Book Spotlight (and a Giveaway!): Sea Glass Cottage by Irene Hannon

Posted April 6, 2022 by meezcarrie in Christian, contemporary, giveaway, Irene Hannon, romance / 27 Comments


I’m delighted today to give you a peek inside Sea Glass Cottage by Irene Hannon – and a chance for two of you to win a copy of your own! If you haven’t started the Hope Harbor series yet, you are really missing out!!

SEA GLASS COTTAGE by Irene Hannon
SERIES:
Hope Harbor #8
GENRE: Inspirational Contemporary Romance
PUBLISHER: Revell
RELEASE DATE: April 5, 2022
PAGES: 342

Christi Reece is desperate. The one-time golden girl’s life has tarnished, and a cascade of setbacks has left her reeling. She needs help, and she’s certain Jack Colby is in a position to provide it.

When she shows up in Hope Harbor, however, Jack wants nothing to do with the woman who betrayed him. He’s built a new life on the Oregon coast–and there’s no room in it for Christi, even after she takes refuge in a charming but mysterious cottage nearby. Yet it soon becomes apparent his opinion of her may need revising . . . especially when he ends up needing her help.

Can these two hurting souls make peace with their past and open their hearts to a new beginning?

Come home to Hope Harbor–where hearts heal . . . and love blooms.

Bestselling and award-winning author Irene Hannon delivers another heartwarming and romantic story set in the enchanting seaside community of Hope Harbor that is loved by readers the world over. Once you visit, you’ll never want to leave.

 

Asking for help from a man who hated you was hard.

Really hard.

But she was out of options.

Jack Colby was her last resort.

Despite the cool Oregon breeze tripping along Dockside Drive, a bead of sweat trickled down Christi Reece’s temple as Jack completed his purchase at the stand on the wharf. Prying one white-knuckled hand off the steering wheel, she inhaled a lungful of the briny Hope Harbor air and swiped away the external evidence of her nervousness. Thankfully she alone was privy to the pretzel twist in her stomach and the erratic lurch of her heart.

A savory aroma wafted toward her from the white truck that had been Jack’s destination on this sunny end-of-April afternoon, setting off a rumble in her stomach. But eating was low priority—even if her last meal hours ago had consisted of a stale bagel and gas station coffee.

The man she’d driven thirty-plus hours to see lingered to exchange a few words with the cook, who adjusted the baseball cap over his long gray ponytail as the two shared a laugh.

Still smiling, Jack lifted a hand in farewell, picked up the brown bag containing his order, and strolled her direction.

Unless time had softened his heart, however, he wouldn’t be smiling for long.

Pulse pounding, Christi fumbled with the handle on the older-model Nissan that had carried her more than two thousand miles. Pushed the door open. Swung her shaky legs to the pavement, praying they wouldn’t fold.

Jack gave her a casual glance as she slid from behind the wheel and stood. The kind you bestowed on a stranger who happened to catch your momentary attention.

No hint of recognition flickered in his eyes.

A twinge of disappointment nipped at her—but that was foolish. Eleven years had passed. Her once-long hair had been cropped to shoulder length, and she didn’t lighten the dark blond hue anymore. Oversized sunglasses hid most of her face. And life had taken a toll. The frothy twenty-year-old college student he’d known—and loved—was long gone.

Jack’s pace slowed, as if he’d realized there was more to this encounter than chance.

Her cue to move forward.

Squeezing her fingers into tight fists, she approached him. Unlike her, he’d benefited from the passage of time. The handsome twenty-three-year-old who’d brightened that carefree summer had filled out. Matured. Acquired an intriguing aura of worldliness that enhanced the considerable appeal she’d once found difficult to resist.

Christi stopped a few feet away and tried to fill her uncooperative lungs. “Hello, Jack.” The greeting came out a bit husky, thanks to the tail end of the cold she’d been fighting for the past week.

His smile evaporated, and a pair of crevices creased his brow. “I’m sorry. Have we met?”

Still no glimmer of recognition.

“It’s been a while.” She drew a shaky breath and removed her sunglasses. “Christi Reece.”

~*~*~*~*~

As the name of the woman who’d once stolen his heart—then trampled on it—reverberated in the quiet, peaceful air of the town he now called home, Jack’s lungs locked.

Christi Reece, here?

Impossible.

Yet as he scrutinized her, reality smacked him in the face. Her hair was shorter and not as blond, and a decade of living had snuffed some of the youthful glow from her complexion, added a smudge of shadow beneath her lush lower lashes. But the brilliant cornflower blue of her eyes remained undimmed, and those full lips that had caressed his with eager abandon looked as soft as ever despite a slight droop at the corners.

It was her, even if her voice was deeper than he remembered.

His stomach bottomed out, and he swallowed past the sudden bitter taste in his mouth.

Why, after all these years, had she invaded his turf? Tainted the new life he’d created far from his Midwest roots? Resurrected the memories he’d banished of the day his world had crumbled?

He gritted his teeth, his appetite vanishing despite the savory aroma of Charley’s tacos wafting up from the bag clenched in his fingers.

“What are you doing here?” If the question came out harsher and more resentful than he intended, so be it. The sentiment was spot-on.

She tucked a lank strand of hair behind one ear. “I came to see you. To t-talk to you.”

He frowned at the subtle stammer. Christi Reece, nervous?

Major disconnect.

With her wealth and privileged upbringing, she’d always possessed an overabundance of confidence and composure. What was going on?

But curiosity wasn’t sufficient motive to extend this conversation or probe for particulars.

“I have nothing to say to you.” He pulled out his shades, slid them on, and prepared to make a fast exit.

As if sensing his intent, she took a step closer, palms extended in a placating gesture. “Look, I know I hurt you. I know what I did was wrong. Worse than wrong. It was unconscionable. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t regretted my behavior. If I could fix the damage, I would.”

He steeled himself against the trace of tears in her voice. “What happened between us is ancient history. If you came here for closure, consider it done.” He turned on his heel and walked away.

“Wait! Please!”

Please?

He faltered midstride.

That word hadn’t been in her vocabulary eleven years ago. Christi Reece had known how to cajole and sweet-talk her way into getting whatever she wanted, but she’d never resorted to pleading.

Keep walking, Colby. You know she’s a master manipulator. Don’t be fooled again.

He resumed his retreat.

“Please, Jack. I need help, and I-I don’t have anywhere else to t-turn.”

He hesitated again—and bit back a term that would have shocked his mother.

How could this woman who’d used him and hurt him still have the power to get under his skin?

But he’d always been a sucker for people in trouble—especially desperate ones.

And Christi sounded desperate.

Irene Hannon, Sea Glass Cottage
Revell Books, a division of Baker Publishing Group, © 2022. Used by permission.

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Irene Hannon is the bestselling author of more than sixty novels, including the long-running Hope Harbor series, as well as Labyrinth of Lies, Point of Danger and the Code of Honor, Private Justice, and Men of Valor suspense series, among others. Her books have been honored with three coveted RITA Awards from Romance Writers of America, and she is a member of that organization’s elite Hall of Fame. Her many other awards include National Readers’ Choice, Daphne du Maurier, Retailers’ Choice, Booksellers’ Best, Carol, and Reviewers’ Choice from RT Book Reviews magazine, which also honored her with a Career Achievement Award for her entire body of work. In addition, she is a two-time Christy Award finalist. Learn more at www.irenehannon.com.


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27 responses to “Book Spotlight (and a Giveaway!): Sea Glass Cottage by Irene Hannon

  1. Kay Garrett

    Enjoyed reading the excerpt from “Sea Glass Cottage” by Irene Hannon. Lovely cover! This book is on my TBR list and I would love the opportunity to read and review.

  2. Patty

    I’m definitely interested in why Christi thinks Jack is the only one who can help her, and what her situation is!

  3. Suzanne Sellner

    The story line sounds intriguing. I’d love to read this Irene Hannon book, revisit Hope Harbor and Charley’s taco stand, and see what happens between Jack and Christi!

  4. Linda May

    I love stories that take place on the beach it sounds amazing. Thanks for your great generosity.

  5. Amy M.

    I’ve enjoyed the Hope Harbor series since book #1 and look forward to visiting this quaint little town.

  6. Perrianne Askew

    I’ve always enjoyed anything Irene Hannon writes, so that is a definite plus. Her novels are well crafted with just the right amount of mystery/intrigue and romance. Her novels never disappoint!

  7. Megan D Hamsher

    Stubborn guy hurt from past relationship.
    Gal trying to figure out how to change her mind.
    Sounds like a combination of lovers-to-enemies-to lovers and second chance at love!

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