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Seagrass Pier (Hope Beach Series #3)

Seagrass Pier (Hope Beach Series #3)

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by Colleen Coble

In a secluded corner of Hope Beach, one woman must decipher a stranger’s memories . . . before they cost her everything.

Elin Summerall was one of the lucky ones. Not only did she get a heart transplant, but the donor was a perfect fit. A miraculously perfect fit.

But when Elin begins having violent flashbacks—and vivid


In a secluded corner of Hope Beach, one woman must decipher a stranger’s memories . . . before they cost her everything.

Elin Summerall was one of the lucky ones. Not only did she get a heart transplant, but the donor was a perfect fit. A miraculously perfect fit.

But when Elin begins having violent flashbacks—and vivid dreams of being strangled—she realizes that she has been the recipient of more than just a new heart . . . Elin is remembering her donor’s murder.

Her strange affliction has attracted some unwanted attention: from the press, from the authorities . . . and from the killer himself. Now, living alone with her young daughter and aging mother, Elin is being stalked—by a man she’s only met in her nightmares.

The police are dubious of her story, but one off-duty FBI agent agrees to help her: Agent Marc Everton.

Now, in a remote cottage on Hope Island, Elin and Marc must probe the secrets buried in her borrowed heart. And there’s no time to waste. One man is desperate to silence her—before she remembers too much.

Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
Widow Elin Summerall's heart transplant gave her a second chance at life. Unfortunately, the donor was a murdered woman, and now news of Elin's recurring dreams of the woman's death have hit the press. With each dream, Elin remembers more details about the murder and is close to learning the killer's identity. When the murderer begins to stalk and toy with her, Elin flees with her small daughter and aging mother to her new house at Hope Beach. Turning to help from a former lover, FBI agent Marc Everton, Elin prays that the murderer will be caught before he can kill her and her family. VERDICT Complex characters and a tense plot make this a thrilling tale of romantic suspense. Fans of the other titles in the series (Tidewater Inn; Rosemary's Cottage) will not be disappointed with this gripping installment, and the intricate and eerie story line will entice readers who enjoy books by Ted Dekker, Iris Johansen, and J.D. Robb.
Romantic Times
'Coble’s latest Hope Beach novel offers enough mystery and romance to keep the storyline moving quickly. Elin’s flashbacks offer interesting plot points, but the story is not entirely plausible. Overall, this book is entertaining and enjoyable with large amounts of action and intrigue.' —-Romantic Times, 3 stars

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Seagrass Pier

A Hope Beach Novel

By Colleen Coble

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2014 Colleen Coble
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-59554-784-2


The constriction around her neck tightened, and she tried to get her fingers under it to snatch a breath. She was losing consciousness. A large wave came over the bow of the boat, and the sea spray struck her in the face, reviving her struggle. She had to fight or he would kill her. She could smell his cologne, something spicy and strong. His ring flashed in the moonlight, and she dug the fingers of her right hand into his red sweater. The pressure on her neck was unrelenting. She was going to die.

Elin Summerall bolted upright in the bed. Her heart pounded, and she touched her throat and found it smooth and unharmed. It was just that dream again. She was safe, right here in her own house on the outskirts of Virginia Beach, Virginia. Her slick skin glistened in the moonlight streaming through the window.

The incision over her breastbone pulsed with pain, and she grabbed some pills from the bedside and swallowed them. In and out. Concentrating on breathing helped ease both her pain and her panic. She pulled in a breath, sweetly laden with the scent of roses blooming outside her window, then lay back against the pillow.

Her eyes drifted shut, then opened when she heard the tinkle of broken glass. Was it still the dream? Then the cool rush of air from the open window struck her face, and she heard a foot crunch on broken glass.

She leaped from the bed and threw open her door. Her heart pounded in her throat. Was an intruder in the house? In her bare feet, she sidled down the hall toward the sound she'd heard. She paused to peek in on her four-year-old daughter. One arm grasping a stuffed bear, Josie lay in a tangle of princess blankets.

Elin relaxed a bit. Maybe she hadn't heard glass break. It might still have been part of the nightmare. She peered around the hall corner toward the kitchen. A faint light glimmered as if the refrigerator stood open. A cool breeze wafted from the kitchen, and she detected the scent of dew. She was sure she'd shut and locked the window. The hair stood on the back of her neck, and she backed away.

Then a familiar voice called out. "Elin? I need you."

Relief left her limp. Elin rushed down the hall to the kitchen where her mother stood in front of the back door with broken glass all around her feet. The refrigerator stood open as well. Her mom's blue eyes were cloudy with confusion, and she wrung her hands as she looked at the drops of blood on the floor.

Elin grabbed a paper towel. "Don't move, Mom. You've cut yourself." She knelt and scooped the bits of glass away from her mother's bleeding feet. Her mother obediently sat in the chair Elin pulled toward her, and she inspected the small cuts. Nothing major, thank goodness. She put peroxide on her mother's cuts and ushered her back to bed, all the while praying that when morning came, her mother's bout with dementia would have passed. For now.

It was only when she went back to the hall that she smelled a man's cologne. She rushed to the kitchen and glanced around. The glass in the back door was shattered. Inwardly.

He's been in the house.

* * *

The neat plantation-style cottage looked much the same as the last time Marc Everton had been here. Seeing Elin Summerall again hadn't even been on his radar when he pulled on his shoes this morning, but his investigation had pulled up her name, and he needed to find out what she knew.

He put the SUV in Park and shut off the engine. Blue flowers of some kind grew along the brick path to the front door. A white swing swayed in the breeze on the porch.

He mounted the steps and pressed the doorbell. He heard rapid footsteps come his way. The door swung open, and he was face-to-face with Elin again after all this time. She was just as beautiful as he remembered. Her red hair curled in ringlets down her back, and those amazing aqua eyes widened when she saw him.

She leaned against the doorjamb. "Marc, what a surprise." Her husky voice squeaked out as if she didn't have enough air. Her gaze darted behind her, then back to him. "W-What are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to you. Can I come in?"

She swallowed hard and looked behind her again. "I'll come out." She slipped out the door and went to the swing, where she curled up with one leg under her, a familiar pose.

He perched on the porch railing. "I-I was sorry to hear about Tim. A heart attack, I heard. Strange for someone so young."

She nodded. "His lack of mobility caused all kinds of health problems." She glanced toward the house again and bit her lip.

The last time he'd seen her she was pregnant. And Tim had thrown him off the premises. While Marc understood the jealousy, it had been a little extreme.

His jaw tightened. "I'll get right to the point. I'm investigating Laura Watson's murder. I saw a news story this morning about you receiving her heart."

She gulped and clutched her hands in her lap. "That's right. What do you mean 'investigating'?"

"I'm with the FBI."

"I thought ..." She bit her lip and looked away. "I mean, you used to be in the Air Force."

"I was ready for something new."

"Sara never told me you'd left the military."

He lifted a brow but said nothing. He doubted he'd often been the topic of conversation between his cousin and Elin. Eyeing her, he decided to lay his cards on the table. "My best friend was murdered while investigating this case. My supervisor thinks I can't be objective now and wouldn't assign me to the case, but he's wrong. I took some leave, and I'm going to find his killer."

She gulped. "Oh, Marc, I'm so sorry."

He brushed off her condolences. "The article said you received Laura's heart, that you've been having some kind of memories of the murder."

Her face paled, but her gaze stayed fixed on him. "Yes, it's been a little scary."

"Sorry to hear you've been sick. You all right now?"

When she nodded, a long curl fell forward, spiraling down her long neck to rest near her waist. He yanked his gaze back from that perfect, shining lock. Her hair was unlike any other woman's he'd ever met. Thick and lustrous with a color somewhere between red and auburn and lit from within by gold highlights.

Her hand went to the center of her chest. "I had a virus that damaged my heart. I'm still recovering from surgery, but the doctors are pleased with my progress."

"That's good." He pushed away the stab of compassion. The only reason he was here was to find out what she knew about the murder. "So tell me about these visions or whatever they are."

* * *

Elin exhaled and forced her tense shoulder muscles to relax. She had to do this. But what if she told him everything and he didn't believe her? No one else had listened. Was it because she didn't know herself anymore and it came across to others?

His dark good looks, only enhanced by a nose that had been broken several times, had always drawn female attention. She'd vowed they would never turn her head, but she was wrong. So wrong. He'd haunted her dreams for nearly five years, and she thought she'd finally put the guilt to rest. But one look at his face had brought it surging back. The scent of his cologne, Polo Red, wafted to her, instantly taking her back to that one night of passion.

She'd been so young and stupid. They hadn't even liked each other, and to this day, she wondered what had gotten into her.

Marc opened the iPad in his hand and launched a program. "How did you find out she was your donor?"

"I have access to the records, and no one thought to lock me out." She twisted her hands together. "To explain this, I need to give you some background, so bear with me." She plunged in before he could object. "I've worked matching up donors with recipients for five years. I love my job."

"I know."

Those two words told her a lot. "Anyone who works with organ donation has heard the stories. They've even hit the news on occasion. Accounts of things the recipient knew about the donor. Things they should have had no way of knowing."

He nodded. "Cell memory."

At least he knew the term. "That's right. Within hours of receiving my new heart, I started having flashbacks of Laura's murder." She touched her throat. "I'm choking, fighting for my life. I remember things like the color of the murderer's hair. I keep smelling a man's cologne. I went to the department store to identify it. It's Encounter." She saw doubt gathering on his face and hurried on. "He was wearing a sweater the night he killed her. It was red."

He lifted a brow. "A sweater? On a Caribbean cruise?"

She bit her lip. "Maybe he put it on to prevent being scratched. I fought—I mean, Laura fought—very hard."

He didn't believe her. He hadn't taken a single note on his iPad. She had to convince him or Josie would be orphaned. Mom would have to go to a nursing home. "He's stalking me."

His somber gaze didn't change. "What's happened?"

"Someone broke into my house the other night. I'd just had a nightmare about the murder, and I heard the glass break. At first I thought it was an intruder, then Mom called for me. I found her in the kitchen in the middle of broken glass. I cleaned her up and got her to bed before I looked around more." She shuddered and hugged herself. "The glass in the back door had been broken from outside. He'd been here."

"What makes you think it's the man who killed Laura?"

"Who else could it be? He knows I'm remembering things because it was in the newspaper. He has to silence me before I remember everything."

He closed the cover on his tablet. "Well, thank you for answering my questions, Elin. I'll look into your claims. I've heard about cell memory, but most doctors consider it part of the psychological trauma from organ transplants. Have you been to a doctor? Maybe the intruder the other night was a nightmare. You said you'd been dreaming. And he wasn't actually in the house, was he?"

She stayed put in the swing. "You have to believe me. I know I sound like I'm crazy, but it's all too real."

His mouth twisted. "The police didn't believe you either, did they?"

She shook her head. "But they don't know me. You do."

His eyes went distant. "I'm not sure I do either. You seem—different somehow."

Her eyes burned. Everyone said that, but she didn't feel any different. Okay, maybe some of her likes and dislikes had changed, but it meant nothing. She was still Elin Summerall, Josie's mommy and Ruby's daughter.

The front door opened, and she saw her daughter's small hand on the doorknob. No, no, Josie, don't come out. Her daughter emerged with a bright smile. The red top and white pants she wore enhanced her dark coloring. Her distinctive hazel eyes were exactly like the man's in front of her. Maybe he wouldn't notice. A futile hope. Marc was a good detective, the best. Tenacious too.

"Hi, honey. Mommy is busy. Go back inside with Grandma."

Josie's eyes clouded. "She's sleeping. I want to go to the park."

Marc's gaze swept over Josie and lingered on her widow's peak. "This is Josie?"

There was no escaping this reckoning. "Yes. Josie, say hello to Mr. Everton."

"Hi, Mr. Everton. You want to come to my birthday party? I'll be five next month."

His smile was indulgent. "What's the date?"

"July 10."

His eyes widened, and Elin could almost hear the wheels spinning in his head, see him calculating the time. Tim hadn't come back for a month after that night.

He bolted upright, and his hands curled into fists. "I'd love to, Josie." His voice was controlled, but the look he shot Elin was full of fury and disbelief.

Elin forced a smile. "Go inside, honey. We'll go to the park in a little while. I need to talk to Mr. Everton for a few minutes."

Her daughter gave a final pout, then turned and went back inside. The door banged behind her as a final punctuation of her displeasure.

The silence stretched between Elin and Marc as their gazes locked. How on earth did she begin?

He paced to the door and back, then dug into his pocket and popped a mint from its package. He popped it into his mouth. "She's my daughter and you never told me." He spat out the tight words, and a muscle in his jaw jumped.

* * *

Marc struggled to control his anger. He'd instantly recognized Josie's resemblance to him instead of her red-haired mother. And Tim had been blond. Josie's hazel eyes were flecked with green and gold, just like his. The dimple in her right cheek matched his. So did the shape of her face and her dark curls. And her widow's peak.

He paced the porch and looked at Elin. Her figure was enough to stop traffic, but their personalities had never really meshed. Except for that one night after her father died. Ravaged by grief, she'd shown up at his house looking for Sara, and he gave her a drink to calm her down. One drink led to another and another until they crossed a line of no return. A night they both regretted.

He saw hope and fear warring in her beautiful face. "Why?" His voice was hoarse, and he cleared his throat. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She bit her lip. "As far as I was concerned, Tim was her father. That was one of the conditions he made before we were married, that he wanted her to be his daughter."

"He's been gone for two years. You could have come to me as soon as he died." His gaze swung back to the door. Elin had deprived him of two years he could have had with his daughter. His fists clenched again, and his throat ached from clenching his jaw.

Her eyes shimmered with moisture. "The last thing he asked me before he died was to never tell you. H-He was jealous. I'm sure you realized that when you came here with Sara that day and he went into a rage."

He gave a curt nod. "So you never planned to tell me?"

Her chin came up. "No. I'd betrayed Tim once. I didn't want to do it again."

The fact he had a child still floored him. What did he do with this? "I'll talk to my attorney and draw up some support papers."

A flush ran up her pale skin. "I don't want your money, Marc! Josie is my daughter. Tim is her daddy, and we don't need another one. The only thing I need from you is for you to find that man and put him behind bars before he hurts me."

"I intend to." Surely she wouldn't keep his daughter away from him? He wasn't going to be one of those deadbeat dads, no way. "But I'm not so sure about that cell-memory stuff."

She wrung her hands. "I see your skepticism. Don't you think I know it's crazy? Everyone just says, 'There, there, Elin. You've been through so much. This will pass.' But it's getting worse! The dreams come nearly every night. You have to help me."

Against his will, he saw the conviction in her face. So what if it was some kind of hallucination from the heart transplant? Josie was still his daughter. He owed it to her to see if there was any truth to this. And his lack of control that night still haunted him. Her grief for her father had been a poor excuse for what they'd done.

He went back to his perch on the porch railing and picked up his pen. "Start over from the beginning."


Elin rolled over and looked at the clock. It was nearly two in the morning, and she hadn't fallen asleep yet. She massaged the pain between her breasts. The discomfort had lessened substantially this week, but the twinges reminded her every day of how fragile her life was.

What if Marc tried to take her daughter? Even trying to be part of Josie's life would be a complication Elin didn't have the emotional energy to handle. She flipped on her light since she wasn't sleeping anyway and reached for her MacBook.

She called up the real-estate listing again and stared at the house on Hope Island she'd purchased. Her father had been stationed on the quaint little island for three years during her teens, and she treasured the memories of time spent with her parents and sister. Maybe she could recapture that peace and learn something about Laura in the process. She felt well enough to handle the move now.

She heard a sound and raised her head. Was Mom up again? Or maybe Josie? She closed her computer and got up. After opening her door, she listened a moment but the sound didn't come again. Still, it wouldn't hurt to check. She moved on to her daughter's room, then relaxed when she saw Josie curled up with her stuffed bear. Elin went to the tiny room her mother occupied, barely bigger than a closet. She slept as well.

Though the sound must have been her imagination, she couldn't shake off the sense of unease. She stood in the hallway outside Josie's room and listened to the hall clock ticking. Nothing. Turning toward her bedroom door, she mentally shrugged at her nerves.


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USA Today bestselling author Colleen Coble has written several romantic suspense novels including Tidewater InnRosemary Cottage, and the Mercy Falls, Lonestar, and Rock Harbor series. Visit her website at www.colleencoble.com Twitter: @colleencoble Facebook: colleencoblebooks

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NonniD More than 1 year ago
I love Colleen Coble, love the Hope Beach series and especially loved this book. Plus, I really liked the main characters, Elin and Marc. They are so human and so likeable. It's romantic and it's very suspenseful and there are some great life lessons that can be applied to almost anyone's life. Although it's the 3rd book in the series, it can easily stand on its own so don't let it stop you if you haven't read the first two. Like some other reviewers though, you may want to go back and read them later if you missed them.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent read. Page turner. Full of suspense.
sh2rose More than 1 year ago
Intrigue, suspense, romance, and loyalty run throughout this great read by Colleen Coble. Elin, her daughter, and her mother are a tight knit team even though her mom battles with dementia. Elin senses hints of who may have killed the woman whose heart beats within her. She draws from different directions to put an end to the disturbing, persistent dreams. Who can she trust with her dilemma and her long held secret? How will God guide her? Will Marc be able to help? I like Colleen Coble's writing and she kept me guessing until the end to discover the who, how, and why. Fascinating reading for sure! Thanks to The BookLook Bloggers Team for furnishing a complimentary book in exchange for the reader’s honest opinion.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Exciting book couldnt put it down
Anonymous 19 days ago
Great to read
Book-WomanRS More than 1 year ago
Story very slow t o develop.
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No need to spend a whopping $9.99...I've already it! Thank you