Fall in love with Grayson Lacroux and Parker Collins in SEASIDE LOVERS (Seaside Summers), the newest addition to the LOVE IN BLOOM big family romance collection, featuring a group of fun, sexy, and emotional friends who gather each summer at their Cape Cod cottages. They're funny, flawed, and will have you begging to enter their circle of friends.
IN SEASIDE LOVERS
After months of long-distance communication, actress Parker Collins and artist Grayson Lacroux finally plan to reconnect in the seaside town of Wellfleet, Massachusetts. But Parker never shows, and weeks pass without a word, leaving Grayson to believe he’s misinterpreted their budding relationship.
Parker has been running on autopilot ever since she lost her friend, mentor, and the only family she’s ever known, Bert Stein. Armed with junk food, tequila, and her big, lovable dog, she’s prepared to hole up and mournand determined to mend a fence Bert had never been able to with his estranged and bitter brother. But Parker didn’t count on the sinfully hot artist she’s been fantasizing about for nearly a year walking in on her grief-induced drunken night.
When Grayson stumbles across Parker, he has no idea what to make of the gorgeous blonde who blew him off despite the heat sizzling between them. But that doesn’t stop him from feeling protective of the woman who’s consumed his thoughts for months, and when he learns of Parker’s plans to confront an angry old man, he refuses to leave her side. As Parker’s past unfolds, they’re led on an unexpected journey of discovery. Their connection deepens, and late-night fantasies become passionate realities, until good intentions spark painful secrets, threatening the love they've found.
The Seaside Summers series part of the Love in Bloom family. While Seaside Summers books can be read as stand-alone novels, for even more reading enjoyment you may want to read the entire Love in Bloom series in series order.
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BOOK 2: Sisters in Bloom
BOOK 3: Sisters in White
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BOOK 1: Lovers at Heart (Treat & Max)
BOOK 2: Destined for Love (Rex & Jade)
BOOK 3: Friendship on Fire (Josh & Riley)
BOOK 4: Sea of Love (Dane & Lacy)
BOOK 5: Bursting with Love (Savannah & Jack)
BOOK 6: Hearts at Play (Hugh & Bree)
THE BRADENS (Trusty, CO)
BOOK 1: Taken by Love (Luke)
BOOK 2: Fated for Love (Wes)
BOOK 3: Romancing My Love (Pierce)
BOOK 4: Flirting with Love (Ross)
BOOK 5: Dreaming of Love (Emily)
BOOK 6: Crashing into Love (Jake)
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Promise My Love (Rex & Jade's Wedding Novella)
**Best if read after Weston & Trusty Bradens**
BOOK 1: Game of Love (Dex)
BOOK 2: Stroke of Love (Sage)
BOOK 3: Flames of Love (Siena)
BOOK 4: Slope of Love (Rush)
BOOK 5: Read, Write, Love (Kurt)
BOOK 1: Seaside Dreams (Bella)
BOOK 2: Seaside Hearts (Jenna)
BOOK 3: Seaside Sunsets (Jamie)
BOOK 4: Seaside Secrets (Amy)
BOOK 5: Seaside Nights (Sky)
BOOK 6: Seaside Embrace (Hunter)
BOOK 7: Seaside Lovers (Grayson)
BOOK 8: Seaside Whispers (Matt)
THE BRADENS (Peaceful Harbor, MD)
BOOK 1: Healed by Love (Nate)
BOOK 2: Surrender My Love (Cole)
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BOOK 3: River of Love (Sam)
BOOK 4: Crushing on Love (Shannon)
BOOK 5: Whisper of Love (Tempest)
BOOK 6: Thrill of Love (Ty)
Seaside Dreams (Bella)
Seaside Hearts (Jenna)
Seaside Sunsets (Jamie)
Seaside Secrets (Amy)
Seaside Nights (Sky)
Seaside Embrace (Hunter)
Seaside Lovers (Grayson)
Seaside Whispers (Matt)
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PARKER COLLINS SHOVED a handful of M&M’s in her mouth, eyes glued to Saw III. A burst of light illuminated the pitch-black media room, followed by a scream of terror. Christmas, her four-year-old English mastiff, sacked out beside her on the couch, pushed his big head beneath her legs as darkness shrouded them again. Another shrill scream brought her big chicken of a dog deeper into her leg tunnel.
“Whoever said dogs were a man’s best friend was an idiot. My best friend.” Especially now that Bert’s gone. A few tears slipped down her cheek.
Christmas whimpered, pulled his head from beneath her legs, and licked her from chin to eyes, getting every last one of her tears and coming back for more. He’d been lapping up her tears for two weeks, ever since she’d lost her friend, mentor, and the only family she’d ever known. Bert Stein had suffered a massive heart attack while Parker was in Italy filming her latest movie, and she’d been moving on autopilot ever since: picking up Christmas from his housekeeper in Los Angeles because Bert had been watching him while she was away, attending Bert’s funeral, trying to remember how to breathe, and finally, coming to her house in Wellfleet to mournand, she hoped, to mend a fence Bert was never able to with his estranged brother.
Holing up in the bay-front home she’d built for the Collins Children’s Foundation, where no one would look for her, was the only way she could grieve without negative ramifications. God forbid an A-list actress went out looking like an average woman whose heart had been ripped from her chest. Rag magazines would pay big bucks for pictures of her puffy, tired eyes and I-don’t-give-a-shit tangled hair. She could just imagine the headlines: Parker Collins’s New Drug Addiction, or Unplanned Pregnancy for Parker, or anything else that would sell magazines. Nobody cared that she’d never even smoked a cigarette, that she needed to have sex in order to get pregnant, or that she’d gone so long without, she wondered if her best parts even worked anymore.
She pressed her hands to Christmas’s droopy cheeks, kissed her bewildered boy’s snout, and reached for the bottle of tequila she’d been nursing. She’d never had tequila before tonight, but it was the perfect addition to her chocolate–horror movie grief remedy. After pouring herself another shot, she tossed it back in one gulp, savoring the warmth as it slid down her throat and drowned her sadness.
She set the glass beside her on the couch and shoved her hand into the jumbo bag of peanut M&M’s that had consoled her throughout the eveningbecause a big lazy dog was great for licking tears, but nothing quenched sadness like candy-coated chocolate. And tequila. Definitely tequila. Her fingers scraped the bottom of the bag. Damn it. She tossed the empty bag to the floor. Christmas hung his head over the side of the couch and whimpered.
“Don’t judge me. It can’t be that bad.” She leaned forward to assess the damage, knocking an empty pizza box to the floor, and reached for the coffee table to stop the room from spinning. “Whoa.”
Another scream brought her eyes to the movie, then toward the movement in her peripheral vision, where a shadowy figure blocked the entrance to the media room. It took her alcohol-drenched mind a minute to realize the tall, broad man filling the doorway wasn’t supposed to be in her house. Panic spread through her veins, catapulting her to her feet. Christmas darted to the stranger with a friendly woof.
“Oh God.” She reached for the wall to steady the spinning room, fighting to push through her drunken haze. She’d seen enough movies to know she was going to die in the media room of this lonely house, wearing chocolate-stained sweatpantsor more accurately, ice-cream-, tequila-, pizza-sauce-, and chocolate-stained sweatpantswhile her dog made a new friend of her killer.