(Shore House, #1)
Publication date: June 21st 2016
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Nora Hargrove’s post-grad life includes a horrific entry-level job, a cave of an apartment, and a strict avoidance of all interpersonal relationships. She knows only one thing about herself—she wants to be left alone.
Avoiding her mother’s forced family time, she seeks solitude on her own terms. In a poorly ventilated, overcrowded Dewey Beach rental, she discovers there’s no place to hide. Not from yourself, not from your life, and not from love. This is the story of Nora Hargrove’s full share.
I learned the healing power of a good bloody Mary and a dip in the Atlantic. I kayaked in the dead of night and witnessed the only shooting star I’ve ever seen. I fell in love on a bed made of pallets. I lived.
Life is deep. Dive in.
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“I’m looking forward to the summer being over,” he said, but his statement confused me. I was disoriented by his placement and my hands in his, and wondering why he’d ever want this summer to end. Jack had it better than the rest of us.
“Why?” finally came out of my mouth when I was able to draw my gaze away from our hands and look him in the eye.
“Because I’m going to take you out on a proper date.”
I didn’t say a word, but my heart raced near the surface of my chest.
“I want to take you out to dinner and then take you to bed.”
My breath caught. I lingered on the possibility of both those things. “What if I’m not tired?”
Jack’s smile was devious. “And it’ll be so good, you’ll beg me to be with you for the rest of our lives.”
I loved him even more for not giving up on me weeks ago when anyone else would have. “Why do you keep trying?”
“Because you’re worth it. I can feel it. We’re going to be great together. You just have to let me in.”
I started to pull my hands away, but Jack tightened his grip.
“Why does that scare you?”
“It doesn’t.” I was honest. His words didn’t scare me. “It’s just what I do.”
He released my hands. “Pull away?”
“Pretty much.” I kept my sight steady on him. The breeze blew around us, swirling our towels against our sides. “It’s rarely necessary, though. No one usually gets as close as you have.” I swallowed down the realization of how close he was.
“You are.” The words croaked out as if saying them was choking me. I was done lying to him.
Eliza Freed graduated from Rutgers University and returned to her hometown in rural South Jersey. Her mother encouraged her to take some time and find herself. After three months of searching, she began to bounce checks and her neighbors began to talk; her mother told her to find a job.
She settled into Corporate America, learning systems and practices and the bureaucracy that slows them. Eliza quickly discovered her creativity and gift for story telling as a corporate trainer and spent years perfecting her presentation skills and studying diversity. It’s during this time she became an avid observer of the characters we meet and the heartaches we endure. Her years of study have taught her laughter is the key to survival, even when it’s completely inappropriate.
She currently lives in New Jersey with her family and a misbehaving beagle named Odin. An avid swimmer, if Eliza is not with her family and friends, she’d rather be underwater. While she enjoys many genres, she has always been a sucker for a love story…the more screwed up the better.