Murder's No Votive Confidence

By Christin Brecher

Nantucket candle store owner Stella Wright specializes in creating unique candles for every occasion. But someone sets the stage for murder when a Memorial Day celebration becomes a wedding to die for . . .
 
Jessica Sterling’s candlelight-themed nuptials promises to be the perfect kick-off to the summer’s first official holiday weekend. Stella’s thrilled to have been chosen to provide the decorative centerpiece for the wedding ceremony: a two-foot-tall scented unity candle—a symbol of the happy couple’s love. But it looks like the bride-to-be’s uncle won’t be walking his niece down the aisle after he’s found dead. The murder weapon is Stella’s seemingly indestructible candle, now split in two.
 
When a beloved local bartender is arrested, Stella’s sure a visiting police captain running the case made a rush to justice. With superstitious brides-to-be canceling orders and sales waxing and waning at her store, the Wick & Flame owner decides to do some sleuthing of her own. Abetted by a charming reporter and challenged by the town’s sexiest cop, Stella’s determined to shine a light on the truth and uncover a killer who’s snuffing out her own flame.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kensington Books
• Release date: Jun 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781496721402

Christin Brecher

Christin Brecher is the author of the Shapshot of NYC Mysteries and the Nantucket Candle Maker Mystery Series. Born and raised in New York City, she lived in London, Connecticut, and Massachusetts before moving back to the city that will always have her heart. She previously worked in television production at the A&E Network, HBO, and PBS before moving into business development and marketing at Time Incorporated.

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Serenity

Chapter 1

Friday morning, I woke up before the first ferry’s horn sounded its arrival to Nantucket Island, my hometown. I greeted the day by feeling around my bedsheets until I found my phone. Its bright light kicked in to tell me it was five thirty a.m., and to display a message I’d anticipated for weeks: Memorial Day Weekend! Following the announcement was a to-do list that I’d already committed to memory. The exciting days ahead signified the start of the retail high season, and the weekend of Jessica Sterling’s wedding. As owner of the Wick & Flame, a small store in town where I make and sell candles, I’d been working on the wedding for two months, since my oldest friend, Emily Gardner, Nantucket’s top event coordinator, introduced me to her client. I fixate on every angle when I undertake a project and Jessica Sterling’s wedding was no exception.

I want something historic. Something that captures the spirit of Nantucket, but isn’t too cheesy, the bride-to-be had said to me on our first meeting. I’ve picked the Melville Inn for the venue, and now I’m thinking about a candle theme.

I nodded professionally, as if this type of proposal came my way every day, but I felt I’d won the lottery. To put it in perspective, the candy store in town has hundreds of orders for chocolate-covered cranberries when the party season hits, but no one has ever had a candle-themed event. I was dying to lead the design, and I was honored to be part of Jessica’s fairy-tale wedding. So big was this opportunity, that in my memory I gave my pitch in a flashy conference room with cushy chairs and a PowerPoint presentation. In reality, we were at The Bean, my favorite coffee shop in town.

That day, I proposed something traditional, yet original: a unique wedding scent, inspired by the couple’s love, and the wedding’s seaside venue. My thought was to infuse the scent into two featured items.

First, a unity candle.

What’s a unity candle? Jessica had said. I explained that it’s a candle that symbolizes a couples’ love, which is lit during a wedding ceremony. She liked it.

Second, I proposed to infuse the scent into votive candles to give as party favors to all of the guests. To my delight, Jessica loved both ideas, and gave me the job. We ended our first meeting feeling giddy about the weekend. So giddy that we clinked coffee cups to toast our success. I will never forget the moment that Jessica raised her chai latte.

You have my votive confidence, she said.

We laughed at the pun, but I took her words seriously.

Following our meeting, I mapped out designs to ensconce the wedding in candlelight, from the simple Siasconset Chapel down the road whose perfect motto is a lantern held by a friendly hand, to the party tent that would be erected on a picturesque field across from the Melville for the evening reception, to the guest rooms and facilities throughout the inn. Only the ivory-colored votives and unity candle would carry the personalized scent, while the other candles would be dyed pastel shades to match the wedding’s color scheme of purple, blue, and pink. Heaven. Really. I’d recommend the idea to anyone, and not just because I’d like the business.

Now, I stretched my arms above my head and wiggled my toes, enjoying the memory of my biggest sales pitch, but moving on to the tasks at hand. In fact, now that Friday had come, I noticed that the morning air held a hint more of the sea than the scent Jessica had signed off on from the five samples I had created for her. I hated to admit it, but one scent in particular struck me as a better match to the weekend weather than the one she had chosen. It had a touch more sea salt and a dash more of white tea. It was late in the game for making changes, but I knew my customer. Only two days ago, Jessica had rescheduled the start of her rehearsal dinner so that she could hire a flock of doves to fly dramatically into the sunset. She was going for perfection. So was I.

I calculated how late I’d be up if I remade over two hundred gift candles and a unity candle, then I tossed off my blanket and sprinted across my squeaky floorboards to the kitchen of my one-bedroom apartment where I grabbed an iced coffee from my fridge. As I closed the door, a sign reading Leftovers, made out of macaroni, slid from its magnet. People like to name their houses on Nantucket. It’s a thing. You’ll see quarter boards, inspired by sailing ships of yore, hanging on one house after another with names like Serenity and Why Worry. My pasta quarter board was lovingly made by my cousin Chris’s young son. Chris is a contractor, and the historic house outside of town that he and his wife bought and lovingly restored came with an old carriage house out back, which they turned into a garage with my apartment on top. It’s a one-bedroom with a living room and small kitchen, and other than painting it a soft blue throughout, it’s mostly decorated with the items it held the first day I dropped my bags there, seven years ago, after I graduated from college. Hence, the name of my home (and often, the contents of my fridge).

After throwing on my jeans and a thick sweater, I jumped into my red VW Beetle, still zipping up my boots. I cursed the back window that last weekend suddenly refused to close about the last three inches. The weather had been nicer during the week, and I’d forgotten to take the car to be fixed, but now it was c-o-l-d. So cold, it took a minute for my phone to register my fingers as I dialed Emily to let her know I was heading over to my store and then to the Melville. In addition to offering my services to bring anything to the inn this morning, I wanted to make sure that Emily and I stayed on the same page. There was no room for surprises in her meticulously planned event. The call went to voice mail, but it was only six in the morning. Pulling out of the driveway, I left a message.

When I reached town, the streets were quiet and the morning fog still hung low. The vibe would be very different in a matter of hours, when tourists arrived for Memorial Day weekend along with a mob of sailing enthusiasts who come each year for the island’s one-of-a-kind annual sailing competition, called FIGAWI, which stands for Where the #%$! are we? (Correct pronunciation: where the fug ah we?) The race started decades ago as a dare between two friends, who at one point got lost en route to the island, hence the name. It is now an international sailing event that brings a great boon to local retail. Some folks go into shock over the onslaught of visitors, but the business girl in me looks forward to FIGAWI all year.

Rounding onto the bumpy cobblestone pavement of Main Street, which I like to describe as offering a full-body massage when experienced in my car, I saw my cousins Ted and Docker, who run a private trash removal business. They looked like they were loading nautical supplies into the back of their truck, which seemed a funny thing to do on Main Street, but they often have unusual jobs.

I waved. They waved. My family, the Wrights, have been a fixture on the island for as long as anyone can remember. Only my mother, Millie Wright, had the itch to leave. Like one of Nantucket’s legendary whaling captains, my mother would disappear for months at a time while in her twenties, only to return with treasured oils and extracts to make perfumes, her passion. One day she returned home, opened a perfume store and settled, for a stretch, with a different kind of treasure.

It was a treasure that trumped them all, she used to say. My little Stella Wright.

I used to love to hear her say this to me. I always felt different from the Wrights with my unruly dark hair and olive complexion, which is at odds with their infamous red hair and fair skin. And whereas they’re all willing to laugh things off, I can have, I admit, a bit of a temper when push comes to shove.

Nearing the Wick & Flame, I slowed my car, not that there was traffic, but because I passed Officer Andy Southerland and I knew the cops in town were on the lookout for traffic violations during the busy weekend. As I drove by him, he smiled. I smiled, too, then lifted a finger to my eye and pointed to him to let him know I was on my feet today. It got a laugh, and he returned the gesture.

Andy and I have had a lifetime of friendly antagonism that I’ve never quite shared with anyone else. We are twenty-nine now, but we’ve been at it since seventh grade, when I alone smelled a gas leak during a science lab, and Andy called me The Hound. Having spent many afternoons connecting a customer to their perfect scent at my mother’s store, my sense of smell had become keen, to be sure, but that afternoon exemplified my talent’s pros and cons. On the con side, a teenager does not aspire to the nickname Hound. It suggests a dog, not something you want to be thinking about when you’re buying your first mascara. But my classmates howled like dogs to thank me that day in science, and that was that. I still stand by my comeback. I’d like to think I squared my shoulders when I turned to Andy and said, "That’s Miss Hound, to you. And be careful. I bite."

They were fighting words. Later that week, he put a frog in my lunchbox. I retaliated by sticking gum in his hair. As they say in the movies, it was the start of a beautiful friendship. Who would ever guess that a guy who loved pranks and teasing seventh-grade girls would choose law enforcement as a career? When I opened Wick & Flame, he offered a conciliatory change of my nickname to The Candle Girl.

"That’s Candle Lady," I had responded, shoulders definitely squared by then.

A moment later, I parked in a legal spot in front of the Wick & Flame. Unlike half the stores in town, I keep my place open year-round, but I’d put extra care into my current store window in anticipation of the weekend. As I retrieved the store keys from my back pocket to let myself in, I thought how my brightly colored display was at odds with the dreary morning sky, but I hoped my color palate would make people think of summer days ahead and indulge in a candle or two.

I entered my store where I was greeted by a cacophony of scents, from wild lilies to mango peach to basil and mint. I straightened a new display I’d added last week. It featured a unity candle similar to the Sterling’s creation, and it had a small advertisement underneath for personalized wedding scents. Like the Sterling’s candle, my display was about six inches in diameter and a full two feet tall. I’d recently found a stronger wax than the coconut bases I usually use, so I could build height while maintaining strength. Word had already spread about the Sterling’s nuptials, and I was working on an unprecedented six weddings for June. I hoped by the end of the weekend, a few more people might consider my services. My rent had recently gone up and, quite frankly, I needed the business.

From a room behind the cash register where I also hold candle-making classes, I grabbed a small vial with a sample of the sea salt and white tea oils I had in mind for the alternative scent. In two hours, I’d be back at my shop to greet the Candleers, a self-named band of some of my favorite characters in town, for our last class of Color Infusions 101. The clock ticking, I popped back into my car and headed out to the Melville.

I’ve always said that if I had the money for a big wedding, and a man I wanted to marry, I’d love a wedding at the Melville. The inn opened its doors two years ago as a sophisticated, but somehow still understated, inn at a quiet point of the island. Originally an old white elephant of a home, the inn had been renovated and expanded to almost one hundred rooms, which are beautifully appointed with New England décor and antiques. A row of French doors at the back of the inn opens to a swimming pool, followed by a rolling lawn where guests can play croquet while sipping cocktails from Adirondack chairs. The property ends at the harbor where the Melville’s private launch takes guests across the sparkling waters in to town, thereby skipping the winding road that takes three times as long to drive. Oh, and the food! The inn has a restaurant, Ahab’s, where the aroma of the dishes, and I am saying this as someone who’s biased, is as irresistible as the scented candles I make at the Wick & Flame.

Had I known what I was driving toward, however, I might have decided the Sterling scent we had chosen was perfect as it was.

Chapter 2

Jessica Sterling was an early riser, too. Or maybe she had as long a to-do list as I had. Either way, I was glad to find her awake when I arrived at the Melville about thirty minutes later. She was having breakfast with her mother at Ahab’s. Jessica is a couple of inches taller than I am, and I played JV basketball in high school. Her hair has that golden color that is so bright she looks like a light bulb going off. Her mother is equally tall and gray haired, but an elegant gray that tells you to mind your manners. I had been told by Emily that she was addressed as mom by Jessica and Mrs. Sterling by everyone else, including Jessica’s fiancé, Joe Handler.

Some locals have it in for rich people who come to their island. They think they’ll be snobs, or disrespectful. Funny thing about being a local on Nantucket is that you can be either a big fish in a small pond, or invisible to the seasonal visitors. Jessica, however, was not the type to see through anyone. She’s a good egg. I was dying to meet her fiancé, Joe. He was certainly a lucky guy. I imagined he must be some sort of Disney-looking prince with a British accent and maybe small children, waifs, hanging off of him, whom he had saved from peril while wearing a custom-made James Bond–type suit. I don’t know. It was a slow spring.

Something about the body language between Jessica and her mother made me pause at the entrance to the restaurant rather than interrupt them. Both mother and daughter had presumably rolled out of bed for an early coffee, but what would have been sweats and whatever T-shirt was on the floor for me, they were in outfits that were perfectly pressed. Jessica was wearing her now infamous engagement ring, which shined ruby, emerald, sapphire, and diamond reflections across the room. The ring did not fit Jessica’s approachable personality, but it was a family heirloom and Emily had told me it meant a lot to Mrs. Sterling that she wear it. I like the idea of a huge gaudy ring, but maybe that’s because I don’t have to lug one around on my finger every day. Ah, who am I kidding? I think I could manage that kind of problem.

It’s not that I think Joe’s a bad man, Mrs. Sterling was saying to her daughter. Her brow was furrowed over her coffee cup. I just hope he’s strong enough for you. And, I don’t see why you two had to do so much of the wedding yourselves. A mother should be in on everything, even if the groom was a surprise choice.

I know you’re disappointed, Mom, said Jessica. It breaks my heart. But we won’t let you down.

On the one hand, I was suddenly aware that I was walking in on a private conversation. On the other hand, I couldn’t walk away from the smell of freshly baked goods and brewed coffee. I inhaled the welcoming aromas.

Stella, Jessica said with a big smile, perhaps one of relief at my arrival.

It was too late to make a quiet exit. Jessica waved at me and I crossed the room to their table.

Good morning, I said, shaking hands upon introduction to her mother. I woke up thinking of you.

Why doesn’t that surprise me? Stella is stellar, said Jessica to her mother. I immediately liked the pun much better than Hound or Candle Lady.

Hopefully still stellar when you hear me out, I said, as if I were used to the nickname. I noticed the air is a bit crisper this weekend than we anticipated, and I’m wondering if you would prefer Option Three from the samples we tested for the scented candles. Since we’re linking the island to the wedding and the couple, I’ll gladly remake the gifts and unity candle, and have them to you this afternoon. No extra costs for you.

Jessica reached behind her and grabbed an unused china cup and saucer from an empty table.

Sit, she said, and patted an empty chair at their square table.

I sat.

Jessica poured a steaming cup of coffee that looked delicious and pushed it toward me.

I love that candle, Stella. I expect that it will remind me forever of this special weekend. Jessica suddenly got a little misty. In fact, I’m planning to order more so I can light them every year on Joe and my anniversary and we can tell the kids all about our wedding.

I already made you extras, I said, waving off my own set of waterworks. You’re sure you still like it?

She’s sure, said her mother, pouring a pack of sugar into her cup in a way that told us to cut out the sentiment before she lost it, too.

Come on, Jessica said to her mother. Let’s take a last look at the unity candle. Tomorrow it will be up on the altar.

No. You’ve made it clear. You’ve got everything covered, said Mrs. Sterling definitively. If Emily were here, she would understand the subtleties of this dynamic from years of experience, but I was winging it.

It’s no problem, I said, rising.

Please? Jessica said to her mother.

A deep love flickered across Mrs. Sterling’s otherwise controlled face as she looked at her daughter. I concluded in that moment that whatever issues Mrs. Sterling was having about her daughter’s wedding, she adored Jessica more than anything else in the world. She rose and adjusted her sweater.

It is a beautiful scent, Stella, said Mrs. Sterling. I like the seagrass note.

I beamed at the compliment, feeling that Mrs. Sterling did not hand them out lightly, and I led our small group to a room off the kitchen that had become the wedding’s staging and storage area. Given its size, it was more like a glorified closet, but it had a window and a good-sized worktable in the middle, plus lots of shelves along the walls to keep track of things in an organized way. I opened the door to find all of my boxes of candles and ten times more of Emily’s supplies. Yesterday, I’d placed the unity candle on a shelf in a shaded area of the room, but now, to my horror, I noticed that the shelf was empty.

Jessica, did someone move the unity candle? I asked. I wondered if perhaps it had been moved to the Siasconset Chapel about twenty minutes down the road, in anticipation of the evening’s rehearsal.

I took it to the Game Room to show Joe and the others last night. The bartender said he would return it safe and sound, said Jessica. Why?

Is there a problem? said Mrs. Sterling in full-on Mom mode that scared the socks off of me.

No, I said lightly. I picked up the phone to call the inn’s manager to find out if he had seen the candle, but Jessica motioned to me to hang up.

I bet Joe has it, she said. That’s so damn sweet. All I’ve done is tell him how much I love it. He probably didn’t trust the bartender to bring it back in here last night.

Jessica called Joe, and gushed a little. They were so cute. She hung up a moment later, however, looking confused.

Joe says he doesn’t have it.

Call Tony, said her mother, folding her arms. She looked at me. Have you met Tony Carlson?

I shook my head, although I knew she was referring to the best man. I also knew there were a total of five members of the Sterling-Handler wedding who had arrived last night. They were Jessica, Mrs. Sterling, Joe Handler, Tony Carlson, and Jessica’s uncle, Simon Sterling. As I understood it from Emily, Jessica’s father had died just over a year ago.

Tony probably had too much to drink last night and thought it would be funny to take it, said Mrs. Sterling.

Jessica dutifully called Tony. She apologized for waking him, then hung up looking more concerned.

No, again, she said.

Well, I can’t imagine what Simon would want with it, so someone at the hotel must have it, said Mrs. Sterling. Call the manager.

Let me call Simon, said Jessica. She flipped through her contacts, called, and waited. Then, she frowned, looked at her watch, and dialed again. "No answer. Maybe he has his phone on mute. I’ll knock. Mom, you look for the manager. Stella, can you come with me? I don’t know Simon Sterling very well. He’s my dad’s brother, but they were estranged so I’d never met him before last night. That probably sounds weird, but I need someone to walk me down the aisle. If for some reason he took the candle, though, I wouldn’t mind if you, um—"

I understand, I said. I’ll tell him we need it back so there’s no tension between you two.

She squeezed my arm in thanks as we headed up the stairs to the second floor. Ten paces down the hall, however, we heard a strange scratching noise against Uncle Simon’s door.

What’s that? said Jessica. She lagged behind me, but I forged ahead in search of my candle.

I knocked on the door.

Uncle Simon? Jessica said from behind me.

The scratching stopped for a moment. We both put our ears against the door. I don’t know why I did. I surely did not want to hear that noise again.

Uncle Simon? said Jessica, more loudly.

"Eeeeow," came an unmistakable sound from the other side of the door.

It was a cat. Not a quiet cat, but one with a screeching, horrible mew.

Excuse me, said Jessica to a passing housekeeper. The woman was Maude Duffy, a dear family friend whose son I used to babysit when I was in high school. Can you let me into this room? My uncle is staying in here, but we can’t seem to rouse him.

Maude looked at me and I gave her an all-go nod, so she fished

Reviews for Murder's No Votive Confidence

[jenniferrobb · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

3-3.5 stars--I don't think I've read any other books by this author (if there are any). I wondered if this was the first book of the series but didn't know for sure until I came here to write a review. I saw the book reviewed in BookPage.WARNING POTENTIAL SPOILERS-READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION:Stella is a chandler (candle maker). I have no idea how that occupation or her past equip her to investigate or solve mysteries (particularly a murder)--though I do understand her desire to clear her friend Bill's name and reputation. Then again, apparently there are few murders on Nantucket Island so perhaps the police aren't well equipped to investigate it either--though you would at least hope they had some classes on it during training/schooling. As in most of these genre mysteries, the so-called big shot detective with more experience who just happens to be on the island when the murder happens, doesn't seem very competent in his investigation--he keys in on one person, arrests him, and declares it done--no more evidence collection etc.I thought the author did a good job of giving multiple characters motives for the murder. I didn't really guess who the murderer was or why until close to when it was revealed.There seemed to be a lot of crime scene contamination when Simon's body was discovered. Tinker was a cute addition to the story. I liked that he was interactive but there wasn't some weird paranormal mystery solving cat angle to the story. Yes, he did direct Stella's attention to things once in a while, but it wasn't so over the top that you couldn't believe it could really happen.

[managedbybooks · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

The first in a new series, Murder's No Votive Confidence is the perfect cozy mystery for a rainy day. This was a fun and easy read, my favorite kind of book to brighten a drab day.

Nantucket candle store owner Stella Wright specializes in creating unique candles for every occasion. But someone sets the stage for murder when a Memorial Day celebration becomes a wedding to die for . . .

Jessica Sterling’s candlelight-themed nuptial promises to be the perfect kick-off to the summer’s first official holiday weekend. Stella’s thrilled to have been chosen to provide the decorative centerpiece for the wedding ceremony: a two-foot, tall scented unity candle—a symbol of the happy couple’s love. But it looks like the bride-to-be’s uncle won’t be walking his niece down the aisle after he’s found dead. The murder weapon is Stella’s seemingly indestructible candle, now split in two.

When a beloved local bartender is arrested, Stella’s sure a visiting police Captain running the case made a rush to justice. With superstitious brides-to-be cancelling orders and sales waxing and waning at her store, the Wick & Flame owner decides to do some sleuthing of her own. Abetted by a charming reporter and challenged by the town’s sexiest cop, Stella’s determined to shine a light on the truth and uncover a killer who’s snuffing out her own flame.

I enjoyed the setting and theme of this new series, but I felt there could be more depth to both the main and supporting characters.

*Book received from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review*

[linda.marsheells · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

3.5 stars cuz I did like it.....Nantucket ( my home state ), candles ( my obsession ) and ocean ( aside from my Joe- my true love ).However it was actually kinda flat for me. I know its a 'cozy', and as filler reading it fit the bill.

[lbswiener · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Cottage by the Sea is a sad story at times but ends on a very happy note. The story is about broken souls who have found each other. They have worked hard to make new and productive lives for themselves realizing all the time that life is difficult but with time one can heal. The book received four stars in this review.

[erinayin · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Here is a summary of what the book is about. Annie Marlow has been through the worst. Rocked by tragedy, she heads to the one place that makes her happy: Oceanside in the Pacific Northwest, the destination of many family vacations when Annie was a teenager.   Once there, Annie begins to restore her broken spirit, thanks in part to the folks she meets: a local painter, Keaton, whose large frame is equal to his big heart—and who helps Annie fix up her rental cottage by the sea; Mellie, the reclusive, prickly landlord Annie is determined to befriend; and Britt, a teenager with a terrible secret. But it is Keaton to whom Annie feels most drawn. His quiet, peaceful nature offers her both comfort and reprieve from her grief, and the two begin to grow closer.Then events threaten to undo the idyll Annie has come to enjoy. And when the opportunity of a lifetime lands in her lap, she is torn between the excitement of a new journey toward success and the safe and secure arms of the haven—and the man—she’s come to call home.In this heartwarming tale, Annie finds that the surest way to fix what is damaged within is to help others rise above their pain and find a way to heal.I have to been honest I started this book a year ago and forgot about it because I was busy with life. I enjoyed this book. I thought it was written very well. There are some twists and turns in the story. I just love Debbie Macomber books. Happy Reqding Everyone!

[lorikboyd · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Totally enjoyable read. Lovable and flawed characters. Misfits that fit together well. Book is just in time for summer, feel good weather.

Annie has dreams and a great group of close friends. As a typical 20-something, she doesn’t necessarily appreciate what she has till it’s gone. Shocking turn of events, leads her back to her happy place and a lovable, cast of characters.

Macomber doing what she does best. Thanks to NetGalley and the Publisher for this ARC. All opinions are mine.

[pennykaplan · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Macomber never disappoints. Not great writing and predictable but so enjoyable! Annie recovers from personal tragedy in a small town where she once found happiness.

[maydacat_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This novel is not what you normally expect from Debbie Macomber. It is filled with flawed and hurting characters. Annie has experienced a devasting tragedy, and relocates to find some peace. In her new surroundings, she meets others who are dealing with their own problems and mistakes. Together, they form a community and support each other. But the way is often rocky, and the correct path is not always easy to find. Ms. Macomber has again given her readers a thoughtful and meaningful tale of the human spirit.

[tatoosh-3 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

“Cottage by the Sea” is a routine romantic novel in which the primary characters all find someone to love and, after overcoming difficulties that threaten to scuttle the romance, the couples wind up together. The unstated implication is that they will live happily ever after. The primary female protagonist and a secondary female character were depicted as saints. The female sidekick has an irascible personality that is seldom bothersome because it allows the female protagonist to demonstrate her saintly qualities. As you can guess, the saint and the irascible curmudgeon become BFF.The treatment of the male characters is chauvinistic and superficial. The villains are unfeeling and hateful. The romantic targets of the saintly women are psychologically damaged, lack self-confidence and self-esteem, and are incapable of expressing their deeply held emotions. The primary problems the women had to overcome is the hyper sensitivity of the men to any hint of rejection. The men were able of move past these misunderstanding only after extensive begging and pleading, during which time the women demonstrate the patience of Job. If you’re looking for greater realism I suggest you visit the local cinema and take in a movie featuring one of the plethora of superheroes.The story would have been more interesting if Macomber had portrayed the men with greater nuance. Nevertheless, I found “Cottage by the Sea” to be enjoyable. It is a quick read, and the sunny, positive outlook on life is refreshing for the most part. The few setbacks the saintly women encountered are quickly and skillfully overcome. It’s a good book to curl up with by the fireplace on a dreary winter day.

[liscarey · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Annie Marlow, living in Los Angeles and working a s a physician's assistant, has plans with her cousin and some friends for Thanksgiving day. When her mother calls just a few days before wanting her to come home for Thanksgiving instead, Annie stands her ground, and refuses to change her plans at the last minute. For a variety of reasons, I am cheering her on at this point, but I also know that this is a precursor to major guilt.

Early on Thanksgiving morning, she is awakened by a phone call from her aunt. A mudslide has swept her parents' home, and entire neighborhood, into the river. Her parents, brother and sister-in-law, and toddler niece, are all dead.

She has to return to Washington to deal with awful aftermath, painfully drawn out because of the class action lawsuit that follows. Annie can't deal with that from Los Angeles, so she stays in Washington, struggling with guilt and depression as well as the legal complexities.

Finally, prodded by her cousin, Gabby, she gets away from Seattle, to the seaside town where her family rented a cottage every summer when she and her brother Mike were growing up. She manages, with some difficulty, to rent the same cottage, and lands a job at the local medical clinic.

Annie also meets Keaton, whom she met just once, the last summer her family vacationed there. Keaton is big, silent, and hard to get to know, yet they are drawn to each other.

Her landlady, Mellie Johnson, is even harder to get to know--a complete recluse, prickly, far more withdrawn than Keaton ever dreamed of being.

These three, plus Keaton's friend Preston, head of the local animal shelter, shouldn't be the start of a wonderful friendship, yet they are.

This is a very character-driven novel, and the characters, both the protagonists and the problem people in their lives, are complex and interesting. I was completely drawn in and needed to keep reading.

Recommended.

I received a free electronic galley of this book from the publisher via NetGalley.

[pam50627 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Debbie MacComber gives her readers well developed characters with realistic flaws & issues that engage our hearts & sympathies from the beginning. Keaton is considered an oddity because of his height, large build & extreme shyness. He doesn't like being put on the spot & stumbles over his words if he is. Annie is a wonderfully energetic teenager when we first meet her, an annoyed young woman next & last a depressed sad young woman fighting her way out of grief & trying to survive. These two are drawn to something in each other from the beginning. Annie also manages to bring secondary characters into her circle with their own flaws that she is able to help them with. I enjoyed going on Annie's journey back to life & happiness with her. Her character managed to draw Keaton & Mellie out of their respective shells & help them. There were several times I struggled to fight back tears, bite back laughter, & smile while reading. Ms. MacComber has managed to touch my heart with another terrific book.

[sandralb-1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I am a Debbie Macomber lover. If I see she has a new book, I want to read it. When I pick up one of her novels, I know I am going to get a clean sweet romance with family values and small town USA. I got that but so much more. Once I started I could not read it fast enough. There were some parts where I was either smiling or laughing out loud. Then there were others, let me just say, have your Kleenex handy. One decision can change your life. Annie is a very strong lovable heroine. She gets a second chance at starting over after losing everything. I am afraid to say anything more, I don't want to spoil the story for anyone. I would recommend reading this book. If you like Debbie Macomber and are familiar with her writing, this one is the best I've read. I loved this book. I received this book from Ballentine Publishing through Net Galleys. The opinion expressed in this review is completely my own.

[jbarr5 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Cottage by the Sea by Debbie Macomber#CottageByTheSea #NetGalleyStarts with works by the author. Story starts out with a glimpse of a summer day and Annie is leaving but she's left an impression on the almost 7ft tall Kenton.Annie is a physician assistant in southern CA and she's supposed to go home to the northwest coast sooner than for Christmas. Her brother, would be there with his wife, Kelly and child, Bella.Her cousin Gabby would be arriving soon and they'd be spending Thanksgiving together in southern CA. They wake to a call telling them her parents house had slid down a hill and nothing was left-they were all gone, parents, brother and his family. We called our daughter when we saw this on the real news to find out if they were ok as it was in the same area they live-they had driven by the place but the road had been closed and detours were up, devastation had already happened...11 months later and she finds her moving back to Seattle, waiting for attorneys and body remains....they encourage her to envision a happy place til she recalls the summer trip...her first kiss, at the cottage at the sea...With an opening she nails the job of PA and is able to rent the cottage with Kenton's help. She remembers him and Melly.Like how she gets others together as they both need help from one another. She finds herself in a heap of trouble by intruding on others...love prescious treasures Keaton has given her.She is given a chance of a lifetime and you listen to her talk to others to help her decide which path to take...also love how she helps Mellie with her problems...get such good feelings reading this.Unpredictable, many twists along the way, good all around read.Received this review copy from the author via NetGalley Random House Publishing Group - Ballantine Ballantine Books and this is my honest opinion.

[alekee_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

he author grabbed my attention right from the beginning, and what a beginning, have the tissues handy.Trying to find peace, going to a happy spot, this is what brings Annie Marlow back to Oceanside, and an entirely new start on her shattered life.I loved these characters and they all seemed so real, and they meld together beautifully, hurting yes, but so much compassion for those less fortunate.I do have to admit, I couldn’t put this one down, and now I’m sad that the page turning is over, I wanted even more, even with the epilogue!I received this book through Net Galley and the Publisher Ballantine Books, and was not required to give a positive review.

[susan0316 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

You can always depend on Debbie Macomber to bring her readers enjoyable books with great characters and romance. She certainly provided all of those in her new book Cottage by the Sea. Her newer books are more than just romance - in this book she discusses teenage pregnancy and abuse, both physical and mental.After Annie's entire family dies in an accident, she it unable to move ahead with her life. She can't work and she is unable to find any happiness in life. Then she realizes that she needs to find somewhere in her life that made her happy in the past. When she visits the sea side village where she spent time in the summers when she was a kid, she feels the first contentment that she has in months. She gets a job, rents a house and becomes part of the community. She finds that by helping other people with their problems, she is able to find happiness in her life. She realizes that she now has a new family - the people she cares about and who care about her.This was a quick read and a perfect book for a hot summer day at the beach or pool.

[ethel55_1 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Annie Marlow is trying to recover from a horrible family tragedy. She thinks she has found the perfect place, Oceanside, a small beachside community her family spent happy summers at during her youth. As the long awaited Physician's Assistant at the local clinic, she is immediately immersed in a lot of the goings on around town. Although the story has a lot of sadness for many characters in the book, overall, it is a hopeful read.