Treasure on Lilac Lane: A Jewell Cove Novel [NOOK Book]

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Sometimes the journey home is its own reward.
Once upon a time, Rick Sullivan had a promising future. One of Jewell Cove's star athletes and reigning heartthrobs, he joined the Marines and had the world in the palm of his hand…until it all came crashing down.? His honorable discharge doesn't make him the hometown hero everyone wants him to be, and there's little reprieve from the demons that haunt him at night. Still, even though it seems that ...

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Overview

Sometimes the journey home is its own reward.
Once upon a time, Rick Sullivan had a promising future. One of Jewell Cove's star athletes and reigning heartthrobs, he joined the Marines and had the world in the palm of his hand…until it all came crashing down.? His honorable discharge doesn't make him the hometown hero everyone wants him to be, and there's little reprieve from the demons that haunt him at night. Still, even though it seems that all hope is gone, fate has something else in store…in Donna Alward's Treasure on Lilac Lane
"Donna Alward writes warm, memorable characters who spring to life on the page. Brimming with old family history, small-town secrets and newfound passion, you'll want to pack up and move to Jewell Cove, Maine!" --Lily Everett
Just hearing Rick's name is enough to give Jess Collins a headache. Years ago, they'd been close. Now she barely knows the man Rick has become since his return from service…then again, Jess isn't that same young, naïve girl anymore either.?And while there's a powerful attraction between them--one that yields a greater passion than Jess could have ever imagined--both are wary about opening their hearts to love…and loss.?But happy endings don't come easily when long-buried secrets insist on rising to the surface. Will their pasts tear them apart--or can love find a way to heal them both?

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Editorial Reviews

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Praise for the first novel in the Jewell Cove series

 The House on Blackberry Hill
"A wonderful, witty and memorable book! Donna Alward’s The House on Blackberry Hill is a heartwarming, delightful debut to an engaging new series. Readers will love discovering the richly layered stories and enticing secrets residing in Jewell Cove."—New York Times bestselling author Shirley Jump

"A wonderful story with plenty of sizzle and the perfect hint of mystery. Donna Alward writes with emotion and heart."—RaeAnne Thayne, New York Times bestselling author of Willowleaf Lane"Donna Alward writes warm, memorable characters who spring to life on the page. Brimming with old family history, small-town secrets and newfound passion, you’ll want to pack up and move to Jewell Cove, Maine!" —Lily Everett

"A promising, creative and deeply emotional homecoming journey that will captivate readers." —RT Bookreviews

"Old family secrets, a bitter tragedy, and a restless spirit add mystery and an eerie touch to this
compelling story that is steeped in smalltown New England flavor so rich you can taste it and beautifully launches the author's new series." — Library Journal
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Praise for the first novel in the Jewell Cove series

 The House on Blackberry Hill

"A wonderful, witty and memorable book! Donna Alward’s The House on Blackberry Hill is a heartwarming, delightful debut to an engaging new series. Readers will love discovering the richly layered stories and enticing secrets residing in Jewell Cove."—New York Times bestselling author Shirley Jump

"A wonderful story with plenty of sizzle and the perfect hint of mystery. Donna Alward writes with emotion and heart."—RaeAnne Thayne, New York Times bestselling author of Willowleaf Lane

"Donna Alward writes warm, memorable characters who spring to life on the page. Brimming with old family history, small-town secrets and newfound passion, you’ll want to pack up and move to Jewell Cove, Maine!" —Lily Everett

"A promising, creative and deeply emotional homecoming journey that will captivate readers." —RT Bookreviews

"Old family secrets, a bitter tragedy, and a restless spirit add mystery and an eerie touch to this

compelling story that is steeped in smalltown New England flavor so rich you can taste it and beautifully launches the author's new series." — Library Journal

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781466843653
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 10/28/2014
  • Series: A Jewell Cove Novel, #2
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 32,832
  • File size: 658 KB

Meet the Author

A busy wife and mother of three (two daughters plus the family dog), Donna Alward believes hers is the best job in the world: a combination of stay-at-home mom and romance novelist. Donna loves being back on the East Coast of Canada after nearly twelve years in Alberta where her romance career began, writing about cowboys and the west.


A busy wife and mother of three (two daughters plus the family dog),?Donna Alward?believes hers is the best job in the world: a combination of stay-at-home mom and romance novelist.?Donna loves being back on the East Coast of Canada after nearly twelve years in Alberta where her romance career began, writing about cowboys and the west.
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Treasure on Lilac Lane

A Jewell Cove Novel


By Donna Alward

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2014 Donna Alward
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-4365-3


CHAPTER 1

Jess Collins hated funerals.

She avoided attending when she could, though in a close-knit town the size of Jewell Cove, that wasn’t easy. When she found herself in these types of situations, she often offered condolences and got away as fast as she could.

Funerals brought back too many painful memories. Too many reminders of a time when life started to unravel. As a teenager, losing her father had been the worst thing she’d ever experienced. How she’d handled her grief, however, had led to something far more traumatic. Something she could never forget no matter how hard she tried.

The crisp breeze blew a strand of her hair into her lip gloss, and she tucked it back behind her ear. Today was about more than neighborly politeness. Rick Sullivan was a close friend of the family, and as much as she was annoyed with him, she owed it to him—and to his mother—to stay for Roberta’s funeral and interment at the Jewell Cove Cemetery.

Maybe Rick had gone off the rails lately. Maybe she didn’t approve of his choices. But once upon a time they’d been close. He’d been at her house more often than at his own, it seemed, hanging with her big brother, Josh, and her cousins Bryce and Tom. Rick had been one of the family. And one moonlit night on the beach he’d very nearly been more.

Rick had also served in the Marines, and bore the scars to prove that service to his country was no cakewalk. She couldn’t help but notice his prosthetic hand beneath the cuff of his dark gray suit, both the appendage and the clothing looking out of place on a rough-around-the-edges man like Rick …

And so here she was, standing with her sister and brother and cousins, part of a united show of support, while the autumn wind buffeted her navy skirt and the scent of funeral flowers mingled with the unique, musty aroma of fallen leaves and late September sunshine.

Roberta Sullivan’s fight with cancer had been very different from the accident that had claimed Jess’s dad, Frank, who’d been lost at sea when his fishing boat capsized in a storm. Jess’s family hadn’t had any time to prepare, just numbing shock and then the terrible weight of dealing with a funeral without a body. Suddenly Jess’s whole world had been turned upside down. She’d lost much more than a parent, she’d lost her greatest confidant and best friend.

Pushing away her own memories of grief, Jess looked at Rick, noticing the haggard lines around his eyes, the strained tightness of his cheeks, and knew what he was going through. Yes, he was a grown man and not a child as she’d been when she’d lost her father. And maybe Roberta had had a little time to say good-bye. But losing a parent was losing a parent. It was painful no matter the circumstances, and the cancer had been aggressive. It had only been a few months between her diagnosis and her death. Jess still had the blessing of her family around her. Rick had no one now.

Her heart ached at the thought. Still, knowing Rick, he’d handle his grief by heading to The Rusty Fern right after the burial, in a pathetic attempt to forget his troubles by drowning them with whatever his favorite drink happened to be. She didn’t imagine he was too choosy.

With a sigh Jess turned her attention back to the gravesite in front of her. No matter how much she sympathized with Rick, his drinking was something she didn’t want anything to do with. And so she stared at the casket, feeling a heavy grief for things that couldn’t be changed, and sad that the laughing boy she’d once known no longer existed.

And neither did the carefree girl.

*   *   *

She came.

Rick stole a glance at Jess Collins and tried to ignore the pain that squeezed his heart and made it hard to breathe, the constant feeling like the very last thing holding him together had just been snatched away, leaving him defenseless and alone. His mom had been the only reason he’d come back home to Maine at all, and now she was gone. He was alone. Completely and utterly.

But Jess was here, her black curls tumbling over her shoulders, her sharp gaze softened now with compassion, her plump lips unsmiling. His best friend’s sister, and even though her deep blue eyes were currently filled with pity, he knew that under normal circumstances, she would be spitting nails just being in the same room with him. Jess didn’t even try to hide her disapproval or disdain these days.

Half of Jewell Cove had been at the service, but now only a handful surrounded the gravesite, dark skirts and somber ties ruffling in the stiff autumn breeze. Other than himself and the minister, he considered the assembled group the closest thing he had to family: Meggie Collins; Pete and Barb Arseneault, and their collective children; Bryce and Mary; Tom and Abby; Josh; Sarah and her husband, Mark;… and Jess.

Despite Jess’s apparent opinion of him, he wasn’t surprised to see her here. Jess had loved his mother, too, and the Collinses were like his second family. What he hadn’t expected was for her to look at him with such compassion. Even if she did stay as far away from him as she could. Jess was good at that. Almost as if she didn’t want any of him to rub off on her.

He wished he didn’t care one way or the other.

The taste of regret was bitter in his mouth. So much regret. He knew he’d disappointed Jess. Disappointed so many people …

He swallowed past the lump in his throat and tried to focus on the spray of roses and calla lilies blanketing the top of the casket. He knew the one he’d disappointed most was his mom. The one person who’d never given up on him since he came back from Afghanistan, less of a man than when he left. She’d never given up faith or hope that things would get better. His mom, the optimist. Even when she’d been fighting for her life, she never gave up on him.

She’d been braver than he ever hoped to be.

Rick choked back the grief inside of him. He couldn’t imagine life without his mom’s warm smile and constant support. Hell, he’d give anything just to have her nag him about his bachelor lifestyle one more time. But instead he was standing here in the chilly wind, willing himself to hold on.

Even standing with the Collinses and the Arseneaults he felt alone. Rick had known he was adopted since he was seven years old, though he’d never shared that knowledge with a single soul. At the time he’d had questions, but soon after that his father had left them and all Rick and Roberta had was each other. Over the years she’d always let him know that if he wanted to find his biological family, she’d help him. She’d especially pushed it when she’d received her diagnosis, insisting that he shouldn’t be alone, but he’d merely kissed her cheek and repeated the same thing he’d told her his whole life. That she was his one and only mother. He’d never meant anything more in his life.

The casket was lowered into the ground, the sound jarring against the peaceful backdrop of leaves rustling and birds chirping from the nearby rosebushes, which had long ago lost their blooms and now held clusters of reddish-pink rose hips. God, he could use a drink. Just a shot or two of rye to steady him out. Shit. His hand started shaking just thinking about it. The sharp fire of it on his tongue, the soft, smooth glide of it down his throat, the warmth of it spreading through his belly.

Tears stung his eyes and he blinked them away. His mom had made him promise one last thing before she died, and though he wished she’d asked anything else of him, he wouldn’t let her down. Not this time. It had been days since his last drink. All through the time she’d been in the hospice, and for the last few days as arrangements had been made. Josh and Tom had taken turns checking on him as if they didn’t trust him. They knew what Rick knew: promising his mother that he’d stay off the bottle was an impossible promise to keep. But damn if he wouldn’t do the impossible for her this one last time.

“Richard?”

The mellifluous voice of the minister reached Rick and he lifted his head, confused. Reverend Price was holding out a spade; it was time for the ceremonial shovelful of dirt on the casket.

He could really use that drink.

He took a step forward, then another, took the spade in his right hand as he approached the hole in the earth. Teeth clenched, he anchored his prosthetic hand on the top of the shovel handle.

Goddammit to hell.

Scooped up a bit of dirt and dropped it, the sound a hollow rattle on the top of the box, meaning nothing.

Goodbye, Mom …

He handed the shovel back to Reverend Price, but he couldn’t go back to his spot. Couldn’t wait for the ceremony to end, couldn’t bear to shake everyone’s hand or see their long faces or hear the sympathetic words. He turned around and kept walking, through the maze of headstones, over the soft grass to the dirt lane that wound through the small cemetery on the hill. And he didn’t stop until he reached his beat-up old truck.

He couldn’t think right now. Couldn’t imagine anything beyond the excruciating pain of knowing that he was finally, absolutely alone.

He was stuck with no one but the man in the mirror. And that man was not someone Rick cared to spend much time with.

Copyright © 2014 by Donna Alward

Excerpt from Summer on Lovers’ Island copyright © 2014 by Donna Alward


(Continues...)

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  • Posted October 28, 2014

    When I started reading this book I wasn't too sure I was going t

    When I started reading this book I wasn't too sure I was going to like the heroine. She is almost mean but a chapter or two into the story you find out the reason why she isn't tolerant of our hero's problem. A painful part of her past that she feels has disappointed herself and only one person in her family knows about. As it all comes together this is another wonderful and emotional read that is a wonderful addition to your library.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 28, 2014

    I thought this was a fantastic story. From the start I didn't th

    I thought this was a fantastic story. From the start I didn't think there was any way this could be a love story but the author masterfully brought the characters around making the whole thing feel so real. He's a wounded veteran who loses himself by drinking. She has no patience for his drinking and is down right nasty about it. We discover she has secrets of her own. A beautiful story of acknowledging your own flaws and working like hell to overcome them for love. Very emotional read and one I recommend for everyone.

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  • Posted January 10, 2015

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    I love reading about small towns and the ¿watch out for each oth

    I love reading about small towns and the “watch out for each other” mentality.  Jewell Cove is a fine example of this.  Jess Collins owns a small gift shop and teaches crafts in her workshop.  Rick Sullivan is back home after a harrowing experience at his last overseas assignment.




    Jess and Rick must be a couple at a friend’s wedding.  This is the last thing either of them wants but because of their friendship to the bridge and groom, they put up a brave front and do it.




    Both have demons from their past.  Jess has an ex-boyfriend and remembers their less than amicable parting.  Rick remembers his last tour and how it ended.  They both grew up together in Jewell Cove and with their friends trying to help them along, they become a couple.




    Will buried secrets cement their relationship or tear them apart forever?  They must learn to lean on each other to overcome their pasts.  This is a romantic story about a small town, long ago loves and a place where everyone pulls together for their own.

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