer in the womb. So it’s not a shock when she rattles off the top restaurants (by the dozen) who have already given her a call-­back interview.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSuddenly, I’m glad I never pursued a friendship with her, even if I \u003ci\u003ereally\u003c\/i\u003e needed a friend around here. But I already have one Emily in my life, and though I love her to bits, I couldn’t stomach having another person to compare myself against.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJosie is mid victory speech when my phone goes off in my lap, buzzing wildly as my sister group chat comes alive. “Sorry to interrupt you,” I tell Josie, not actually sorry at all. “But I need to read this text.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer feelings aren’t hurt. She turns her attention to the guy sitting beside her and I zero in on my phone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEMILY: I’m bored. What’s everyone doing?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNIE: Staring at Will because he’s so hot I can’t stand it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEMILY: WILL GRIFFIN! How many times do I have to tell you the sister group chat is sacred and you are NOT allowed in here?!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANNIE: Sorry. Annie’s in the shower. I’ll go get her. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEver since Will and Annie eloped a few months ago, Will has been angling to gain a place in our sibling group chats. Emily reminds him—­repeatedly and sternly—­that he’ll never be invited. But I think this is her way of punishing him for giving in to Annie’s desire to elope, telling no one until after it was done. (Personally, I support it. Annie hates attention, and her little sneaky church wedding with Will was perfect for her.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAMELIA: Cool. I guess that means we won’t be hearing from her for a while . . . and I’m not busy. Just watching Jeopardy with Noah.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEMILY: As every world-­famous pop star does on a Saturday night.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt’s a wild story how my brother met Amelia, aka Rae Rose, world-­famous pop star. But in a nutshell, her car broke down in his front yard, and she hid at his house for a few weeks to get a break from fame. They fell in love, \u003ci\u003ebing bang boom\u003c\/i\u003e—­they’re married. She loves Rome and the life of normalcy it offers her when she’s not on tour, so she and Noah live there together full time. And we love having her in the family. I’ve never met someone so down-­to-­earth. Hand to my heart, I’m more conceited than she is.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMADISON: You small-­towners are embarrassingly boring.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAMELIA: Oh yeah? Name one thing in the big city that’s more fun than eating chicken pot pie while your husband rubs your feet after getting back from a four-­month-­long tour?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy heart jolts. Because as much as I’d like to say I don’t want that kind of life, I really, \u003ci\u003ereally\u003c\/i\u003e do.New York Times bestselling author of Beg, Borrow, or Steal and Practice Makes Perfect","brand":"Dell","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":48233268314341,"sku":"NP9780593723715","price":19.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593723715.jpg?v=1767730006","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/in-your-dreams-isbn-9780593723715","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}