The
Cottage Next Door
The Beach House # 3.5
The Beach House # 3.5
By: Georgia Bockoven
Releasing July 14, 2015
William Morrow
Blurb
What
should have been the best day in Diana Wagnor’s twenty-nine years easily turns
into the worst when her job is downsized, she discovers her fiancé in bed with
her best friend, and watches her cherished grandmother’s house burn to the
ground.
Clearly
it’s time to start over and get out of Topeka, Kansas, where she’s spent her
whole life. But what should she do? And how does she ever trust herself in
another relationship when her one indisputable skill seems to be picking the
wrong man?
Diana
finds her answers at the cottage next door to the beach house with the help of
a tall, sculptured, soft-spoken Californian, and a heart-shaped piece of sea
glass.
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Goodreads
Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25476099-the-cottage-next-door
Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/131843-the-beach-house
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MY THOUGHTS:
Georgia Bockoven has the magical touch when it comes to writing characters that you can truly believe in. Diana Wagnor is leaving Kansas for the beautiful beaches of California. Having found her ex-fiance sleeping with her best friend, losing her job, and watching her Grandmother's house being burnt down, I'd say she deserves a break. Going to California to stay in her cousin's beach house, Diana swears off men, yet she finds herself drawn to Michael. Like I said, these are characters you can truly believe in and root for. The cottage is a sweet, romantic one-setting read.
Author Info
Georgia Bockoven is an award-winning
author who began writing fiction after a successful career as a freelance
journalist and photographer. Her books have sold more than three million copies
worldwide. The mother of two, she resides in northern California with her
husband, John.
Excerpt:
There was no way to know the tiny heart-shaped fragment of
translucent green beach glass that washed up on the shore seventy-five years
ago brought a touch of magic with it. The young woman who found it had gone to
the beach that morning to decide whether her life was worth living alone. She’d
lost the only man she’d ever loved in a nameless battle, on a nameless island,
three days before the war in the Pacific officially ended.
She didn’t feel the magic right away, just a comforting sense of peace that
grew to acceptance, and finally hope. The sea glass resided in the pocket of
whatever pants or jackets she wore while she stayed at the cottage, a talisman
she clasped when her loss threatened to return and overwhelm her. When the
principal at the school where she taught fifth grade called to gently remind
her that there was an upcoming mandatory staff meeting to get ready for the
first day of school, she reluctantly started packing.
Distracted, she didn’t notice when the sea glass slipped from her pocket, nor
did she feel it under her foot when she moved her suitcases out of the bedroom
and into the enclosed back porch. She might have noticed a flash of color
reflected in the sunlight when she made one more quick pass through the
cottage—if only she hadn’t stepped on the tiny heart again, this time tilting
it on edge and forcing it between two six-inch wide pieces of rustic flooring.
She left the cottage through the back porch, stopping to look out the wall of
windows that gave an unimpeded view of the cove. Something had drawn her to
this room for a last good-bye, settling a sense of contentment over her as
gently as one of her grandmother’s silk knit shawls.
The taxi appeared ten minutes early, the driver giving two quick honks to
announce his arrival. She led him to the back porch, standing to the side while
he picked up three of her four suitcases. As she reached for the last bag the
sun cut through the morning fog, and for an instant, out of the corner of her
eye, she saw a burst of blue light. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared.
Had it not been her final day, had she not been in a hurry to get to the bus
depot, had the taxi driver arrived on time rather than early, she would have
investigated.
Instead she forgot all about the strange blue light until she was on the
Greyhound bus to Arizona, and thought to look for the glass heart in her
pocket. It wasn’t there. She checked her other pockets, desperately hoping
she’d absentmindedly put it in one of them. But even as she looked, a voice
whispered in her ear—It’s gone, leave it be.
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