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
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 something about the high-pitched whine of a
circular saw that made Diana Wagnor’s imagination kick into overdrive. Without
any real effort she pictured the man working in the house next door as someone
in his late twenties, wearing a faded denim shirt with cut-off sleeves, and a
weathered leather tool belt topping jeans slung low on his hips.
Of course it was a given that living in California he’d have sun-bleached hair,
six-pack abs, and a killer smile. Oh, and dark blue eyes with long curling
eyelashes.
Great eyes were a must in her fantasy of what went into creating the perfect
man. Not only was it important that they be beautiful, they should be playful
and sexy at the same time. Oh, and filled with a sensual promise, but that went
hand in hand with sexy.
Diana let out a frustrated sigh. What insanity—to swear off men for two years
and then purposely wallow in visions of a construction worker. Until she found
a reason to trust her own judgment again, he could be the guy who checked off
every detail on her imaginary list of what went into the perfect man, and she
still wouldn’t do anything about it.
For someone who’d lived her entire life in the geographical center of the
United States, seeing the ocean for the first time was tantamount to seeing
Neil Armstrong’s footprint on the moon. And yet here she was, sitting on a deck
with a view most people saved for honeymoons or special anniversaries, except
she was alone. If only she’d come to California less burdened, the pleasure
would have been more joyful. But broken hearts were heavy, and she was worn out
carrying hers.
How was it that she’d never fallen for anyone who hadn’t disappointed her in
the end or who had bailed when the road turned rocky?
Her first real boyfriend, Louis Bickford, had eyes that triggered fantasies far
too complex for a naive thirteen-year-old to understand. They were a couple, or
at least a couple in her mind, right up to the day he asked Judy Feldman to the
graduation dance. Too embarrassed to tell her mother what had really happened,
Diana faked a stomach flu and sobbed her way through the weekend.
What followed all the way through high school and into college was a string of
drop-dead gorgeous “bad boys”—the only kind that ever held her attention
past hello.
Would she never learn?
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