Monday, June 1, 2015

Sea Glass Sunrise by Donna Kauffman Blog Tour


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 wedding, Calder thought, pausing a step. Well, that explains the dress. I guess. He shuddered to think what the rest of the wedding party looked like.

“I’m fine,” Hannah assured her sister. “I just need to clean up a little, maybe get some ice and a few ibuprofen in me, possibly with one of Fergus’s whisky chasers, and I’ll be good to go.”

“You’re in shock. You should be sitting down.” The shorter woman looked her sister over and gasped. “Oh no! Your blouse—”

“Willy Wonka,” Hannah said, still sounding shaky, but her gaze lifted from her sister then, and found his. A hint of a smile curved her puffy lip. “Bastard,” he and Hannah both said at the same time.

He shouldn’t be smiling. He definitely shouldn’t be thinking how beautiful she was, even all banged up. And he absolutely, positively shouldn’t be saying, “I can give you a ride into town, get you somewhere you can clean up. Get some ice.” His smile grew slightly even as he mentally kicked himself for being the idiot he clearly was. He blamed it on the town. Obviously they were one cuckoo short of a full nest and he’d been elected to fill the void. “Either in a baggie, or in a glass. Or both.”

Hannah’s sister blinked at them both, then sprang back into action. Calder had the feeling she sprang a lot. It was dizzying. Although, in fairness, it might be the dress, the crazy hair, and drunken tiara making it seem that way.

“I can take care of my sister,” Prom Queen said. She turned to Hannah. “I was just heading out to the Point. You can come the rest of the way with me.” She tossed Calder a look as if he were somehow still the bad guy in all this, then looked back at her sister. “We’ll call Sal and get him to tow your car—which, you were right, I do love it!”

She gently took Hannah’s arm and tucked it in hers. “So cute! Or, it was. And it will be again,” she rushed on to say, as if her sister were in a far more fragile state than Calder was coming to believe she actually was.

Hannah was definitely shaken from the wreck, and a little banged up, but she wasn’t waiting to be rescued. In fact, now that she’d been given a few minutes to pull herself together, it seemed to him she was handling things much as she’d claimed she would. She wasn’t turning down her sister’s offer of help, either. She was calm, rational, doing what needed to be done. Maybe not the girl-next-door exactly, but . . . somehow he found himself thinking he’d been a bit hasty with his initial snap assessment.

“I don’t think she’s going to fit in your car,” Calder told Prom Queen. “I can give her a ride.” What the hell, he’d already screwed up the big Blue family reunion. He’d just have to call Jonah and let him know he’d be there a bit later than planned. It was already destined to be one giant cluster anyway.

“It has a passenger seat,” Prom Queen informed him. “Just because I drive an environmentally friendly car while you drive that monster gas hog, is no reason to—”

“I was referring to the balloons,” Calder said, nodding toward her little Prius, which was presently stuffed to the gills with an array of silver-, white-, and rose-colored helium-filled balloons, some of which were trying to escape out of her open driver’s-side door. “And if you can figure out how to haul five hundred pounds of feed and a four-horse trailer behind that thing, I’ll gladly give up the gas hog.”

“Oh! The balloons! Crap!” And with that, Prom Queen was hotfooting—or booting, as the case may be—back toward her car, leaving her abruptly released sister to steady herself against the hood of her damaged vehicle. Calder stepped in to help, but stopped short when she straightened and lifted a hand to stall him. So, still a little Ms. Independent. He caught sight of her stiffening shoulders. Maybe more than a little.

“You’ll have to forgive her,” Hannah said. “She’s—that’s Fiona—she’s an interior designer by profession and in charge of planning our brother’s wedding, so she’s got a million details on her mind at the moment. And then I go and get in an accident. She’s usually not that rude or scatterbrained.” Calder wisely kept his opinion to himself. “Just being protective of her family. Nothing wrong in that. Why don’t we get you over to the paramedic or the ER if you’d rather go there, and we’ll let your sister handle calling in for the tow.”

Hannah surprised him by merely nodding. “Thank you. I appreciate that. I’ll need to call Beanie, too.”

“Who’s Beanie?” It surprised him that he actually wanted to know.

“The owner of the sign I just took out. Her husband built it and hand-painted it.” She looked over at the pile of shattered planks. “I feel awful about ruining it.”

“Sounds like the kind of guy who wouldn’t mind making another one. I’m sure it will be fine.” He motioned toward his truck. “Is there anything you need from your car?” He lifted a hand. “I’ll get it, just tell me.”

“He can’t make another one,” she said instead. “He passed away last year. That’s why I feel awful.”

Calder stopped and looked at her, and saw she was on the verge of tears. And likely not the sweet trickle of a single tear sliding down a pale cheek, either. He didn’t know her, but despite his earlier rush to judge—okay, maybe his ongoing rush to judge—something told him she wasn’t a crier. Something also told him that it probably wasn’t the sign that had her feeling suddenly undone. Maybe it was all of it, the accident, her brother getting married, and now adding to her sister’s list of worries.

Maybe the sign was simply the final straw. He didn’t know. And he shouldn’t care.

“Come on,” he said, gently taking her elbow, but keeping his hand there when she would have pulled away. “We’ll get it all figured out.”




Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

Ruthie☆☆☆☆
This is a lovely read, with a good dose of romance, a mystery, and a host of interesting characters from a small coastal community of Maine. The leads are genuinely good people, who you cannot fail to admire, and want as friends (they are too into each other to expect more ;-0 ). There was enough community building that future stories will feature familiar characters, but not too many. The twist was clever, and the themes of family, trust and security were dealt with beautifully.

I cannot wait to read on...




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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2 comments:

  1. Thanks for having me! I'm glad you enjoyed the book. :)

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  2. Thank you for hosting SEA GLASS SUNRISE!

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