Sea Glass Sunrise: The Brides of Blueberry Cove # 1 by Donna Kauffman with Excerpt and Giveaway

Meet the Brides of Blueberry Cove with Sea Glass Sunrise by Donna Kauffman.  Please be sure to check the tour stops to see what others thought about the book, read the excerpt and don’t forget to enter the tour wide giveaway where you could win a Print copy of SEA GLASS SUNRISE by Donna Kauffmann.

Sea Glass Sunrise

Having lived near and a frequent visitor to the Maine coast, I was intrigued by both the setting and the title of this book  – sea glass is a wonderful find when walking the beach, and the depths and solidity it displays are a wonderful metaphor for the story in these pages.

Karen is returning after several years away practicing law: her own personal and professional life is in tumult, and she’s hoping to just get away to celebrate her brother’s wedding and regroup. But, a car accident derails her plans to stay out of the focus of things, and Calder just won’t seem to go away.

Multiple elements compete for time: a mystery, a threat to the ‘feel’ of town with development options looming, the Blue Family Feud and Karen’s own issues back in DC.  The background information was helpful as a set up for additional installments to the series, but it takes some getting through before the charm of the characters takes over and demands you read on. Secondary characters are wonderful, particularly Karen’s sisters, and each person introduced is unique and distinct, even if some are tottering on the edge of cliché. The characters that we encounter are no stranger than those you would know in your own life, and their interest in the couple, while mostly well intentioned with the exception of the villain, is friendly and not overbearing.

I love the small town romance stories even if I occasionally find the insets of quirky elements feeling forced or formulaic.  Donna Kauffman manages to bring the uniqueness of the Maine coast to light, displaying the beauty and rougher edges without overwhelming readers with prose or description.  The romance is incorporated into the mysterious twists with ease and flair, and the combination of the two keep readers turning the pages for more.  A lovely, light and fun story that promises good things to come in the series.

 

Sea Glass Sunrise: The Brides of Blueberry Cove # 1 by Donna Kauffman with Excerpt and Giveaway

Title: Sea Glass Sunrise
Author: Donna Kauffman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published by: Zebra
ISBN: 142013745X
Published on: 26 May 2015
Format:eARC
Source: Publisher via NetGalley
Pages: 368
Audio Length: 11 Hours: 1 minute
Rated: four-stars
Heat: One FlameOne FlameOne Flame

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In seaside Blueberry Cove, Maine, friends are just another word for family, and big-city politics take a backseat to local pride. But the real treasure on these shores is always love…

When D.C. lawyer Hannah McCrae heads home for her brother’s wedding, she’s dragging a lot of baggage along with her—and she doesn’t mean suitcases. Betrayed personally, and humiliated professionally, the last thing she wants is a new man. That’s fine with square-jawed, rugged contractor Calder Blue. He and Hannah may be wildly attracted to one another, but all he wants is to build the town’s hotly contested new yacht club and mend a centuries-old family feud. Yet thanks to resentments old and new, day after day the pair wind up tangled in each other’s business—and maybe soon in each other’s arms.

Every bride needs something “blue”…

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A copy of this title was provided via Publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.

Tasty Excerpt

 

She frowned, winced, then gingerly lifted her head from the headrest and peered downward. The air bag had smashed the chocolate pretzels into a crumbly, chocolate blob and plastered them across the front of her once beautiful Helona Georgette white silk blouse. She let out a long, shaky sigh of relief and closed her eyes again.

“Bastard,” she breathed, then was surprised to feel her lips curving upward when he chuckled, even though the hint of a smile only intensified the throbbing. It was a nice sound, his laugh—rich, deep, and inviting, just like his voice, and his eyes, she thought.

“Wiggle your toes,” he said, and she cracked her eyes open again. “Make sure your legs are okay, and your back.”

“They’re fine,” she said, but wiggled her toes inside her leather flats, just in case. “Are you a doctor?”

“Contractor,” he replied. “I’m going to call someone to come get your car, come take a look at you.” He straightened. “Sit tight for a few minutes.”

She wanted to insist once again that he go on his way, but what came out was, “I think I can manage that.” She also managed to open her eyes enough to watch him step to the front of her car and survey the damage. The deflated air bag was in her lap now, so her view through the front windshield was unobstructed. She should be looking at the damage to her car, too. Or reaching for the rearview mirror to take a gander at the damage to her face. What she did instead, however, was take a gander at her Good Samaritan.

He wasn’t a local. At least not one who’d lived in the Cove for any length of time. She hadn’t been home in a couple of years, but she’d have remembered him. A contractor, he’d said. Probably in town temporarily then, on a job of some kind. Or maybe not working in the Cove at all, but just passing through on his way down to Machias, or up to Lubec. It was all too much to ponder and her face hurt too much to think it through. So she let her head loll back on the headrest, focused on releasing the post-crash tension from her neck and shoulders, and used the moment to mindlessly enjoy the view.

He was tall. And big. Not like a gym-obsessed musclehead or anything. More like a lumberjack or, well, a contractor. The kind of man who’d gotten those broad, thickly muscled shoulders, and biceps that strained the armbands of his short-sleeved polo shirt through honest, hard labor. His chest filled out the soft, dark green cotton pretty nicely, too. Her gaze drifted downward, approving the flat stomach where his shirt was tucked into the waistband of his jeans. His approval rating climbed further when he bent down to look under her car, giving her a nice view of the back pockets of those jeans. Not a baggy, saggy inch of denim to be found there. No, sir.

Not when he straightened again, either. Damn. Her gaze had moved back to his face, cataloging the honey-colored eyes, tanned skin, the smooth angle to his jaw, and that mouth wasn’t bad either . . . when he lifted his gaze directly to hers, as if he’d felt her watching him.

Maybe he had, she thought, a little dazedly. She felt like she’d been visually frisking him.

The late-afternoon sun backlit his hunky, decidedly masculine frame, casting his face and those thickly lashed eyes in shadow. Her gaze drifted to his hands again as she remembered how they’d felt, keeping her steady in those first moments after the crash. He looked like the perfect guy. All gorgeous, courteous, manly-man rescuer of damsels in distress.

She felt a hot rush of attraction zip right through her recently traumatized system. And by trauma, she didn’t mean the car crash. She blamed it on that, though, all the same. All that adrenaline and pain, making her a little lightheaded.

Had to be it. Otherwise she was quite certain she’d have looked at him and felt nothing. Because not only had she sworn off men in general, she’d sworn off men who made her girl parts tingle very specifically.

One thing was certain. Looks were deceiving. Because there were no perfect men. “Just perfect idiots,” she muttered, lifting her hand from the wheel, as if taking an oath.

“Yes, your honor, guilty as charged. No need for a trial. The evidence is overwhelming.” She looked at him again . . . and, yep, definite tingles. Book me, lock me up, and throw away the key, judge. Because that’s apparently the only way I’m going to save me from myself.

 

 

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About Donna Kauffman

USA Today bestselling author of the Cupcake Club Romance series, Donna Kauffman has seen her books reviewed in venues ranging from Kirkus Reviews and Library Journal to Entertainment Weekly and Cosmopolitan. She lives just outside of DC in the lovely Virginia countryside, where she is presently trying to makeover her newly empty nest into something that doesn’t have to accommodate piles of sports equipment falling out of her coat closet (okay, out of every closet...and under every bed....), size 13 cleats and sweaty uniforms cluttering her foyer (and stairwell, and laundry room, and...), and a kitchen that should have come with a traffic light. And a pantry monitor. (Anyone with a clever idea on how to repurpose lacrosse sticks into matching reading lamps, she’s all ears!) When she’s not stripping paint, varnishing an old auction house find, or trying to avoid bodily injury with her latest power tool purchase, she loves to hear from readers!

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