Tuesday, September 21, 2021

The Secret of Emerald Cottage

It was so nice to have the opportunity to go back and visit with some of the characters we were introduced to in Julie Lessman's other books in the Isle of Hope Series. While this book still had the romance I've come to expect in any book by Julie Lessman, this did have a different twist as there was a mystery to solve within the pages. I was completely invested in the story of Breck, Molly, and Miss Lilly from the first page to the last.


Molly was hurt in her past relationship, and she took on a new job as the caretaker for Miss Lilly to move past that failed relationship. Breck moved in with his Aunt Lily to to escape from a scandal which came out when he was playing soccer overseas. As I'm sure you can imagine, sparks erupted between the two as they spent more time together and investigated the murders which seemed to be popping up around every corner.

I really appreciated how faith was woven into the story. Bible verses and Biblical examples were prevalent as everyone in Brec's life was focused on leading him to a relationship with Christ. Miss Lilly, along with Cat, her husband Chase - who also happens to be a Pastor, Molly, and others in the community showed a Godly example for Brec - and any reader - to appreciate and learn from.

This book kept me interested and guessing until the final pages. I wasn't able to put it down as I kept telling myself "One more chapter". As soon as I thought I knew who was the culprit in the horrific events occuring on the lake, a new wrench would be thrown in to completely have me rethinking who the criminal was. I can honestly say I did not have any idea how the book would end as I found myself unable to put it down!!

I also liked how the book focused on the relationship between the Lads of the Lake and showed the men they have grown in to today. Between the picnics and events held at the lake, it felt like I really began to know some of the characters, and I hope a future book may revisit the lake and the characters who live on, or near, it.

If you are a fan of Julie Lessman, romance books, or mysteries, this book will be right up your alley. I'd definitely recommend this book to anyone looking for a book to enjoy as we go into the fall season :)


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The Secret of Emerald Cottage

COMING SEPTEMBER 2021



I received this ebook free from the author in exchange for an honest review. 

Excerpt From The Secret of Emerald Cottage, written by Julie Lessman

 Excerpt From The Secret of Emerald Cottage, written by Julie Lessman

I can’t think of a better way to introduce you to Brec and Molly than in the first chapter of the book, so here’s an excerpt and HAPPY READING!

 

It is He who reveals the profound and hidden things;

He knows what is in the darkness, and the light dwells with Him.

—Daniel 2:22

CHAPTER ONE

Savannah, Georgia, Late Spring

“I was a fool, Molly. Forgive me? Please?”

Forgive him? Body numb, Molly Stewart stood rooted at Miss Lilly’s front door, staring at the man who had broken both her heart and her trust, and wondered if she actually could.

Today was to have been their wedding day at a pretty little church in Charleston. Instead here Tyler stood on the wraparound front porch of Miss Lilly’s secluded cottage on Lake Loon, more handsome than a louse had a right to be. Those piercing gray eyes were as repentant—and deadly—as she’d ever seen. Hands plunged deep in the pockets of his favorite Rock Revival jeans, he offered an awkward shrug, his rolled-sleeved, buttoned-down shirt emphasizing broad shoulders and a well-defined torso. “These last six months without you have been awful, babe, convincing me I made the biggest and most brainless mistake of my life.”

Yeah, me too. Cocking her hip, Molly slapped her arms into an impatient fold, not about to let Tyler Madsen disarm her again. “Well, I certainly concur with brainless.” Her eyes narrowed to slits, as thin as her patience. “What do you want, Tyler?”

That hard-sculpted jaw tensed as he threaded a hand through wheat-colored hair shorn on the sides. His Adam’s apple ducked twice, a sure sign she’d rattled his confidence, which wasn’t easy to do. “I rather hoped it would be obvious,” he whispered, catching her off-guard when he reached to caress her face with tender fingers. “I want ‘us’ back.”

She jerked away, arms glued to her waist in self-defense as she took a step back, warning bells going off in her head over the warm shiver he’d produced. She’d been head over heels for a solid year, ready to spend the rest of her life with him, so naturally his touch still affected her. Her mouth compressed in resolve. But she was also ready to spend the rest of her life forgetting him, too, and had a six-month head start, thank God. “There is no ‘us,’ Tyler. I wonder if there ever was.”

“There was and you know it, Molly,” he said quietly, gently tugging one of her hands free to draw her close. “Because despite my asinine mistake, we still love each other.”

Loved!” she hissed, breaking free to thump him hard on a chest that felt like rock. “Past tense, buster, so you can just take your seductive song and dance and—”

Her gasp was silenced when his mouth took hers, melting her to the door with a kiss that reminded her of all she had lost.

A friend.

A husband.

A love for a lifetime.

“Forgive me, Molly—please?” He gently touched his forehead to hers. “Give me another chance, and I swear I will do everything in my power to make it up to you.”

“Ty …” She felt herself weakening, memories of their last year resurrecting the faintest glimmers of love and hope that she’d worked so hard to bury beneath a mountain of hurt. “I don’t think—”

Her resistance was swallowed up in another dangerous kiss so possessive, all her walls came tumbling down when he pulled away. Suddenly, his handsome face dissolved into a haze, disappearing into the same nightmare she’d lived for the last half year. A groan trailed from her lips as her head thrashed back and forth in her bed. “No, don’t leave again, please,” she murmured in her sleep, “just kiss me, please …

Her body finally relaxed when he did—gently, softly—vaguely aware it had to be a dream because the scent was all wrong—not the vanilla musk scent of Ty’s Stronger With You cologne she’d given him for Christmas. No, this was more of a peppery scent with a hint of lilac and lavender, confirming it wasn’t Ty she was kissing at all, but someone else.

Lost somewhere between semi-consciousness and a slumber induced by a bleary-headed cold and a 2:00 a.m. dose of Nyquil Severe Cold & Flu, she burrowed deeper into the downy softness of her bed, never wanting the kiss to end. Definitely had to be a dream because Ty was her past, and yet this tender brush of lips against hers felt so real! So right.

Breathing in the heady scent of pine trees that surrounded both Miss Lilly’s Emerald Cottage and the glimmering glacial lake outside her open window, she allowed her subconscious to fade back into sleep, desperate to return to Prince Charming.

“Wake up, Princess.” A husky voice with a hint of a brogue breathed into her ear, accompanied by a trace of that delicious peppery scent, and she literally groaned out loud, unwilling for the magic to end. Rolling on her side, she yanked the cover sheet over her head, longing to slip away once again …

“Uh, excuse me, Goldilocks, but I think you’re sleeping in my bed.”

Her eyes snapped open beneath the sheet while she gasped, frozen for a split second before she jerked her Glock 36 from under her pillow. Launching from her bed, her limbs shook like Jell-O as she stood there in her ratty tank top and penguin shorts, arms extended. “Who are y-you?” she rasped, heart pummeling her ribcage while she trembled, taking shaky aim at a man in a sculpted T-shirt and jeans who made Prince Charming look like a frog.

Light blue eyes flared in surprise as he raised massive palms in the air, a lazy smile easing across lips way too full and sensuous for a man. “Whoa, take it easy, lass. I’m Miss Lilly’s great nephew, Brec McGill, but you can call me Papa Bear if you like.”

“How did you get in?” she demanded, snatching her cell phone from the nightstand before backing toward the door, punching 9-1-1 in just to be ready. Hands quivering, she tucked the phone into her shorts, rattled that a Greek god had entered her room and she’d never even heard him come in.

With an impressive bulge of a bicep, he casually scratched the back of his head, his smile patient as he tossed a set of keys in the air. He slipped them into the pocket of jeans so snug, they bordered on indecent. “A key. From Aunt Lilly. A long time ago.”

“Wait a minute.” She swallowed hard as she wiped her lips, gaze narrowing when the memory of her dream came back. “Did you … kiss me?”

“Depends.” One edge of his mouth crooked as he tipped his head, flashing the deepest, most dangerous dimples she’d ever seen. “Did you like it?”

Stance stiff, she jerked the gun higher, satisfied when it wiped the smile right off his face.

Taking a quick step back, he thumped a taut chest with a blunt thumb while he stared her down. “Look, Goldilocks, this is my room, and you were sleeping in my bed, so suppose you tell me who you are, aye?”

Her chin jutted up. “I am Miss Lilly’s temporary caretaker and companion, Nurse Molly Stewart. The one who left umpteen voicemail messages and a telegram that you never bothered to answer, I might add.”

He actually winced, which gave some small comfort that there may be a shred of concern somewhere deep down in this great nephew who hadn’t visited his aunt in years.

He cuffed the back of his neck. “About that,” he said with a sheepish look, “I’ve had a bit of bother lately with the press, so I’ve been off the grid, so to speak.” He gave an awkward shrug. “New cell phone, new apartment, dodged voicemail, you know?”

Expelling a silent sigh, Molly slowly lowered her gun. Yes, she knew. Miss Lilly had already filled her in on her notorious great nephew, the infamous Irish soccer star embroiled in a nasty scandal. The same nephew Miss Lilly’d been praying for since he went astray after college—both from her and from the faith she’d tried so hard to instill.

“But I finally got the telegram,” he continued in a rush, a definite apology lacing his tone as he buried his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans. Those broad shoulders lifted briefly. “So, here I am.” His thick, dark brows tented in concern as he pinned Molly with a pointed gaze that held a touch of vulnerability. “How is she?” he whispered.

“Better.” Rolling her neck, Molly felt the tension slowly seep from her body. “She’s out of the coma and resting comfortably—”

“Coma?” His voice cracked as his golden tan bleached to pale. “She was in a coma? The telegram just said she’d fallen and was in the hospital, for criminy’s sake.”

Molly arched a brow, her manner cool. “She did fall, Mr. McGill—into the lake, as a matter of fact. Which resulted in a coma when she almost drowned. But she came out of it before I sent the telegram—which was a last resort, mind you, after all the phone calls.”

A groan rattled from his throat as he tunneled thick fingers through short curly hair—almost black—appearing as if he actually cared or at least putting on a pretty good act. He glanced at his watch. “Where is she? I want to see her right now. And I want to know everything.”

“All in good time, Striker Boy,” Molly said as she waved the gun toward the door, adding her own twist to his team nickname of “Striker Man” since he was his team’s primary scoring threat. “It’s barely six a.m. and we’re not going anywhere till I’ve had a shower and a cup of coffee, so don’t be in such a hurry.”

She suddenly remembered the brazen pass he’d made by kissing her while she was sleeping, and both her ire—and her gun—rose to new heights. “Oh, wait—you weren’t in a hurry, were you? Since you just arrived a week after the fact.”

Those blue eyes thinned to slits of sapphire. “It’s ‘Striker Man,’ for your information, Goldilocks,” he said in a gravelly voice as tight as hers, “and I detest guns, so stop waving that  thing at me. I took the redeye as soon as I got the blinkin’ telegram, so don’t act like I don’t care about my aunt.”

Eyes wide, Molly feigned surprise as she placed a hand to her cheek. “Oh, forgive me, please, but I didn’t realize seeing your aunt once every ten years qualified as ‘caring.’”

Too late she saw the flicker of pain in his eyes, pools of regret and guilt that shamed her before he quickly looked away, shoulders slumping while he gouged the bridge of his nose. “It was twice,” he said quietly, the weariness of his manner reminding her he’d just flown twelve hours on a cramped plane in the middle of the night. “But I’m here now, Miss Stewart, and I would very much like to see my aunt.”

Oh, way to welcome the prodigal home, Molly, she thought with a pinch in her chest, heat warming the back of her neck over kicking a man when he was down. She was the Christian here, after all, and he was not, a point that caused Miss Lilly great pain whenever they’d discussed her wayward great nephew.

The same wayward nephew who’d just kissed me while I was asleep, for pity’s sake!

For pity’s sake, indeed. And Brec McGill’s, apparently. Because if Molly knew one thing for sure about Miss Lilly, it was that no matter how infrequently she saw her nephew, she longed to see him healthy and whole, both spiritually and emotionally.

“Deep down he’s a good boy,” she’d often say with that faraway look that told Molly he was her number-one priority before she went home to her Savior—that the nephew she loved would return to his, restoring the faith she’d worked so hard to instill. And that sure wouldn’t happen if Molly didn’t reflect the love of the merciful God she also espoused, forgiving this lost soul for abandoning the aunt who loved him all of these years.

Unleashing a heavy sigh of regret that mirrored that in his eyes, Molly placed her gun on the nightstand and gave a side nod toward the door. “Visiting hours are at ten, so you can either catch a few winks in the guest room before we leave, or you can wait for me in the kitchen. Where,” she said with a quirk of her brow, “I will happily whip up breakfast—something fast, hearty, and nutritious—plus coffee while I fill you in on the state of Miss Lilly and her affairs.”

A sense of peace settled over his features like a truce, making him appear all the more fatigued. Offering a tired smile, he nodded to the novel splayed open on her bed, her favorite Agatha Christie cozy mystery that she’d been reading before nodding off. He tilted his head to read the title. “Sparkling Cyanide?” he said with a scrunch of his nose.

“Research,” she said with a slight heft of her chin, “for a book I plan to write.”

He gave a slow nod with a twitch of a smile. “And hopefully nothing to do with breakfast, I trust?”

Head tipped, she crossed her arms with a shadow of a smile. “The jury’s still out, Soccer Boy.”

He gave a slow nod, mouth sliding into a smile that instantly slid into a yawn. “No wonder you were out cold, then. Cozy mysteries are better than a sleeping pill in my opinion—too sweet for my tastes. I like a lot more action, so I’m a Steven King fan myself.”

She angled a brow. “Makes perfect sense. And your favorite is Misery, is it?”

He paused on his way to the door to shoot a wry smile over his shoulder. “Hilarious, Goldie.” Hand on the knob, he turned, his weariness belied by a twitch of a smile that reminded her all over again just how handsome he was. And dangerous to a woman’s emotional health per the tabloids she’d read.

“Breakfast would be absolutely grand, lass,” he said in a husky tone that held more than a hint of tease. “And if you’re willing to forgive me for both my abominable lack of attention to Aunt Lilly and stealing a kiss?”—he had the audacity to give her a wink—“I’ll forgive you for stealing my room.”

“Forgiven,” she said with a pert lift of her chin, matching his shadow of a smile with one of her own. “The lack of attention to Miss Lilly, that is, Strike-Out Boy. But the sheer annoyance from the other?” She wrinkled her nose as she crossed her arms in a taut fold, dismissing him with a nod of her head to close the door. “Something tells me I’ll need that for self-defense.”

Thursday, September 9, 2021

This Past Year

 Life has been a little crazy with COVID, a new job, buying a house, and getting a new puppy, so my book reviews have been extremely lacking in the last year!! With that said, I have still been reading and below are some of the books I read in the last year. I've started reading different genres of books that I've never read in the past. Specifically, I used to read only romantic historical fiction. 

-The Chain

-Bridgerton Series

-The 7 Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

-The Other Mrs. 

-The Guest List

-The Lost Apothecary

-All The Light We Cannot See

-Before We Were Yours


Friday, April 3, 2020

A Wing and a Prayer

A Wing and a Prayer by Julie Lessman was one of my favorite books I've read in a long time. I really enjoy reading WW2 books and this did not disappoint! You could really tell from reading it that the author, Julie Lessman, spent a lot of time in researching many different aspects of WW2.

Garbriella, Gabe, Dawn O'Connor was adopted into the O'Connor family at a young age, and she was always the rebel - not seeming to want to listen to authority figures. This doesn't change in A Wing and a Prayer, when she meets Alex Kincaid, her PT while she is training to be a Women Airforce Service Pilot (WASP). Alex is from the same community in Boston as Gabe, and he has heard many stories about her being a bully from his younger brothers. She definitely lives up to her reputation, as she butts heads with Alex at every turn. Her faith is tested throughout this book, and the growth that she experiences - through giving forgiveness - is one of my favorite parts of her story.

I really enjoyed reading about the relationship between Alex and Gabe, and I'm glad I read all of the books from the beginning of this series. The O'Connor family is full of great characters with interesting stories, and every time I read one of the new books in the series, it reminds me how much I enjoyed the earlier books. If you haven't read any other books in the O'Connor series, I recommend you read the books from start to finish.

I cannot wait to read more books in this series which is hopefully going to next share the stories of Gabe's "cousins" Hope and Henry.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I was provided a copy of this ebook by the author or publisher. All opinions in this review are my own.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Love's Silver Lining


Love's Silver Lining (Silver Lining Ranch Series Book 1) by [Lessman, Julie]Julie Lessman’s newest book, Love’s Silver Lining, picks up 17 years after the prequel, which introduced us to Finn McShane and Liberty O’Shea. Although Finn and Liberty are no longer together, I was so happy to see them reconnect in Love’s Silver Lining after Liberty’s parents became homeless due to a fire. In addition to the story of Libby and Finn, and a twist on their annulled marriage, there was a new relationship forming between Blaze, Finn’s nephew, and Maggie, Libby’s goddaughter.

Libby and Maggie are both suffragettes, and their desire to see women get the right to vote factors into their relationships and the decisions they make in life. I really enjoyed reading about this time in history, and especially how the relationship between Finn and Libby was strained due to Finn’s political aspirations and Libby’s beliefs about women voting. While Libby and Finn’s relationship was strained due to their politics, Maggie and Blaze faced obstacles regarding their faith.

As always, I really enjoyed this book by Julie Lessman. She always writes about strong women, and I always look forward to being introduced to new families in her books. Along with a strong faith, forgiveness and redemption are topics that are a main focus of the book. I can’t wait to visit Silver Lining Ranch again in the next book in the series.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the author. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."   

Thursday, December 14, 2017

For Love of Liberty

For Love of Liberty (Silver Lining Ranch Series Book 1)Julie Lessman has again written a book that had my attention from the first page! For Love of Liberty is a prequel for her new Silver Lining Ranch series, and this short story has me more than ready to read the story of others at Silver Lining Ranch!! :)

When Liberty O'Shea returns home from Vassar, she never imagined she's be working so closely with her High School nemesis Griffin McShane. But, in order to land her dream newspaper job, she has to co-chair the annual Fourth of July events for her town, Virginia City. This puts her and Griffin McShane in constant contact. As they begin to work together, their relationship changes, but they never lose their "butting heads" that seems to make their relationship such an interesting one. There are some twists and turns to how their relationship progresses, and I couldn't put the novella down until I found out what happened with Libby and Griffin!

I cannot wait to read more about Silver Lining Ranch in the upcoming series!! From the first look at a chapter of the new book, at the end of For Love of Liberty, I am sure it will be another "must-read"!!

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the author. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."   

Monday, July 24, 2017

His Steadfast Love


His Steadfast Love, book three in the Isle of Hope series by Julie Lessman, was my absolute favorite book I have read in a long time. While I loved all of the books in the Isle of Hope series, I really related to the main character, Cat O’Bryen, in the third book in the series. She feels like her whole life is changing since her brother, mother, and twin sister were all recently married. I could completely relate to this, as my brother and sister are both getting married in the next year. Some of the feelings she had were exactly what I’m facing right now, so this book was the perfect read for this point in my life!!

 

Cat struggled with her feelings of being left behind, and was soon coming to rely on Chase Griffin, the associate pastor at her family’s church. Although Chase was not entirely excited about his new friendship with Cat, her twin sister, Shannon, and brother, Jack, continually pushed Chase to become a confidante for Cat. This confidante/friend relationship let to the two of them spending time together as they both worked through some of their past issues. Cat, her anger at God, and Chase, a past relationship that still haunts him to this day.

 

The characters in this story were very realistic, and they faced issues that can resonate with anyone reading the series. As with the past books in the series, I liked to read about Cat's siblings and see what changes have happened in their lives since the first two Isle of Hope books. While I was definitely disappointed to finish this book, and I’m assuming the series looking at the O’Bryen family, I can’t wait for any future books written by Julie Lessman . Her books are some of my favorites, and they do not disappoint!! J I would recommend this book to anyone looking for a romantic Christian book that looks at real issues so many people are currently going through.

 

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the author. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."