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Beach House No. 9 (Beach House No. 9 Series #1)

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When Jane Pearson arrives at Griffin Lowell's beach house, she expects a brooding loner. After all, his agent hired her to help the reclusive war journalist write his stalled memoir. Instead, Jane finds a tanned, ocean-blue-eyed man in a Hawaiian shirt, hosting a beach party and surrounded by beauties. Faster than he can untie a bikini top, Griffin lets Jane know he doesn't want her. But she desperately needs this job and digs her toes in the sand.

Griffin intends to spend the ...

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Overview

When Jane Pearson arrives at Griffin Lowell's beach house, she expects a brooding loner. After all, his agent hired her to help the reclusive war journalist write his stalled memoir. Instead, Jane finds a tanned, ocean-blue-eyed man in a Hawaiian shirt, hosting a beach party and surrounded by beauties. Faster than he can untie a bikini top, Griffin lets Jane know he doesn't want her. But she desperately needs this job and digs her toes in the sand.

Griffin intends to spend the coming weeks at Beach House No. 9 taking refuge from his painful memories—and from the primly sexy Jane, who wants to bare his soul. But warm nights, moonlit walks and sultry kisses just may unlock both their guarded hearts….

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Prolific author Ridgway (Can't Hurry Love) begins a new series with a beach-worthy seaside contemporary. After editor Jane Pearson makes a professional and personal break with a bestselling author, she's determined to succeed with her next client. War journalist and boozehound Griffin Lowell thinks he doesn't need a book doctor for his memoir, but his agent disagrees and hires Jane, who packs up and moves to the beach house next door to Griffin. He impudently invites his unhappy sister and her children to move in with her, prompting "Governess Jane" to relocate to his place. Though Griffin thinks Jane's a pest and she's disgusted by his tantrums, they're overwhelmed by mutual lust. This conventional tale is elevated by realistic details of Griffin's post-traumatic stress and flashbacks, an adorable retro beach setting, and intriguing supporting characters with a heart-wrenching troubled marriage subplot concerning Griffin's sister. Agents: Andrea Cirillo and Christina Hogrebe, the Jane Rotrosen Agency. (Feb.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373777402
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 1/29/2013
  • Series: Beach House No. 9 Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 377
  • Sales rank: 235,837
  • Product dimensions: 4.00 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Christie Ridgway is the award-winning author of over thirty-five contemporary romances. Known for stories that make readers laugh and cry, Christie began writing romances in fifth grade. After marrying her college sweetheart and having two sons, she returned to what she loved best—telling stories of strong men and determined women finding happy ever after. She lives in Southern California. Keep up with Christie at www.christieridgway.com.

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The salt air, Jane Pearson realized, was hampering the success of her impending mission. First, it made her normally normal hair fuzzy. Not such a big deal, she supposed as she picked her way downhill, taking the narrow track of crushed shells that led from the coastal road to the picturesque cottages of Crescent Cove, but it was also wilting the white linen dress she wore.

At home, the garment had seemed perfect I-mean-business wear for a June late afternoon. It had short cap sleeves and a collar she'd buttoned tight to the neck, but the swing hemline no longer moved crisply about her knees, instead clinging damply to her thighs. By the time she reached Beach House No. 9, she feared she wouldn't appear the no-nonsense professional. Kleenex ghost might be a better comparison, the kind that kids made at Halloween—this one spritzed with water and topped with frizzy blondish tendrils.

No matter, she thought. Her determination remained firm. Despite the state of her attire, she wouldn't soften when facing the man she was here to confront. Griffin Lowell had been ignoring her calls—all eleven of them!—and she wasn't willing to wait any longer for a response. According to his literary agent, the writer was way behind on his memoir. Jane had been hired to cure his critical case of deadline denial and then help shape the pages she prodded him to produce. It was time to get started.

He needed her.

You need him too, Jane, a little voice in her head added.

She ignored the unwelcome reminder and focused instead on her surroundings. Crescent Cove wasn't a hardship to visit. It was actually an amazing find in this Southern California county notable for the recently built, oh-soalike housing developments and shopping malls that sprouted like beige-stuccoed fungi along the Pacific Coast Highway. About those red terra-cotta tile roofs…didn't anyone realize that too much of a good thing made a bad thing?

By contrast, this beach colony was straight from another time. The fifty or so unconventional bungalows and colorful cottages were prime examples of beach vernacular architectural design—she'd read that—and snuggled the bluffs along a two-mile stretch of sand. Each appeared as cheery and appealing as the bougainvillea that grew like weeds around them in colors ranging from pale salmon to the brightest scarlet. The prevailing sound at the cove was the rhythmic shush of the waves, as the growl of tires on the highway above was screened by a stand of tall eucalyptus. Their medicinal tang mingled with the scents of seaweed, sand and ocean.

A black Labrador in a tie-dyed kerchief ambled toward her, and she smiled at him. Jane loved dogs, though she'd never actually owned one. Growing up, her famed scientist of a father had claimed that pets would distract children from the rigor of their studies. And these days, her hours were too unpredictable to allow for a pet.

"Hello," she called out to the canine, wiggling her fingers in his direction. His moseying pace didn't check, however, and he turned down an alley that snaked between two rows of houses. Well. Just another male wrapped up in his own pursuits.

Continuing forward, she approached No. 9 from the rear, where more crushed shells led to a double garage, its door painted a seafoam-green. A handful of beach cruiser bicycles leaned against the dark brown shingled siding. Six cars were parked nearby, half of them luxury sedans, half in dubious running condition, all with two or more surfboards strapped on top, bright-striped beach towels sandwiched between them.

Did Griffin Lowell have houseguests? The thought made Jane pause while she was still fifty feet from the back door. Surely not. His agent had told her the man in question had gone completely hermit, ignoring phone calls, texts and emails—even from friends and family. Jane knew all too well how effectively he'd snubbed her.

"Before he went incommunicado, I spoke to him about getting some assistance with the book," Frank, the agent, had said. "He agreed. So light a firecracker under him, will you, Jane?"

Of course she would. She was excellent at her job, and after the disaster of her last assignment, it was imperative she prove that again.

Her short-heeled pumps had slender ankle straps and cutouts like eyelets scattered across the toe cap. She watched them carefully as she navigated another fifteen feet on the unsteady shell surface before pausing a second time. Taking in some deep breaths, she tried smoothing down her wisping-every-which-way hair and palm-ironing the damp fabric of her dress. The stakes had her a little tense.

Not to mention that there was the whole recluse thing to consider. Griffin had spent a year embedded with American troops in Afghanistan. He'd seen things, experienced things—hence the memoir—that without a doubt had impacted him. Was he right now sitting alone, staring out to sea, brooding over the nature of God and man? She felt her uneasiness tick up another notch as she imagined that scene, and then herself interrupting his silent solitude.

But you've been given a second chance, Jane, and you can't afford to balk.

With that mantra echoing in her head, she made it to the mat lying outside the front door. It looked like a Jolly Roger, and beneath the skull and crossbones was written: Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here.

Another woman might add that warning to the eleven disregarded phone calls, her jittering nerves, plus the limp state of her clothing and then decide to tackle the author another day. Jane, however, lifted her chin as well as her fist, prepared to rap on the door.

It swung open before her knuckles met wood. A guy in bare feet, yellow board shorts and bleached blond curls stared down at her. From inside came the unmistakable sound of a party. Rap music, raised voices, the shattering of a beer bottle followed by curses worthy of a sailor. Two women passed behind the beach boy, wearing near-identical denim miniskirts and mini bikini tops too, their long highlighted locks straightened to shiny perfection. They clutched tropical-colored drinks complete with umbrellas and didn't spare a glance for Jane with her fuzzy hair and drooping dress. In the distance, she heard a masculine voice say, "I'm drunk. Smashed. Pissed." Another someone yelled, "Hey, Brittany, how 'bout you and me get naked?"

Oh, the man she was after was so not a hermit.

"Griffin?" she said, eyeing the surfer dude.

"Nah, I'm Ted. You want him?"

"Yes." She wasn't sure if she was happy or sad that Beach Boy wasn't the man she was after. "Is he available?" As in, not inebriated and not getting bare with Brittany.

"For you? Sure." He gestured with his thumb over his shoulder. "Inside. Can't miss him."

As she scooted past, the dude yelled, "Hey, Griffin! Guess who the liquor store sent out to deliver the chips and booze? Some little thing from librarian school!"

Ignoring her annoyance at the comment, she took in her surroundings. A party was definitely going on at Griffin's. Twenty or so people milled about a rectangular living room that had a whitewashed brick fireplace on the wall opposite sliding glass doors leading to an ocean-view deck. There, more people were gathered. The rap song gave way to something by Jimmy Buffett as she moved through the crowd, wondering how she "couldn't miss" the reporter. He worked for magazines, so she'd never seen him on television. The black-and-white photo her preliminary research had uncovered depicted a scruffy figure wearing a combat helmet, flak jacket and dusty sunglasses.

The music blasting from the speakers hiccuped, and the Jimmy Buffett song started again from the top just as she reached those rear doors. Her gaze shifted right, drawn to a twirling mobile hanging in the corner that was made from driftwood and worn, mismatched flip-flops suspended with fishing line. Beneath that piece of "art" was where she found him. She didn't know how she knew, but she'd bet a hundred-dollar bill she didn't have to spare that she'd located Griffin Lowell.

In fatigue-green cargo shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, he was tipped back in a distressed-leather recliner, a buxom bikini babe perched on each of its arms. A red bandanna covered his head like a biker's do-rag—or probably a pirate's, because there was a gold earring in one ear and a patch over each eye. A lean, tan hand was curved around a beer bottle resting on his taut belly. He appeared to be sleeping. Perhaps meditating, if buccaneers did such a thing.

She took a breath. "Griffin? Griffin Lowell?"

His free hand slid toward his crotch. She yanked her gaze away, but then realized he was merely reaching for his front pocket. "How much do I owe you?" he rumbled. "You didn't forget the tequila, did you?"

"And the diet cherry cola," one of the bikinis added. "I can't drink tequila without diet cherry cola."

He grimaced but repeated her anyway. "And the diet cherry cola."

Jane just stared at him, shaking her head. It was hard to get a read on the man, what with his hair covered in fabric and his face obscured by those ridiculous eye patches. Peering more closely at them, she could see the black rubber was embossed with, once again, the Jolly Roger skull and bones. "I didn't bring anything at all," Jane said, her voice rising a little as Buffett made way for a band she didn't know. "But, Griffin Lowell, you still owe me."

After a second's hesitation, the chair jumped upright, dislodging the girls. Griffin held out his beer and one of the bikinis took it, leaving him free to strip away his pirate paraphernalia: earring, bandanna, eye patch one and eye patch two. For the first time, she got a real look at him.

Oh, Jane thought, swallowing. Shiver me timbers.

He was undeniably attractive, with a lean face as tan as his hand, its bones stark and masculine. There was a grit of black stubble on his cheeks and chin, and his head hair was only a half inch or so longer. A soldier's style, she supposed. But the eyes that studied her beneath his dark brows were a startling aqua-blue that both observed and assessed with a spotlight intensity. Reporter's eyes.

They seemed cold at first, but as his gaze roamed lower, to her mouth, then to the too-tight collar that suddenly seemed to choke off her airway and on to her clingy dress and now-rubbery knees, the skin he visually explored began to heat, inch by inch. It was like those beacon fires of old, used to signal an enemy's approach. A kindling at one location spurred the lighting of the next and so on and so on until everyone—or in this case, every nerve—was on alert. And then Jane recalled that pirates had used such fires too, but as false navigational beacons that lured ships to dangerous waters where they would run aground or even sink.

She should have been chilled by the thought, but instead another wave of heat tumbled over her body. In reaction, she could actually feel her hair lifting away from her scalp and twisting itself into curls she'd never had before.

Willing herself not to touch them, she cleared her throat and spoke with authority. "You haven't been taking my calls, so I've come here to discuss your book."

At her words, his gaze immediately shuttered, and he shoved back into a reclined position. "I'm not interested." He held out his hand for his beer and drained it in one long draw.

Jane didn't let his closed eyes deter her even as annoyance ignited at his clear—and yes, rude—dismissal. "You signed a contract to write a memoir," she reminded him crisply, then forced herself to soften her tone. "But you don't have to do it alone. That's why I'm here—for you."

When his eyes popped open at that, she even managed a friendly smile. His gaze started running down her body again, causing her lips to flatten and her insides to squirm so her outside wouldn't. As his eyes resettled on her mouth, she bit her bottom lip to hold back the odd little whimper that was slinking up her throat. It was as unusual as the sudden impulse she felt to turn tail and run.

You can't afford to balk, Jane.

That little voice acted like a bucket of ice water. "You have pages due soon," she told Griffin, steady again. "I've been hired to help you meet your obligation."

He cocked his head at her, clearly unenthused.

She continued anyway. "To that end, I'm ready to provide you everything you need." And in her experience, sometimes that meant applying a swift kick to the seat of an author's pants, an option that was sounding better and better by the moment. "Whatever you need."

"Yeah?" One of those black brows lifted, and his voice drawled. "The only things I need, honey-pie, are a couple of shots of tequila, another six-pack of beer and a night of sweaty sex."

The second brow lifted to the level of the first. "You game?"

Jane didn't have time to respond with more than a sputter before someone shouted Griffin's name and he was gone, leaving her alone with the empty recliner and the bikinis. "Finally," one said. "I'll bet it's the diet cherry cola." She wandered off, presumably to check.

The second bikini smiled at Jane, who managed to smile back. "Nice, uh, party. A special occasion?"

The sleek-haired woman shrugged. "It's Tuesday?"

"Actually," Jane said, "it's Wednesday."

"Oh." The bikini rubbed a spot between her brows. "I've lost track. Finals week, you know."

Was testing required for the technicians at tanning salons? "You're a student?"

"Graduate work. Marine biology." Then she cracked up. "You should see your face! I'm kidding. I'm in beauty school."

The young woman didn't need to take classes for that, Jane thought. She was striking in that wide-mouthed, big-breasted way of women who were soap-opera actresses or models in Maxim magazine. "You visit Griffin often?"

"It's Party Central, y'know? My girlfriend's boyfriend surfs with him, so we've all been hanging out here. He doesn't seem to mind."

Which seemed to also verify he wasn't hard at work on his manuscript. Figuring he'd had enough time to take care of the liquor delivery, Jane excused herself and went in search of him again. It took a few minutes to determine he wasn't in the galley-style kitchen, any of the bedrooms, the bathrooms or even the garage that housed another gathering of partiers clustered around a table set up for beer pong. On her second search, she discovered that somehow he'd gotten past her and was now stretched out on a lounge in a corner of the deck, his eyes closed once again. His fingers were curled around a fresh bottle of beer.

He might as well have been alone.

Jane didn't let that deter her. Instead, she dragged a molded plastic chair to his side and plunked herself onto its seat, tucking her wild hair behind her ears. Not a single male muscle twitched.

With a huff, she sent him a pointed look, but that didn't appear to pierce the bubble he'd erected around himself either. Though she supposed waiting him out would give her the upper hand, she didn't have that kind of patience. His deadline was at stake. Her reputation.

She huffed again. "Griffin."

Only his lips moved. "Honey-pie."

Her back teeth ground together. "Look, I'm here because you told your agent you were interested in someone helping you with your manuscript. That's what I do."

When Griffin didn't respond, she raised her voice. "I'm a book doctor," she said. "My name is Jane."

That prodded him a little. His eyes opened a slit. They closed again as one corner of his mouth ticked up. "Of course it is."

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  • Posted February 4, 2013

    Very enjoyable read. You can relate to the characters and probl

    Very enjoyable read. You can relate to the characters and problems they face. Look forward to the rest of the series.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 13, 2013

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    I really love Christie Ridgway and was trilled to read the first

    I really love Christie Ridgway and was trilled to read the first book in her Beach House Series, Beach House No. 9. This book is about Griffin and Jane. Griffin is a war photographer who is suppose to be writing his memoir, instead, he is playing pirate and party playboy at Beach House No. 9. Jane is a very prim and proper professional. She's been hired to get Griffin back on track, having no idea what she's coming into. I loved how buttoned up she is but that she wears such girly shoes and feminine sexy underwear. I love how she seems like a puzzle that Griffin just needs to figure out and it thows him off his game time and time again.

    It was interesting to have a hero with PTSD who wasn't a soldier. Griffin is suffering, he is haunting by the memories of what he had seen and experienced while embedded in the war zone and having Jane in his life, forcing him to finish his memoir, is making him to face up to some of those nightmares.

    There was also a side story of Griffin's sister and her three kids and they are hysterical. I even loved the old neighbor next door who keeps crabbin at Griffin, and being a photographer who also was embedded with soldiers during war time, he understands what Griffin has been through and tries to help him through the PTSD

    I loved everything about this book and look forward to many more amazing stories from Christie Ridgway.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2013

    Autumn

    Hey(;

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  • Posted February 5, 2013

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    On the whole, I really enjoyed this book (and the prequel novell

    On the whole, I really enjoyed this book (and the prequel novella Beach House Beginnings) and am looking forward to the rest of the series. I absolutely adored Jane and every single pair of her shoes. (At first I didn't get why we were suddenly given a detailed description of her shoes as she walked towards Griffin's beach house. But soon it all. became. clear. The shoes. An awesome part of the story all on their own, thanks to Griffin.) I loved Griffin's sister and all four of her "minions". Cantankerous Rex from next door was a riot, and I enjoyed his back-and-forth banter with Griffin as well as his more serious side. Skye, the manager of the properties, is a bit harder to get a real handle on since we don't see all that much of her, but I am definitely looking forward to reading her story in book three. I liked the idea of a non-combatant suffering from PTSD, as Griffin does. His character was absolutely wonderful, and I was pulling for him the entire book to realize what he needed to do to get his life back.

    But...there were some parts that didn't quite do it for me. First, Griffin's brother-in-law's midlife crisis that caused the minions to move next door to their uncle for the summer? Yeah, it was a head scratcher. Even once it was explained it seemed like an extreme overreaction. That side story ended up being resolved nicely, but the reasons behind it in the first place just seemed bizarre. Secondly--and for the HEA of the story more importantly--I'm not sure I buy into Griffin's turnaround at the end. It's not that I don't think he and Jane should be together--I totally do--but after everything he'd been going through it felt like it was all "fixed" much too easily. In my mind he obviously still has a whole lot of work to do to make it to a place where he can be with Jane. For him, the book ended too soon.

    However, I still ended up giving this book four stars. In spite of those two issues, I really enjoyed the story and can't wait to read the next two. Now, how can I sign up for my own bungalow?

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  • Posted June 6, 2014

    Nice little get away

    It was a good read. A little more races than I planned judging by the cover though. I liked the other characters they pulled in.

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  • Posted June 6, 2014

    Enjoyable read

    This story kept my interest from the beginning to the end.

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  • Posted June 5, 2014

    Loved this book and all of the characters. There were some seri

    Loved this book and all of the characters. There were some serious moments where I wanted to reach for a tissue but then the situation would turn around and I couldn't help laughing out loud! Loved the humor of this author. Will definitely read the next in the series and other books by Christie Ridgway, a new favorite.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2014

    Average modern romance combo

    Except focus was off beach vet book and writers block somehow isnt as fresh idea as it once was unless this was one of her first books would appreciate org. date of publishing and page count quick reads can mean less thsn novella length do not see a series in this one needs english coast several generations of lovers in a stone cottage with a walled garden overlooking a smugglers bay plus above

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  • Posted August 8, 2013

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    Griffin Lowell spent a year in the depths of the war, chroniclin

    Griffin Lowell spent a year in the depths of the war, chronicling the camaraderie of the troops and the side effects of being shot at every day. He felt the same emotions as the troops, until tragedy struck, and he vowed to never feel again. Back in the states, he is ignoring calls from his publicist and he refuses to write a single word of his memoir. Enter Jane Pearson, book doctor. She is sent to Griffin’s doorstep to get his writing career back on track, when really her career needs to be straightened out too. Two stubborn souls hiding their past hurts, may find they are each other’s answer to survival.

    This is a heart-warming romance set in the modern-day. The characters are extremely relatable due to their actions and responses to their inner fears. Ridgeway gives readers an inside-look into all perspectives, by switching points-of view every few pages. The funny banter will leave readers laughing, while the steamy chemistry will leave readers over-heated. However the ending was rushed and somewhat disappointing and the minor characters’ romantic troubles could be a bit distracting. Overall this is a fast and fun read, and it provided a nice layout for the next books in the series.

    Notes:
    This review was originally written for My Sister's Books.
    This review was originally posted on Ariesgrl Book Reviews.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2013

    Farewell

    She walked in.. "So No Fun. Awhhhh. " Dx

    0 out of 15 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2013

    Jamie to josh

    Heyy

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2013

    Nona

    Um josh u told me to come here. I am the Job applaction girl that u told me to come meet u at beaches resut 11

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  • Posted May 4, 2013

    Recommend

    I enjoyed these books and seeing the characters overcoming there fears.

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  • Posted April 19, 2013

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    Posted on Romancing the Books blog / Reviewed by Molly / Review

    Posted on Romancing the Books blog / Reviewed by Molly / Review copy provided by Netgalley / So, I wanted to read this series really bad. I loved the sound of the beach, the romance, characters that would become friends. But, sadly this was not quite what I was expecting.

    Ms. Ridgway captured me in the beginning with Jane and her witty charm. She hooked me with the sexy Griffin and his tortured self. Then the story started to drag on for me with Jane and Griffin’s issues. Towards the end, however, it did pick back up and kept my interest. But, in the middle, I had a bit of issue staying focused on the story.

    Jane’s character is well developed as she struggles with getting Griffin to meet his deadline. Griffin’s character is one you want to be mad at , yet be happy for. He was suffering from PTSD and so many times I wanted to tell him to wake up! But, I also was happy for him when he started to realize what Jane was all about and his feelings for her.

    Ms. Ridgway does do a good job at working in the romance. When Jane and Griffin felt the pull of attraction, so did I! I wanted to be right there where Jane was.

    Despite the slow middle, I would recommend this story to anyone looking for a good romance story. It’s sultry, summery and sparking with passion! I am looking forward to reading the next two books in this series and visiting Crescent Cove again.

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  • Posted April 19, 2013

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    Highly recommend

    Great story with great characters, and great set up for future books!

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  • Posted March 22, 2013

    Jane has just gotten out of a relationship with an author who af

    Jane has just gotten out of a relationship with an author who after the break-up has put Jane's professional reputation at stake. She is determined to make her next project a success by helping her new client's book the best it can be. However, she has her work cut out for her because Griffin Lowell is in no frame of mind to tackle his memoirs.

    A journalist who spent a year in Afghanistan reporting on war events, Griffin is fighting the demons that have haunted him ever since he returned from his assignment overseas. The last thing he wants to do is bring those memories and emotions to the page, especially after meeting his partner in this endeavor - Jane. Little does he know that Jane will not give up that easily and that with her quirky taste in shoes and sexy full mouth she will break through his walls until he confronts the events that took place in Afghanistan.

    I so enjoyed this story, especially the main characters. I found Jane to be a perfect match for Griffin. With her stubbornness and caring ways she was the only one who could really draw out Griffin from behind the walls he had erected since returning. I loved Griffin! A handsome man with dark edges who closed himself from friends and family emotionally, Griffin won my heart from the start. I loved his sarcastic remarks, his caring side and his passion.

    Christie Ridgway did a wonderful job of developing the main characters throughout the story so that I could easily connect to them and cheer them on. I appreciated the fact that although their attraction was immediate and mutual, they developed a friendship based on honest expectations and time spent together before making their declarations of love. Through flirtatious banter and emotional dialogue, Griffin and Jane's connection came across the page in a believable manner. I enjoyed their bickering, their honest exchanges of personal information and their explosive chemistry.

    I also enjoyed the secondary characters. In addition to Griffin and Jane's story the author included a side story about Griffin's sister, Tess, and her husband. I usually don't enjoy having another couple's story included within the main one, but Ridgway did a great job of bringing both stories to the page in a way that never made me feel overwhelmed, which I appreciated since there were a lot of characters to keep track of in addition to all the details and emotions that were present in both stories.

    A touching and sexy romantic read with a beautiful setting, complex characters and emotions galore, Beach House No. 9, is the first book in the Beach House No. 9 series.

    I received this title from Harlequin through NetGalley in exchange of my honest opinion.

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  • Posted March 10, 2013

    Beach House #9 is a powerful story of how PTSD affects a war cor

    Beach House #9 is a powerful story of how PTSD affects a war correspondant returned from Afghanistan.  The problems he faces and his difficulties in coming to  grips with them left  this reader very moved.
    Jane Pearson is a wonderful character.  A very intense and wonderful read!

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  • Posted March 4, 2013

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    I love Beach House No. 9 by Christine Ridgway! Jane is a 'Book D

    I love Beach House No. 9 by Christine Ridgway! Jane is a 'Book Doctor' hired by Griffin's agent to help him finish a memoir he is writing. She arrives in Crescent Cove expecting to find a brooding loner, but instead finds herself at Party Central in Griffin's cottage.

    Griffin is a journalist who spent a year embedded in Afganistan. He is supposed to be writing a memoir, but is stalling, denying that he shows signs of PSTD, and really isn't sure if he wants to write it after all. But he is on a deadline, and the agent really wants his book.

    Jane arrives and Griffin's first thought is 'librarian', 'governess' when he sees her. Little does he know there is much more to Jane than meets the eye, and in more ways than one!

    As Jane pushes Griffin to finish his book, they begin to develop a relationship that is supposed to be a temporary thing, but can it lead to more? There are all kinds of issues...Griffin never being one to settle with anyone, his (denied) PSTD...Jane was raised by an emotionless father and no one has ever put her first or thought of her feelings...that is until Griffin.

    The side story of Tess (Griffin's sister) and David (her husband) was a great addition to the story, and I LOVE the old guy, neighbour, war vet Rex. He and Griffin have a very unique relationship that is a fantastic part of the book!

    As I said I loved Beach House No. 9. Christie managed to take me right to Crescent Cove, I felt like I was right there...in fact the day I finished this I had to head to the ocean and get my salt air fix!! The characters were all realistic...there was romance, seriousness, sweetness, humor and fun in Beach House No. 9. Highly recommend if you're looking for a great romance book!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2013

    Sweet

    Loved it....loved how he finally listened to his heart.....thank u for a great story....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2013

    Not good

    It was hard to get thru this story The feelings between Jane and Griffin were lacking The sub plots with Tess and David, and Skye and Gage were much more interesting Have loved her other work but thuis one was not good

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