Series: Compass Cove #2
Publisher: Tule Publishing
After dumping her cheating fiancé, caring for her sick dad, and nearly being
crushed along with her car during a violent storm, she’s pretty much at her
breaking point. If anyone needs some luck, it’s Jordan, but the last thing she
wants is gorgeous Nick Rinaldi, her landlord’s grandson, hovering over her
while she nurses a bad cold. The wounded Navy doctor seems too good to be true…
which means he probably is.
wondering if he would ever practice medicine again. When his grandparents’
tenant is almost killed by a falling tree during a storm, he discovers Jordan
is not only in shock, but suffering from pneumonia. Not one to miss an
opportunity to play white knight, Nick arrives at her cottage to take care of
her during the storm… But the lovely teacher has a fierce independent streak,
and as he learns more about her, he wants to do more than merely help.
pasts and seize their future together?
Velsor expected her last night as a single woman to be spent dreaming about her
fairy tale wedding. Instead, she was sitting on the beach behind her cottage,
drinking expensive champagne straight from the bottle, and wondering how she
could have been so stupid.
pair of threadbare yoga pants and gray hoodie, she dug her perfectly polished
pink toes into the cool, wet sand and shivered. If it was a normal night,
Jordan would have thought the chill was from the cool breeze coming off Jennings
Bay. But tonight was anything but normal.
Jordan had been played for a fool. She’d become a cliché.
life—the future she’d had planned, everything she thought she’d wanted—fell
apart before she could process how it all happened.
There you are.” Jordan recognized her friend Lilly’s voice right away. “I’ve
been searching everywhere for you.”
didn’t want to be found.” Jordan grumbled.
flick of her wrists, the old plaid beach blanket Lilly was carrying floated up and
then slowly dropped to the sand next to Jordan. “Get up and sit on this. Your
ass is going to get all wet.”
cared if her ninety-dollar thong got salty and sandy? No one was going to see
it. “Please tell me you brought more alcohol.”
food. I brought cheese and bread from brunch today. Oh, and I stole some
cupcakes from the rehearsal dinner.”
sounded good, but Jordan had no appetite. “They’re probably going to sue me for
calling it all off. I just couldn’t…”
looped her arm around Jordan’s shoulder. “You owe me no explanation. As far as
I’m concerned you did the right thing.”
of the waves crashing on the beach matched the rushing in Jordan’s head. It was
an endless thundering noise that rattled her nerves, and it was all caused by
the scene she walked in on that day at Chase’s office.
fiancé—the tall, blonde and handsome lawyer, the millionaire and favorite son
of a prominent family—was caught with his pants down, grinding against his
secretary. Her blouse was open, her pencil skirt hiked up to her waist and she
had one long leg snaked around his hip.
voice caught in her throat at the sight of her future husband with another
woman, and she started backing out of the office. Chase never would have known
she was there if she hadn’t bumped into a desk chair, knocking it into a wire
cart, which then tipped over.
her plan of running, because once Chase turned and saw her, the truth of her
life as it could be became clear. Things like this happened, Chase explained.
And it was time she understood that.
secretary never came out of the office, and when her fiancé closed the door to
shield the woman inside, Jordan’s heart slammed shut.
other marriages, but not in hers. It was over.
talk about it?” Lilly wouldn’t press, but since she was the one who ran
interference when Jordan told Chase and his family that the wedding was off,
she figured she had a right to know.
much,” Lilly snarled—loyal to the core. “The rat bastard.”
told me I was overreacting. You know, “I’m naïve. He’s a red-blooded man.”
pretty much what I said.” Jordan took a long pull on the bottle of champagne
and realized she’d drained it. “Jeez. Cristal sure goes down easy.”
dream wedding, my marriage, my life all went ‘poof!’”
brought a smile to her lips. “I know.”
back to reality. I stop living in my dreams, and face my life going forward.
That’s it. No more romantic fantasies for me. They just aren’t worth it.”
always been a romantic. When she’s not spinning tales of her own, Jeannie works
as a school librarian, thankful she has a job that allows her to immerse
herself in books. Married to her high school sweetheart, Jeannie has three
kids, three lovable dogs, and resides on Long Island, NY. If she’s more than
ten miles away from salt water for any longer than a week, she gets twitchy.
Visit her website at www.jeanniemoon.com