Genre: Contemporary / Christian / Romance
Publisher: Revell Date of Publication: April 4, 2017 Number of Pages: 352 Irene Hannon welcomes readers back to the enchanting seaside town of Hope Harbor, Oregon, in her novel Sandpiper Cove, releasing April 2017. Praised by Library Journal as a “master at character development,” Irene Hannon steps away from suspense writing once again to deliver another powerful, multifaceted romance that is sure to have readers coming back for more. Hope Harbor police chief Lexie Graham has plenty on her plate raising her son alone and dealing with a sudden rash of petty theft and vandalism in her coastal Oregon hometown. As a result, she has zero time for extracurricular activities—including romance. Ex-con Adam Stone isn’t looking for love either—but how ironic is it that the first woman to catch his eye is a police chief? Nevertheless, when Lexie enlists Adam’s help to keep a young man from falling into a life of crime, sparks begin to fly. And as they work together, it soon becomes apparent that God may have a different—and better—future planned for them than either could imagine. Purchase Links: Amazon * Barnes & Noble * ChristianBook.com PRAISE FOR THE HOPE HARBOR NOVELS:
“Fan favorite Irene Hannon brings a whole new cast of characters to life in a charming Oregon seaside village. Emotional and heartwarming, this story invites reader to come home to Hope Harbor.”
--Christian Retailing on Hope Harbor “A place of emotional restoration that readers will yearn to visit.” --Publishers Weekly on Hope Harbor “Summer romance doesn’t get much better than this.” --Examiner.com on Sea Rose Lane Excerpt
Not again.
Adam Stone slammed the door on his decrepit Kia, expelled a breath, and surveyed the damage. The rustic, one-room cabin he called home appeared to be untouched this go-round. But it would take some serious sanding to get rid of the profanities spray-painted on the small outbuilding that housed his woodworking shop. At least the vandals hadn’t broken any windows this time. But where was Clyde? Breaking into a jog on the gravel drive, he scanned the surrounding woods that offered peeks at the pristine Oregon beach and choppy April sea a hundred yards away. “Clyde!” No response. “Clyde! Come on out, boy. It’s safe.” Silence, save for the distinctive trill of the sandpiper that gave this secluded cove its name. He clamped his jaw shut. Damaged property, he could deal with. But if those thugs had done anything to . . . A soft whimper came from the direction of the workshop, and the swinging door he’d rigged up for the adopted stray gave a slight shimmy. Adam switched direction, digging out the keys to the shed as he goosed his jog to a sprint. “I’m here, boy. Hang on.” He fumbled the key as he inserted it in the lock, tremors sabotaging his fingers. Clenching his teeth, he tried again. It was crazy to worry about a dumb mutt who hadn’t had enough sense to move out of the path of a car. Letting yourself care for anyone—or anything—was an invitation for grief. And he didn’t need any more of that. Yet walking away from a hurt, defenseless creature hadn’t been an option on that foggy day by the side of Highway 101 when he’d found the injured pooch barely clinging to life. The lock clicked, and he pushed the door open. From the corner of the shop where he’d wedged himself behind some scrap wood, Clyde poked out his black nose. He whimpered again, his big, soulful brown eyes filled with fear. Adam exhaled, his tension whooshing out like CO2 being released from a soft drink can. Clyde was scared—but okay. Hunkering down, he held out his hand and gentled his voice. “You’re safe, boy. Come on out.” Clyde didn’t budge. No problem. Adam sat cross-legged on the rough-hewn floorboards and waited. Pushing any creature to trust if they weren’t yet ready to do so could backfire—no matter how well-intentioned the overture. The small white scar on his right hand from the night Clyde had mistaken a friendly reach for a threat proved that. But these days, it didn’t take long for the mangy mongrel to emerge from a hiding place. Less than fifteen seconds later, Clyde crept out and inched toward him, limping on his bad leg. As the dog approached, Adam fought the urge to pull the shaking mass of mottled fur into a comforting embrace. Instead, he remained motionless until Clyde sniffed around, stuck a damp nose in his palm—and climbed into his lap. All forty-three pounds of him. Only then did Adam touch the dog. “No one’s going to hurt you, fella. Everything’s fine.” The last word hitched as he stroked the mutt. “I’m here, and I won’t be leaving again until I go to work tomorrow morning. We’ll spend the rest of Sunday together. I might even grill a burger for you too instead of making you eat that dog chow the vet recommended. How does some comfort food sound?” Of course the stupid dog had no idea what he was saying—but his soothing tone seemed to calm the canine. Clyde’s shakes subsided, and when their gazes connected, the mutt’s eyes brimmed with adoration. A sudden rush of warmth filled Adam’s heart—but he quickly squelched it. How pathetic, to be touched by a dog’s affection. Besides, it was all an illusion. Dogs didn’t feel emotions. Without breaking eye contact, Clyde gave his fingers a quick, dry lick. As if to say, Yes, we do. And I think you’re great. Pressure built in Adam’s throat as he smoothed a hand over Clyde’s back, his fingertips feeling every ridge of scar tissue that had been there long before their lives had intersected sixteen months ago, when both of them had been in desperate need of a friend. Okay. Fine. Maybe he was reading too much into the dog’s reaction. Maybe he was being too sentimental. But for today, he’d let himself believe the abused pooch did have deeper feelings. Because while he’d made a few friends in Hope Harbor during the year and a half he’d lived here, the only one waiting for him in Sandpiper Cove at the end of each day was Clyde. And without the canine companion who’d claimed a wedge of his heart, his life would be even lonelier. Click to read the rest of Chapter 1 of Sandpiper Cove! About The Author
Irene Hannon is the bestselling author of more than fifty novels, including One Perfect Spring, Hope Harbor, and Sea Rose Lane, as well as the Private Justice and Men of Valor suspense series. Her books have been honored with three coveted RITA Awards from Romance Writers of America, two Carol Awards, two Reviewers’ Choice Awards from RT Book Reviews magazine, a Retailers’ Choice Award, three HOLT Medallions, two Booksellers’ Best Awards, and a National Readers’ Choice Award. She is also a two-time Christy Award finalist. In 2014 she was inducted into the Romance Writers of America’s elite Hall of Fame, and in 2016 she received a Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews for her entire body of work.
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