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Amy came to Rosemary Cottage to grieve, to heal, maybe even find love. But there’s a deadly undertow of secrets around Hope Island . . .
The charming Rosemary Cottage on the beach offers Amy Lange respite she needs to mourn her brother, Ben. She’s even thinking of moving her midwife practice to the Outer Banks community. It’s always been a refuge for her and her family. She also wants to investigate Ben’s disappearance at sea. Everyone blames a surfing accident, but Amy has reason to wonder.
Coast Guard officer Curtis Ireland has lost a sibling too. His sister, Gina, was run down by a boat, leaving him to raise her infant daughter. If anyone knew who little Raine’s father was, Curtis could lose his beloved niece. Yet he can’t help being drawn to Hope Beach’s new midwife, Amy. He even agrees to help her investigate what happened to both Ben and Gina.
Can two grieving people with secrets find healing on beautiful Hope Island? Or will their quest for truth set them at odds with each other…and with those who will go to any length to keep hidden things hidden?
"Coble provides plenty of excitement for readers who enjoy her unique combination of cozy setting and action-packed mystery." —Publishers Weekly
About the Author
Colleen Coble is a USA TODAY bestselling author and RITA finalist best known for her coastal romantic suspense novels, including The Inn at Ocean’s Edge, Twilight at Blueberry Barrens, and the Lavender Tides, Sunset Cove, Hope Beach, and Rock Harbor series. Connect with Colleen online at colleencoble.com; Instagram: colleencoble; Facebook: colleencoblebooks; Twitter: @colleencoble.
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A Hope Beach Novel
By Colleen Coble
Thomas NelsonCopyright © 2013 Colleen Coble
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The distant sound of the sea blended with the hum of bees seeking the spring flowers. The clumps of blue-green vegetation gave off a spicy fragrance Amy lang recognized as rosemary. Rosemary for remembrance. She stood on the stone walk beside her friend Libby and stared at the house with memories washing over her.
The old Hope beach cottage in north Carolina's outer banks was just as beautiful as she remembered but sad somehow. As if the cottage knew Ben was gone and mourned with her. The two-story's soft gray siding blended with the slate roof, but the red door and shutters added a punch of welcoming color. The flower boxes at the windows held the dry remains of last year's annuals. The detached garage, in a carriage-house style, sat behind the house and off to one side.
Libby Bourne rested her hand on the belly that swelled her sundress. Her baby was due in two weeks. She wore her long brown hair in a ponytail, and her amber eyes smiled when she stared at the house. "I've always loved Rosemary Cottage. That circular porch is so unique. I did some research and discovered it was built in 1883, but I suppose you know that."
Libby was an architectural historian, and she knew more about old buildings than most architects. The two had become acquainted last summer when Amy and Ben met for their annual vacation at the cottage. Both in their early thirties, the women became instant friends when Amy saw Libby trying to learn to surf and had shown her a few tips.
Libby shifted her purse to the other shoulder. "Earth to Amy. Where did you go?"
"Sorry, I was woolgathering." Amy recovered her composure. "Our ancestor, Oscar Lang, was a sea captain." The gray metal roof was new.
"It has so much character and detail," Libby said, pointing. "Look at the scrollwork under the eaves and the fretwork on the porch. No house has as much charm as a Victorian."
Rosemary Cottage had been passed down through the Lang family for generations, usually jointly owned by siblings. Now it was Amy's alone since her brother's death four months ago. She didn't know if she could open that door and step into the echoing silence of the house where she and Ben had spent so many happy summers. Her eyes stung, but she tipped her chin up.
Libby touched Amy's arm. "Is this all too upsetting? You can come back to Tidewater Inn if you'd rather ease into this whole thing."
Amy shook her head. She didn't want Libby, of all people, to see any weakness in her. "No, I'm going in. I'm just checking out what needs to be done. I really appreciate you coming with me."
Libby frowned at the yard. "It's a little overgrown. I should have gotten a gardener over here."
"Overgrown is an understatement." Amy forced levity into her voice. "The plants all need to be cut back, but I like doing it myself."
Roses rambled up the wall that surrounded the home, and wildflowers covered most of the front yard. Flyspecks marred the windows, and the clapboard siding needed to be spray washed, but the house called to her. If she opened the door, would she hear Ben's laughter, smell his cologne?
Amy pulled the key from her purse and marched up the three steps to the expansive porch. She stepped to the red door, then quickly inserted the key and twisted it. The door resisted her effort for a moment as if giving her time to change her mind. But she was determined to get past this, to get to the truth.
The stale scent of disuse rushed past her on its way to escape into the sea air. Inside the house, the sound of the waves faded and became a pleasant murmur. She shut the door behind them and glanced around. A layer of dust covered the hardwood floors in the entry. The pale yellow walls gave a sense of welcome. This was home. Just as much as it had ever been.
Libby followed her as she wandered through the living room, its furniture draped in sheets. "I wish I'd had a key. I would have made sure it was cleaned and ready. You should stay with me until we can get it spiffed up."
"It's only ten. I have all day to get it ready."
A photo arrested Amy's attention, and she picked it up. It was of her and Ben last summer. Surfboards in hand, they were coming up from a dip in the sea. Both looked immensely pleased with themselves. Amy put the photo back down. She had many more pictures of her brother that she'd brought with her, from babyhood to the last week of his life.
Amy moved toward the door. "Let's get the cleaning supplies."
Libby shook her head. "let's hire it done."
"I want to do it myself. It will be part of the remembering." Libby's expression was troubled. "Amy, don't get me wrong. I love having you here, but you said something on the phone about needing to know the truth. The truth about what?"
Amy held Libby's stare. "I need to find out what happened to Ben."
"I—I don't understand." Libby touched her arm. "He died surfing. The Coast Guard said the rip current dragged him out to sea."
"I don't believe it. Ben knew these waters, knew how to deal with currents. There has to be more." She turned away from the pity in Libby's face. Libby would understand when Amy let her read the e-mail that had come last week, but she wasn't ready to talk about it yet. Something had happened here four months ago, just offshore in those clear blue waters. And she intended to find out what it was. No matter what it took.
Amy moved toward the kitchen. "Let's get the bucket and cleaning supplies."
Libby gasped and pressed her belly. "Oh no."
Amy tensed. "The baby? Are you having contractions?"
"I think that's what it was." Libby's eyes widened, and she stared at the floor where a pool of water began to spread.
"I think your water just broke, lib." Amy took her arm and led her to the sofa. She whisked the sheet off of it and sat Libby down on the leather. "let me get my bag from the car."
Libby's amber eyes were panicked. "It's too soon!"
"Only a couple of weeks, and your baby will be fine. Relax, breathe. I'll be right back." Amy dashed out to the car and grabbed the suitcase that held her midwife instruments. Back inside, she unzipped the case and found her Pinard stethoscope, a trumpet-shaped device.
She hurried back to the living room and knelt beside Libby. "Doing okay?"
"I—I think so. Should I call Alec?"
"Hang on a minute. The baby is going to arrive today, but I want to see if we can safely transport you to the hospital or if I need to ready a bed here."
"Alec is going to freak! He wanted me to go to the mainland and stay until the baby was born, and I told him I was sure we had another week at least. I'd read that first babies are usually late."
Amy nodded. "It's common, but babies are unpredictable." She lifted Libby's top and pressed the stethoscope to her belly, then listened. The reassuring thump, thump made her smile. "The baby's heartbeat is strong." The skin of Libby's belly contracted, and Libby inhaled sharply. Amy patted her. "That was a strong one."
Libby bit her lip. "What should we do?"
"Without checking your cervix, I don't know how much time we have." She watched Libby's face contort again. "It's only been a minute. That was another contraction."
"I didn't want to say anything, but I've been feeling pressure in my back since about two this morning. Could it be labor?"
Amy didn't answer. She cupped Libby's stomach and waited for the next contraction. It showed up right on time about a minute after the last one. A small moan escaped Libby's lips.
Amy reached for her cell phone. "I think we'd better get Alec here."
* * *
It was Curtis Ireland's first day off in weeks, but he laid his Coast Guard pager on the beach towel beside his one-year-old niece, Raine. He prayed it wouldn't summon him to his duties. With any kind of luck, no boats would be in distress and no swimmers would need to be rescued. They would have a perfect day to themselves.
Raine had transferred enough sand to the towel to bury herself. He picked her up and tucked her under one arm, then snagged the towel with the other and shook it out.
She wiggled. "Down!"
"You're bossy." He deposited her by her bucket and shovel. "Do you want to get in the water?" The Atlantic waves were gentle swells. His aunt was out surfing those swells with his friend and coworker Sara Kavanagh. He itched to plunge into the refreshing water himself.
"Ga," Raine said.
He took that for agreement, so he shook the blanket more thoroughly, then spread it out. She lifted her arms, and he picked her up and carried her to the blue ocean. They wouldn't be able to go out too far, but a dip would feel great. He waded into the sea foam with Raine in his arms. She shrieked with delight and batted at the water. She'd been born a sea nymph and had never shown any fear of the ocean.
Edith waved at them, then let the surf carry her toward the shore. His mother's sister was a widow and had been quick to offer to move in with him to help care for Raine when Gina died four and a half months ago. Curtis didn't know what he would have done without her. Edith was fifty with merry hazel eyes and a constant smile. All children loved her on sight.
Raine saw her and squealed. She kicked her feet and reached for Edith. "Ede."
Her hair plastered down and her face pink from the cold water, Edith smiled as she came up out of the water. She scooped Raine out of his arms. "There's my little pint-sized general. I missed you." She gestured toward the water. "Go have some fun, Curtis. I'll watch her. There are some pretty girls on the beach."
Curtis grinned. His aunt was always trying to get him married. She thought Raine needed a mother, but he'd never met a woman who intrigued him enough to pursue. He wasn't into casual relationships either. He was an all-or-nothing sort of guy. "You're the prettiest girl here, Ede. I'd rather spend time with you."
She patted his arm with her free hand. "Save your flattery for one of those pretty girls on the pier."
Sara reached them too. She was about twenty-eight with honey-colored hair and eyes as gray as the sea in November. She was the medic with Curtis's helicopter team. They'd always been friends but nothing more. Sara only had eyes for Josh Holman, the team commander, though the idiot never seemed ready to make his move.
Sara shaded her eyes from the glaring sun and smiled. "I didn't think you'd be able to stay out of the water for long." She glanced at Edith. "Did you tell him?"
Edith shook her head. "not yet."
"Tell me what?" Curtis didn't like the serious expressions on both women's faces.
"Amy Lang is living at Rosemary Cottage."
His stomach clenched. "So?"
"So she should know. Raine deserves some of that estate."
He set his jaw and looked away from Edith's pleading gaze. "Raine wants for nothing. I'll take care of her."
"What about Amy? Doesn't she deserve to know she has a niece? And her parents would love to know they have a grand-daughter. you should have contacted them when Gina died. It's not right."
It was a familiar argument, one he'd won only because it would take so much effort to find the phone number he needed. Edith had pushed him but hadn't insisted. Her entreaties were going to get fiercer with Amy on the island.
His aunt's eyes narrowed, and she pointed her finger at him. "I know that expression. You're mustering all the reasons why you should stay silent, but think, Curtis. What if the shoe were on the other foot and you didn't know Raine existed? Wouldn't you want to know?"
He couldn't deny it. Ben might be scum, but his family was one of the wealthiest on the eastern Seaboard. They had a mansion in Newport, an expansive "cottage" on Cape Cod, and a family jet. Rosemary Cottage, cute as it was, was nothing to them. They could provide more for Raine than he could, but what if they tried to take her away from him? Curtis would never survive losing her. Her smile was the first thing he looked for every morning, and reading her a bedtime story was the nighttime ritual he most enjoyed.
"Curtis?" his aunt persisted.
"I'll think about it. That's all I can promise you." like he would think of anything else.
He remembered Amy so well. The first time he'd seen her she'd been coming up out of the water with Ben. Curtis had come to the beach that day to confront Ben and tell him to leave his sister alone. Instead, Amy had asked him to take a picture of the two of them. She looked like a mermaid with her dark hair streaming down her back to her waist. Her eyes were an unusual color—part green and part golden—and they were full of love and laughter as she looked toward the camera.
It was because of her that he hadn't had the nerve to confront Ben. He didn't want to be the one to cause that expression of sisterly adoration to vanish. So he'd taken the picture, then gotten in his Jeep without a word.
A year later, when Gina was dead, he often thought about that moment and whether his sister would still be alive if he'd put an end to it then and there.
When she got off the ferry at Hope beach, Hope Island's only town, Heather felt as though she'd stepped into another land. The sooner she accomplished her mission and got out of here, the better.
The sun beat down on her head as she walked along the pier to the quaint little town. Heather's first order of business was to find a job so she could fit in. A measly $532 nestled in the large Juicy Couture handbag slung over her shoulder, and it wouldn't last long—a few days at most. Grant could have been a little more generous, but he was a stickler for the little details being right in order to blend in.
Heather held up her head and ignored the friendly stares of the people she passed. There were several restaurants in town. Oyster Café was the first place she saw. Leaving her luggage on the porch, she tucked her long blond hair behind her ears, then pinned on a smile and approached the door.
The building was old outside with wooden siding that had been battered by the wind, rain, and sea. It was all Heather could do to keep her smile in place when she stepped inside. The floor was wooden with the finish worn off. Old tables and mismatched chairs crowded the three small dining rooms. Red-and-white-checkered tablecloths covered the tables, and the owner evidently thought the measly sprigs of flowers in jelly jars made up for the lacking decor.
It would be so humiliating to work here, and she nearly turned around. But no, she had no choice. Grant had tossed her out to sink or swim.
"By yourself today?" the server asked. She was in her forties with faded blond hair and tired brown eyes. She wore jeans and a red T-shirt with a huge oyster emblazoned across the chest.
"I was wondering if you're looking for any help?"
The woman looked her over. "How old are you, honey? Twelve?"
Heather tipped her chin up. "eighteen." The lie was only six months off.
The woman smiled. "Sorry if I offended you. You look young. Can you prove your age?"
"Yes." She pulled out the ID, knowing it would take a person far more trained than someone in this backwater to realize it was fake.
The server stared at it, then back at Heather. "You ever worked before? That purse probably cost more than I make in a week." Her gaze swept over Heather's legs. "And you're wearing Joe's jeans. Though I don't recognize shoe brands, I can tell they were as expensive as your purse."
Heather tipped up her chin and stared her down. "You're judging me on my clothes? Would I be applying for this job if I had no experience?"
"You tell me."
She looked away from the woman's penetrating stare, then forced herself to look back and hold the woman's gaze. "I need the job. I'm a hard worker. Let me prove myself."
It took all her strength to humble herself with this woman. But she could do it.
Her smile seemed to sway the woman. "All right. There's an oyster festival going on all month, and I just lost my best server. I'll give you a try. Follow me to my office to fill out your paperwork. you can start tomorrow."
Heather bit back a jubilant giggle. "You're the owner?"
The woman nodded and thrust out a calloused hand. "Imogene Castor. And your name is?"
"Heather Granger." Just in time she changed the last name to match her ID.
Back in the office, she filled out the paperwork. She had to consult the fake Social Security card in her wallet, but she managed to hide the fact that it was the first time she'd ever seen employment paperwork. At least she had a job. She'd be able to melt into the residents and do what Grant wanted.
She tucked her pen away. "How do I get out to Tidewater Inn? I've heard that's a good place to stay. They have long-term rates."
"Oh, honey, if you don't have a reservation, forget it. Everything is booked for the festival. I guess you could ask though. The owner is a softie, and she might let you bed down on the sofa until a room opens up."
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This is my first Colleen Coble novel. I got a chance to meet Colleen earlier this year during the Secretly Smitten party. Thank you to Lit Fuse Publicity and Colleen for sharing this great novel. Synopsis: Amy is moving to Hope Beach to mourn her brother’s death. Her family has had a house there for generations. While Amy would like to start again she receives a deceptive e-mail insinuating that there is more to Ben’s death. No one believes her at first, but there has also been another strange death of a woman on the island who left her infant daughter to the care of her brother Curtis Ireland. Were there deaths the result of foul play or something more? Curtis one of the coastguard is connected decides to help Amy with her investigation. Is there more to the partnership? My Thoughts: I very much enjoyed it. I loved how Ms. Coble kept you guessing as to what would happen next. Of course for the summertime a setting along the Outer Banks works well for Beach read season. The characters are also memorable and weaves a tapestry of emotion and conflict throughout the novel. Have you ever read a novel that you want to find out more but the author makes you wait? I have a hard time being patient but realize the journey is worth it in the end. I found that there were some slow spots during the novel. Overall an enjoyable read. I look forward to reading more in the Hope Beach series.
This book can be something. I got really into it. I love the fact the Mystery goes though the entire book and you do not figure it out until towards the end. Though you do not until the very end of the book. This book really keep me interested and it made me really want to find out what happen to Ben Lang. I also wanted to find out how Gina had died. It really a good book more mystery then romance. Though you see the friendship that goes though. It also talks about Amy Lang and her struggles as well.
This book was an excellent book. Amy moves to Rosemary Cottage to get away from the city and mourn her brother's death, but she thinks he has been murdered and aims to find out who did it. No one believes her, but Curtis who is one of the Coast Guard personnel there whose sister also died leaving a 1-year old decides to help her. In investigating this it becomes apparent that may be Gina, Curtis's sister was murdered also. You have to keep reading until the end to see what happens. This book is a must read. I have recommended Colleen's books to friends because her books are cannot put down.
I was amazed to discover that I had read the first book in this series and rated it five stars. I began to recall some of the events as I read through this follow-up book, but I just did not find the first book in the series memorable. And after reading last year's review, I discovered that as nice a story as this book is, it falls short of the other's book's success. Don't get me wrong. The second half of this book is action-packed and chock full of mystery and intrigue. There is no profanity and no sex scenes. Christian principles are emphasized, and it is clear that the primary characters are true Christians. The characterizations are well-orchestrated, and I felt somewhat connected with several of them. The mystery writing is pretty exceptional, and although the end is basically assured, the ride is pretty rocky at times. My complaint is twofold. First of all, I would have loved for there to be a stronger Christian message like there was in the first book. I was concerned that the author may have been watering down her message to attract more readers. I appreciate the Christian principles, but I prefer a much more substantial message. My other criticism is that this book follows the same formula that the first book in the series did. While the method works, I don't understand why it takes half of the book to get the story going. In my opinion, Colleen Coble is a better author than this. I still prefer her historical novels, but I would love to see the passion from those novels placed into her contemporary series. If you have not read the first book in the series, not to worry. This book is definitely a stand-alone. I can recommend it for a quick read and a romantic suspense book that is guaranteed clean. I was sent a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review. I was not financially compensated, and all opinions are 100 percent mine.
Have already ordered Tidewater Inn...which is book 1 in the Hope Beach Series. I wish that I had know that Rosemary Cottage was book 2 in the series. I would have preferred to read them in order. I do like Colleen Coble as an author. I will read more books by her.
I am really enjoying this Hope Beach series. Tidewater Inn was a great book, but I absolutely loved reading Rosemary Cottage. There are so many twists and turns. I figured some things out, but must admit that the author really shocked me at the end. This book was interesting all of the way through. The premise of the story is that Amy Lang and Curtis Ireland have both lost siblings in the past year. And both of their deaths were ruled accidental. But Amy thinks there was something suspicious about her brother’s death and heads to their family vacation home on the island to try to figure out what happened. As she and Curtis spend time together, they learn that there may be much more to both of their siblings than they ever knew. Add in Curtis’ sweet little baby niece and some danger and you end up with a very convincing story full of action, suspense and romance. This is a very well-written story with characters that I felt that I could really connect with. I always love reading a book series that folds in characters from the previous books seamlessly and that is what the author has done with Rosemary Cottage. I am looking forward to the next in the series. I received a complimentary copy from the publisher through NetGalley in exchange for my honest review, which I have given.
I've read a few of Colleen Coble's books, and I know they are immensely popular--best-selling even. This one included. She's very good at putting together a mystery and trickling clues throughout until everything comes together in the end, there's just always something missing from them for me. But if it means anything, even after feeling this way about her books, I will still go on to read more of them. Maybe one of these days I'll simply be able to accept her style for what it is--because she is definitely a talented author. I like the characters, I like the situations, and I like the settings. I think it's actually the pace of the story that bothers me. It's very quick, and things happen--and then BOOM, you're on to the next scene. I like a little more introspection from characters, rather than just seeing them go through things and happenings. I want to know more of their devastation and their ecstasy that comes from deep within, from where their hurts and love for each other originate. That's just my preference. When I'm not brought to those levels in a book, I often feel a bit disappointed. Because I KNOW it can be done. And perhaps it's just that I secretly wish every book that fell into my lap was as romantic and tension filled as Julie Lessman, Denise Hunter and Jody Hedlund can write them. :) But that's just me--and why I've begun referring to myself as a book-snob more and more over the years. And after all that, I can insist that this wasn't a bad book at all! If it were, I would have stopped reading it somewhere along the way. Rosemary Cottage kept my attention, and I did like a lot about it. I would recommend it to anyone. I received a free paperback copy of Colleen Coble's Rosemary Cottage from the publisher in return for this honest review.
The beginning was a little mind boggling being introduced to 25 some odd people but they all played into the page turning suspense. Didn't see that ending coming. Good story.
Hope Island. Just the name draws me to want to come and spend time there in quietness. But, all is not as it seems. We were first introduced to the community of Hope Beach in Tidewater Inn, but if you haven't read that one yet, you can always pick it up and read later. Although we do meet the same people, the story is not a continuation. Colleen weaves a sweet romance in with dramatic suspense in her talented writing, and once started, this book is difficult to leave. As in any small town, but perhaps more so in a rather isolated town, everyone knows each other, or thinks they do, and what they do not know, they assume. And often, rumors become what we take as reality because we have heard them so frequently. Aside from being a great novel written in Colleen's unique style, this novel has deeper levels. How well do I really know my family? Amy thought she knew Ben, but did she? Curtis felt the secrets he was keeping was honoring his sister, but do we keep secrets because we are trying to shield ourselves? How far would we go to get something we want? Definitely a novel suspense readers will enjoy. I received this free book from Amy and Chris at Litfuse Publicity Group and Thomas Nelson Publishers in exchange for an honest review. A positive critique was not required. The opinions are my own.
This has a shocking ending. I was up late finishing the book as you just cannot put it down. One of my favorite of her books. I will be reading only her books until i read them all.
Amy Lange has so many wonderful memories of her and her brother, Ben at Rosemary Cottage and their long hours playing on the beach. But this year Ben isn't with her at Rosemary Cottage but his memory is here. Ben lost his life in a surfing accident. Amy was looking for closure in her brother's death. She may even move her midwife practice to Hope Island. Amy can't help but wonder if his death was really caused by an accident. Curtis Ireland has also lost a sibling, his sister, Gina was was killed in a boating accident. She left something very valuable to Curtis's care, Raine, Gina's daughter. Curtis will do anything to protect his niece from intruders. That is until he meets Amy Lange and then his world is turned upside down. But is that a good thing or a bad thing? This is a nail biting, chills running up your spine, suspenseful story. Your brain will be working overtime to find the secrets that will solve THE mystery. Aside from all the suspense is an on and off romance between Amy and Ben, with littIe Raine in the middle. I get really into the books I'm reading and forget sometimes that the characters can't hear me giving them some well needed advice. This author never seems to let me down when I read one of her books and I have read several of them. All winners, in my opinion. I highly recommend not only this book but this series and especially this author. Disclosure: I received a free copy of this book from Thomas Nelson/Litfuse Publicity Group for review. I was in no way compensated for this review. This review is my honest opinion.
Very entertaining. It has kept me wanting more and on tender hooks. Very exciting and a tear jerker to say the least. Nice surprising turns !
I'm a huge fan of Colleen Coble's romantic suspense novels, and Rosemary Cottage did not disappoint! I liked Amy and Curtis right away—even if they didn't like each other! Both of them were struggling to deal with the deaths of their siblings, which added a deeper dimension to both of them. There was so much chemistry between the two of them as well. It seemed that every time they talked, they alternated between intense attraction and heated arguments. Of course, their fierce loyalty to their respective siblings didn't help in the midst of those arguments! My enjoyment of the novel was probably enhanced a little as I read about half of it during a power outage due to a thunderstorm. Nothing makes a suspense novel more suspenseful than reading it in a dark room, by flashlight, with a storm raging outside. Feel free to re-create this scenario when you read Rosemary Cottage! :) If you enjoy suspense novels, you are sure to love Rosemary Cottage! I highly recommend! [4.5 stars] I received a free copy of this book from Thomas Nelson and Litfuse Publicity in exchange for my fair and honest review.
I have the perfect summer read for you: Rosemary Cottage. This book is as relaxing as a beach chair in the surf; the story just rolls right over you like a cool wave. Rosemary Cottage sits on the beach in the Outer Banks off the coast of North Carolina. Amy Lange returns to the cottage to grieve the loss of her brother Ben and find some closure with his death. Amy meets an Outer Banks Coast Guard officer, Curtis Ireland, who is also grieving the loss of a sibling. Amy and Curtis find unexpected correlations between the two deaths and soon discover that the pieces of this puzzle lead to countless unanswered questions. Foul play, double lives and dangerous secrets unfold as Amy and Curtis are drawn together in a relationship that is a bit more than friendship. Characters you'll love, wrestling with moral dilemmas in a risky adventure on a beautiful summer background make this the perfect book to take on your summer vacation. Then leave it at the beach house as a delightful surprise for the person who comes behind you. Disclosure: The product in this review was given free of charge. My opinions are my honest, tried-and-true views and were not influenced by any source. I was not compensated monetarily to advertise this campaign.
Love Colleen Coble!!
What a great mystery. Had me going from the first chapter. This book has it all, strong hero and heroine(s) one an infant! The story had so many twists and turns. Loved it.
I am on my 2nd Hope Beach book. I had never read Colleen Coble before. The books are very nice, well written, and move fairly fast. There is no bad language or sexual innuendo's. However, 1 thing DOES bother me, and this is strictly personal, I find offense to her description of Aunt Pearl. She is heavy, round and short and chairs creak when she sits down. None of the other characters get body descriptions. I found this in both books so far. I just feel it is a bit rude!
Most wonderful author.
Terrible book. Poorly written.