Sea Glass Cottage (A Hope Harbor Novel Book #8): A Hope Harbor Novel

By Irene Hannon

Christi Reece is desperate. The one-time golden girl's life has tarnished, and a cascade of setbacks has left her reeling. She needs help, and she's certain Jack Colby is in a position to provide it.

When she shows up in Hope Harbor, however, Jack wants nothing to do with the woman who betrayed him. He's built a new life on the Oregon coast--and there's no room in it for Christi, even after she takes refuge in a charming but mysterious cottage nearby. Yet it soon becomes apparent his opinion of her may need revising . . . especially when he ends up needing her help.

Can these two hurting souls make peace with their past and open their hearts to a new beginning?

Come home to Hope Harbor--where hearts heal . . . and love blooms.

Bestselling and award-winning author Irene Hannon delivers another heartwarming and romantic story set in the enchanting seaside community of Hope Harbor that is loved by readers the world over. Once you visit, you'll never want to leave.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
• Release date: Apr 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781493434145

Irene Hannon

Two-time RITA Award winner Irene Hannon is the bestselling author of 40+ romance and romantic suspense novels. She has also won a National Readers’ Choice Award, a Carol Award, a HOLT Medallion, a Daphne du Maurier Award and 2 Reviewers’ Choice Awards from RT Book Reviews. Booklist named one of her novels a “Top 10 Inspirational Fiction” title for 2011. Visit www.irenehannon.com.

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Praise for Blackberry Beach

Both series fans and newcomers will delight in the tender romance and comforting atmosphere.

Publishers Weekly

Hannon’s town of second chances continues to inspire sweet love stories like those in Debbie Macomber’s Blossom Street books.

Booklist

"Blackberry Beach clearly showcases author Irene Hannon’s complete mastery of the Christian romance genre with its deftly crafted characters and memorable, narrative-driven storyline."

Midwest Book Review

Two charming romances, a lovely small-town setting near the ocean, gentle inspirational messages, and well-drawn characters. A wonderful gem.

All About Romance

Delivers all the heart and hope and second chances that have become trademark with the series.

Best Reads

Praise for Starfish Pier

With its nicely interwoven faith elements, Hannon’s multifaceted return to Hope Harbor focuses on how forgiving oneself is as important for healing as forgiveness from others. Series fans will be overjoyed by this complex, stirring tale.

Publishers Weekly

The restful location and quirky townsfolk are sure to be soothing to those who enjoy Christian romances set in small towns.

Library Journal

A pitch-perfect contemporary romance novel by a gifted author who is a complete master of the genre.

Midwest Book Review

Praise for Driftwood Bay

Readers will delight in this pleasant romance. Hannon’s take on loss and survival is simpatico with Debbie Macomber’s Blossom Street series.

Booklist

Full of faith and characters that readers will want to root for until the end.

Publishers Weekly

Character-driven, thought-provoking, and highly recommended for connoisseurs of the genre.

Midwest Book Review

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Books by Irene Hannon

HEROES OF QUANTICO

Against All Odds

An Eye for an Eye

In Harm’s Way

GUARDIANS OF JUSTICE

Fatal Judgment

Deadly Pursuit

Lethal Legacy

PRIVATE JUSTICE

Vanished

Trapped

Deceived

MEN OF VALOR

Buried Secrets

Thin Ice

Tangled Webs

CODE OF HONOR

Dangerous Illusions

Hidden Peril

Dark Ambitions

TRIPLE THREAT

Point of Danger

Labyrinth of Lies

HOPE HARBOR

Hope Harbor

Sea Rose Lane

Sandpiper Cove

Pelican Point

Driftwood Bay

Starfish Pier

Blackberry Beach

Sea Glass Cottage

STANDALONE NOVELS

That Certain Summer

One Perfect Spring

© 2022 by Irene Hannon

Published by Revell

a division of Baker Publishing Group

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Ebook edition created 2022

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.

ISBN 978-1-4934-3414-5

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Baker Publishing Group publications use paper produced from sustainable forestry practices and post-consumer waste whenever possible.

To Monsignor John Leykam

(aka Father Sean Murphy Lynch Leykam)—

Thank you for all your kindness to my father

through the years.

Your esteem and affection warmed his heart—

and it was mutual.

And to Margie Meyers—

With gratitude for your many

thoughtful gestures and the gracious hospitality

that fed not only his body but his soul.

Dad was blessed by the gift of both your friendships—

as am I.

Contents

Cover

Endorsements

Hope Harbor

Downtown Hope Harbor

Half Title Page

Books by Irene Hannon

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

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Epilogue

Sneak Peek of the Triple Threat Series Conclusion

Author’s Note

About the Author

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1

Asking for help from a man who hated you was hard.

Really hard.

But she was out of options.

Jack Colby was her last resort.

Despite the cool Oregon breeze tripping along Dockside Drive, a bead of sweat trickled down Christi Reece’s temple as Jack completed his purchase at the stand on the wharf. Prying one white-knuckled hand off the steering wheel, she inhaled a lungful of the briny Hope Harbor air and swiped away the external evidence of her nervousness. Thankfully she alone was privy to the pretzel twist in her stomach and the erratic lurch of her heart.

A savory aroma wafted toward her from the white truck that had been Jack’s destination on this sunny end-of-April afternoon, setting off a rumble in her stomach. But eating was low priority—even if her last meal hours ago had consisted of a stale bagel and gas station coffee.

The man she’d driven thirty-plus hours to see lingered to exchange a few words with the cook, who adjusted the baseball cap over his long gray ponytail as the two shared a laugh.

Still smiling, Jack lifted a hand in farewell, picked up the brown bag containing his order, and strolled her direction.

Unless time had softened his heart, however, he wouldn’t be smiling for long.

Pulse pounding, Christi fumbled with the handle on the older-model Nissan that had carried her more than two thousand miles. Pushed the door open. Swung her shaky legs to the pavement, praying they wouldn’t fold.

Jack gave her a casual glance as she slid from behind the wheel and stood. The kind you bestowed on a stranger who happened to catch your momentary attention.

No hint of recognition flickered in his eyes.

A twinge of disappointment nipped at her—but that was foolish. Eleven years had passed. Her once-long hair had been cropped to shoulder length, and she didn’t lighten the dark blond hue anymore. Oversized sunglasses hid most of her face. And life had taken a toll. The frothy twenty-year-old college student he’d known—and loved—was long gone.

Jack’s pace slowed, as if he’d realized there was more to this encounter than chance.

Her cue to move forward.

Squeezing her fingers into tight fists, she approached him. Unlike her, he’d benefitted from the passage of time. The handsome twenty-three-year-old who’d brightened that carefree summer had filled out. Matured. Acquired an intriguing aura of worldliness that enhanced the considerable appeal she’d once found difficult to resist.

Christi stopped a few feet away and tried to fill her uncooperative lungs. Hello, Jack. The greeting came out a bit husky, thanks to the tail end of the cold she’d been fighting for the past week.

His smile evaporated, and a pair of crevices creased his brow. I’m sorry. Have we met?

Still no glimmer of recognition.

It’s been a while. She drew a shaky breath and removed her sunglasses. Christi Reece.

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As the name of the woman who’d once stolen his heart—then trampled on it—reverberated in the quiet, peaceful air of the town he now called home, Jack’s lungs locked.

Christi Reece, here?

Impossible.

Yet as he scrutinized her, reality smacked him in the face. Her hair was shorter and not as blond, and a decade of living had snuffed some of the youthful glow from her complexion, added a smudge of shadow beneath her lush lower lashes. But the brilliant cornflower blue of her eyes remained undimmed, and those full lips that had caressed his with eager abandon looked as soft as ever despite a slight droop at the corners.

It was her, even if her voice was deeper than he remembered.

His stomach bottomed out, and he swallowed past the sudden bitter taste in his mouth.

Why, after all these years, had she invaded his turf? Tainted the new life he’d created far from his Midwest roots? Resurrected the memories he’d banished of the day his world had crumbled?

He gritted his teeth, his appetite vanishing despite the savory aroma of Charley’s tacos wafting up from the bag clenched in his fingers.

What are you doing here? If the question came out harsher and more resentful than he intended, so be it. The sentiment was spot-on.

She tucked a lank strand of hair behind one ear. I came to see you. To t-talk to you.

He frowned at the subtle stammer. Christi Reece, nervous?

Major disconnect.

With her wealth and privileged upbringing, she’d always possessed an overabundance of confidence and composure. What was going on?

But curiosity wasn’t sufficient motive to extend this conversation or probe for particulars.

I have nothing to say to you. He pulled out his shades, slid them on, and prepared to make a fast exit.

As if sensing his intent, she took a step closer, palms extended in a placating gesture. Look, I know I hurt you. I know what I did was wrong. Worse than wrong. It was unconscionable. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t regretted my behavior. If I could fix the damage, I would.

He steeled himself against the trace of tears in her voice. What happened between us is ancient history. If you came here for closure, consider it done. He turned on his heel and walked away.

Wait! Please!

Please?

He faltered midstride.

That word hadn’t been in her vocabulary eleven years ago. Christi Reece had known how to cajole and sweet-talk her way into getting whatever she wanted, but she’d never resorted to pleading.

Keep walking, Colby. You know she’s a master manipulator. Don’t be fooled again.

He resumed his retreat.

Please, Jack. I need help, and I-I don’t have anywhere else to t-turn.

He hesitated again—and bit back a term that would have shocked his mother.

How could this woman who’d used him and hurt him still have the power to get under his skin?

But he’d always been a sucker for people in trouble—especially desperate ones.

And Christi sounded desperate.

Bracing, he slowly angled back.

Big mistake.

She’d followed him, stopping touching distance away. A brimming tear was poised to spill down her cheek.

A knot formed in his gut, and he took a quick step back.

Didn’t help.

Seeing this once-poised, self-assured woman reduced to tears activated a potent—and unwanted—protective instinct.

What kind of help? He shifted into the intimidating, wide-legged stance that served him well as a cop, shoring up his resolve to keep his distance.

I need money. A loan. I’ll pay it back as fast as I can. With interest.

Silence fell between them as he tried to process her request. Failed.

Why would a woman from her wealthy background need money?

You’ll have to explain that to me.

I just did. I need money.

Why don’t you ask your father?

Her throat worked. He died six years ago.

Hard as he tried to quash it, a brief surge of sympathy swept over him. Losing her father would have been tough. Hard-nosed and snooty as the man had been, he’d doted on Christi. They’d been as tight as father and daughter could be. As she’d told him during that golden summer, it had been the two of them against the world after her mother died when she was ten.

Good as David Reece’s intentions may have been, however, giving his daughter everything she wanted had been a mistake. All he’d done was create a spoiled little rich girl—and a spoiled big rich girl.

Water under the bridge now. What was done was done.

But in light of her father’s generosity to his only offspring, why was she having money problems? As his sole heir, she should have inherited his estate.

Are you telling me your father didn’t leave you well fixed?

She moistened her lips. His businesses weren’t as successful near the end.

He cocked his head. As I recall, you had a penchant for designer clothes, first-class trips to Europe, and high-end resorts. Did you squander the inheritance?

A shaft of pain darted through her eyes, and she dropped her gaze. Picked at a piece of lint on her jacket. No.

Then why do you need money?

Like I said, he didn’t leave me as much as you may think.

But he left you what he had.

Yes.

What happened to the money?

It’s a long story.

And not one she intended to share.

Message received.

He switched gears. Why come to me of all people? He at least deserved an answer to that question.

She watched two seagulls flutter down and snuggle up together ten feet away. Because you cared for me, once.

He wasn’t going to fall for the hint of wistfulness in her inflection that suggested she’d harbored feelings for him too, back then. He knew better.

Like I said, that’s ancient history. Over and forgotten. He used his most dismissive tone.

She searched his face, her voice soft but certain as she responded. If that were true, you wouldn’t still be angry with me.

Checkmate.

But no way was he going to admit she had the power to rouse emotions in him—of any kind—after more than a decade.

I’m not angry. Liar, liar. "But I am in a hurry. Also not true. His night shift didn’t start for hours. How much money are you talking about?" Not that it mattered. Of course he wasn’t giving her a loan. But refocusing the conversation on her request would deflect attention away from the sudden, simmering anger she’d detected. Anger he thought he’d long ago put to rest.

She transferred her weight from one foot to the other and gave him the amount.

Not paltry—but not a fortune either. Well under six figures. Less than the amount her father had dropped on her each year as he indulged her every whim.

Strange how their situations had reversed. He could write a check for that total and never miss it.

But she didn’t know that.

Or did she?

He narrowed his eyes. That’s a chunk of change. What makes you think I have that kind of money?

I saw your debut book in the library two weeks ago, on the bestseller rack. Her gaze didn’t waver, suggesting she was telling the truth. I picked it up because the title intrigued me, and when I flipped it over, I saw your photo on the back. The name didn’t match, but I knew it was you. I remembered you telling me you wanted to write a book someday. Finding it on that shelf was like a sign from above. An answer to my prayers for guidance.

He didn’t attempt to hide his skepticism. Since when did you get religion?

I’ve learned a few things through the years.

Like what? The question spilled out before he could stop it, and he threw up a hand. Never mind. Not interested. How did you track me down?

"It wasn’t hard. The author bio said you lived in the Pacific Northwest. That narrowed the search—and the internet is an amazing tool. I didn’t find any mention of a wife who might object to a loan, and I know your family is gone. I figured a New York Times bestseller would have the financial resources to help me."

A common misperception. She may have researched him, but she hadn’t done her homework on author income.

A bestselling book sounds more impressive than it is. In general, you have to write them consistently to get rich. Most authors have day jobs.

Do you?

Yes. However, the stellar performance of his first novel had led to significant income far beyond his advance. And the lucrative three-book contract that had followed would provide a cozy cushion for his future unless he decided to live the high life—which was not in his plans.

But he didn’t have to share any of that with Christi.

Some of the color leeched from her cheeks. "I knew you might refuse because you didn’t want to help me, but I never thought it would be because you couldn’t." She rubbed her temple, her tension almost palpable.

I didn’t say that.

You implied it.

Yeah, he had—and a man in his profession shouldn’t shade the truth.

My book’s done well—and more are coming. He left it at that. Why do you need such a large sum of money?

I have an obligation to fulfill.

The two seagulls stood and waddled closer, watching the human drama with their unblinking avian eyes.

Weird.

Why weren’t they heckling tourists for handouts or hanging around the fishing boats in the harbor like normal gulls?

I’m sorry you have financial issues. The comment was perfunctory at best. Her mess wasn’t his problem. But you were always adept at getting what you wanted. I imagine that skill will see you through this crisis.

Her lips quivered. I don’t have anywhere else to turn, Jack. If I did, I wouldn’t be here. You were my last hope.

Were.

Past tense.

He didn’t much like the sound of that. Desperate people could take desperate actions.

But again—not his problem.

He took another step back. I’m sure you’ll come up with something.

One of the gulls at his feet fluttered its wings, gave him a beady-eyed stare, and emitted a raucous squawk that sounded like a rebuke.

He stifled a snort. As if seagulls were capable of such a reaction. No doubt the bird was hoping for a scrap from his fish tacos. A handout.

Kind of like what the woman across from him was after.

They were both out of luck.

Christi’s shoulders slumped, and dejection radiated from her. I knew the odds were against me, but I didn’t have anything to lose by asking except gas money.

A few beats passed. There was nothing else to say—unless he offered her the loan she’d asked for.

Not happening.

Tightening his grip on the cooling tacos, he spun away and strode toward his Jeep. He was not going to look back. Literally or figuratively.

Christi Reece was part of his past, and that’s where she’d stay. He’d moved on, built a life he enjoyed, achieved his dream to write a bestselling crime thriller. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

And he wasn’t about to let the woman it had taken him years to expunge from his dreams barge in and disrupt his peace of mind and placid existence.

Even if the dormant emotions she’d awakened were already messing with both.

2

The man she’d pinned her hopes on didn’t look back at her. Not once. He slid behind the wheel of his Jeep, started the engine, and drove away.

Vision blurring, Christi swiped off the tear trailing down her cheek as the tiny flame of hope in her heart flickered and went out. But what else had she expected, really? The image of the hurt and disillusionment in his eyes the day she’d betrayed him was seared into her brain, as clear as if the incident had happened yesterday. And while time could dull pain, wounds often lingered in memory—as his obviously had. It was clear forgive and forget weren’t in his vocabulary. At least not for her.

The two seagulls who’d witnessed their exchange inched closer, and she sighed. It was hard not to envy them their uncomplicated life. Birds didn’t have to worry about paying bills or guilt or complicated relationships. And if life got tough, they could soar into the sky and fly far away from their problems.

Christi angled back toward the road and watched the taillights of Jack’s Jeep disappear around a corner. In hindsight, it had been foolish to let the discovery of his novel send her on a cross-country wild-goose chase. The book hadn’t been a sign from above to track him down. It had been a fluke. Hope Harbor wasn’t going to live up to its name for her.

So what was she supposed to do now?

She glanced up at the late-afternoon sky, where billowy white clouds were scuttling across the blue expanse.

Lord, please show me what to do next. The clock is ticking for Tasha. If I can’t come up with a solution, she’ll—

Good afternoon.

Christi jerked and swung around.

The guy from the taco stand ambled toward her, smiling. Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I saw you talking to Jack and wanted to welcome you to our charming town. I’m Charley Lopez—better known in Hope Harbor as the taco man. He extended a hand as he inclined his head toward the white food trailer, where his first name was emblazoned in colorful letters above the now-closed serving window.

She rubbed her palm on her jeans and returned his warm clasp. Thanks, but I’m just passing through.

Sorry to hear that. This is a wonderful, welcoming community. How long are you planning to stay?

Excellent question.

If she could, she’d leave this minute. But fatigue was turning her mind—and her muscles—to mush after her marathon drive from Dallas. Before she hit the road again, she needed a cheap place to crash and a decent meal. Perhaps sleep and food would clear the muddle from her brain.

I guess I’ll be here until tomorrow.

If you don’t have accommodations lined up yet, may I suggest the Gull Motel? He motioned up the hill above the harbor. Nothing fancy but clean and easy on the pocketbook. And if you want to take in a fantastic view while you’re here, I’d recommend Pelican Point lighthouse. He swept a hand the other direction, toward the sea. You can’t miss the road to the point. It’s a few minutes up Highway 101. On a clear day like this, you should be able to see for miles. It’s a terrific spot for thinking . . . or sorting through problems.

Christi scrutinized him. His tone was conversational, but warmth and caring radiated from his insightful dark brown eyes. Almost as if he was aware she was searching for guidance.

Get a grip, Christi. You’re reading far too much into this exchange. The man is being friendly, nothing more.

She forced up the corners of her mouth. Thanks for the recommendations.

My pleasure. He lifted a brown bag like the kind Jack had been toting. This one was also emitting a heavenly aroma. I have an extra order of tacos that could use a home. Can I convince you to take them off my hands?

Her nose twitched as he swung the bag back and forth. Tempting—but the peanut butter crackers in the car would have to suffice for dinner. The balance in her bank account was in the danger zone, and takeout food could be expensive.

Um . . . I have snacks in my car.

A fan of lines appeared in the weathered skin at the corners of the man’s eyes. Not as tasty as my tacos, I bet.

No question about it, given the delectable aroma that had jump-started her salivary glands.

How much are they?

First order is always on the house.

She did a double take. You give free tacos to everyone who passes through?

Not as a rule. Mostly to newcomers who plan to stick around. But these are extra, and they’re either going to you or to Floyd and Gladys. He nodded toward the seagull couple hovering nearby.

She inspected the duo, a touch of amusement tickling her funny bone despite her glum mood. The birds have names?

All of God’s creatures have names.

O-kay. This guy was a character. But he seemed genuine—and harmless.

I wouldn’t want to deprive your friends of a treat.

Floyd and Gladys won’t mind. They know I’ll make it up to them tomorrow. Right, you two? He directed his question to the birds.

One of them gave a laugh-like cackle, and the other ruffled its feathers. A moment later, in a flutter of wings, they were airborne and flying toward the harbor.

Charley held the bag out to her.

As her stomach rumbled, she caved. For once she’d accept a handout. After the disappointing results of her long trek to Oregon, this stranger’s kindness was a balm to her soul.

Thank you. She took the offering.

If you’re not in a hurry, you may want to mosey up to Pelican Point to enjoy them. It’s a world-class view, and at this hour on a weekday you should have the vista all to yourself. The tacos will stay warm for the short drive.

I may do that. If she could convince her growling stomach to wait five or ten more minutes for nourishment.

Charley adjusted his Ducks baseball cap. I hope you have a pleasant stay, however long you’re in our fair town. And I’ll be cooking again tomorrow if you get another hankering for my tacos—or want any more information about Hope Harbor.

I appreciate that. But I expect I’ll be on my way early.

If your plans change, you know where to find me. He touched the brim of his cap and wandered down the wharf.

She watched him leave, a tiny smile hovering at her lips. What a pleasant man. Much more agreeable than the other occupant of the town she’d encountered.

Too bad Charley the taco man wasn’t in a position to offer her a loan. He seemed like the type who’d give someone the benefit of the doubt—and a second chance.

The type Jack had once been.

But she’d been a fool to expect miracles—and that’s what it would take to soften his heart.

Banishing those depressing thoughts, she considered Charley’s suggestion. She could chow down here rather than drive up to the lighthouse. The benches spaced along the wharf, flanked by overflowing flower boxes, were inviting—and the scene was restful.

Yet solitude and a panoramic view were appealing. Perhaps up at the lighthouse, with nothing but sky and sea around her, she’d find direction—and clarity.

Less than ten minutes later, after traversing the two-lane road that wound past an occasional house tucked among the trees, she emerged at the headland.

The vista, as Charley had promised, was stunning.

Bag of tacos in hand, she struck out down the path from the parking lot to the lighthouse. After choosing one of the benches that offered a sweeping view of the sea, she slid her arms into the sleeves of her jacket and opened Charley’s bag. Inside she found three packets wrapped in white butcher paper, along with a bottle of water.

Her throat tightened, and she blinked to clear her vision. The timing of the unexpected gift—and the man’s kindness—couldn’t have been more providential. Maybe she didn’t know where she was going from here, or what tomorrow held, but for this moment she would be thankful for the small blessing that had graced her day.

One bite into her first fish taco, Christi’s eyes widened. This wasn’t an ordinary taco. It was a gourmet delight, filled with rich goodness, capped off with a zing from whatever spices and sauce the man had used.

Scratch small blessing. This taco was magic.

She savored the delicious trio, stretching out her dinner as long as she could. Even after the last morsel was gone, she lingered on the bench, letting the peace of the setting seep into her soul.

Only when fog began to roll in, obscuring the blue sky and dimming the light from the setting sun, did she stand. It was time to find the motel Charley had mentioned—and pray the price was as reasonable as he’d implied. After spending last night in the car at a rest stop while she caught a few hours of sleep in the midst of her marathon drive, a shower and a real bed would be heaven.

Crimping the top of the bag in her fingers, she turned and—

Oh. My.

Fog was descending around her. Fast. Already the gravel path to the parking lot was half obscured.

A sinuous swirl of cool vapor enveloped her, and she set off at a fast jog, tossing her trash

Reviews for Sea Glass Cottage (A Hope Harbor Novel Book #8)

[lifeofliterature · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Full of hope and heart, this novel has all the elements of a great romantic fiction novel. I was thrilled to once again return to the peaceful seaside town of Hope Harbor; it’s great to revisit some of my favorites from past novels in the series. I loved the growth of the characters and the development of their relationship. I liked that they had a past together that then develops upon their reunion in Hope Harbor. What I loved the most about this novel, however, is the clear message of forgiveness, hope, and restoration woven among each page and springing off the pages to my own life. I really enjoy how the author draws me into her characters and her settings with ease and I am so glad this series has continued! Highly recommended!I received a complimentary copy of this book from Revell Publishing. Opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own.

[peggy.s · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Another wonderful trip to Hope Harbor! As in the other books in Irene Hannon's series, this book has a beautiful setting, likeable characters, and a good storyline. It is nice to read a book that is not a thriller or a WWII drama! Although this book is part of a series, it also makes a great stand-alone. I received this book through the LibraryThing's Early Reviewer's program in exchange for a fair rating/review.

[virginia51-1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I love the Hope Harbor series and this has been one of my favorite stories in the series. Christi and Jack reconnect in this story and this is a beautiful romance. There are ups and downs and they each end up helping the other. I always love Charley Lopez and the pair of seagulls. I did not want to put this book down. I received a copy of this book from Revell for a fair and honest opinion that I gave of my own free will.

[pdianeb · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Once again, Irene Hannon takes us back to Hope Harbor on the Oregon coast. This time the story is about Christi Reece and Jack Colby. Christi comes to Hope Harbor to request help from Jack - but he's not too happy to see her. They have to work through some uncomfortable memories and difficult obstacles, but with God's help, there is a satisfactory conclusion. One of the things I enjoy most about this series is that you see characters from previous books. Keep in mind, though, that you can pick up any book in any order. This was a nice easy book to read - with no fear of bad language or sex scenes. Very enjoyable.

[eccl-3 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Sea Glass Cottage, by Irene Hannon, is book eight in the Hope Harbor Novel series. This is a wonderful series to read to just get away for a while. This is a well written, easy to read story with strong characters. Jack and Christi have a past and are given a second chance. Beth and Steve have separated after the death of their son.This is a good story. I especially enjoyed catching up with characters in past novels. Charley the taco maker is a loving person who helps Beth and Steve. The towns two pastors give humor to the story. There is mystery surrounding the owner of the home Christi lives in. It was enjoyable to see the growth and independence Christi has gone through. And to see the results of that one night years ago for Jack. I especially enjoyed how diligently Steve worked to try to repair his marriage.I voluntarily received a complimentary copy of this book through the Revell Reads Blogger Program. This is my honest review.

[sdbookhound · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

New Release - April 2022Sea Glass Cottage by Irene HannonThis book was a lovely second chance romance. I had never read an Irene Hannon book before, so wasn't sure what to expect. I found her writing style very easy to read and comfortable. This book is part of a larger series, but at no time did I feel like I was missing out from not reading the previous books. The main characters both had difficulties to overcome before they could begin the next stage of their lives, but the angst was very low key. At times I wished for a little more detail or interaction, but, overall, I enjoyed the book and will look into more titles by this author. My sincere thanks to the publisher and Library Thing Early Reviewers for the opportunity to read the book and give my opinion of it.

[khiemstra631 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Irene Hannon has written her eighth book in the Hope Harbor Series. Of course, the usual characters appear in the book, Charley the taco man/artist/philosopher and the two clergymen. This book focuses on two couples who already have established relationships: Christy and Jake were together eleven years ago but then separated abruptly. Beth and Steve were married for twenty-five years and then separated after a devastating life event. Of course, the book centers on reuniting these two couples with some other feel-good events thrown in to make a good story. For those who like heart-warming fiction, this book totally fits the label.

[anne_rightler-1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Sea Glass Cottage by Irene Hannon is the 8th book in her Hope Harbor series. It reads well as a stand-alone story but I'm guessing had I read the previous books it would've seemed as if I was coming home to visit. The characters are people I'd love to know and have as friends, especially Charley, the taco man who seems to be an angel in disguise. With themes of second chance at love, new found family and friends, and renewed faith, readers who enjoy charming contemporary romance stories will not want to miss Sea Glass Cottage. I'm off to find more books from the series. I won a complimentary advanced reading copy of the book from LibraryThing and was not required to write a review. The opinions are my own.

[alekee_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Back in Hope Harbor! Yes, when I saw another installment in this series, I had to read it!Irene Hannon writes like she is giving tight warm hugs, and I couldn't wait to page turn this one.We all have regrets! Yes, things we would love for do overs! This read is about second chances, will they succeed? We get to be there, and hope that things turn out right!Come and say hello to old friends, and new, and especially Charlie, still want the taco, and Floyd and Gladys and Harpo!Make sure you read the epilogue!I received this book through Net Galley and the Publisher Revell, and was not required to give a positive review.

[grammy57 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I requested to read and review this book through LibraryThing and am happy I was chosen.This is not the first book in the Hope Harbor series I have read and it won't be the last. The series does not have to be read in any order as each book introduces new residents of Hope Harbor and their stories.This was an ARC version and the editing was very well done. The characters were well developed and believable.The story flowed well and was mostly believable. It is a Christian book that does not preach at you but does show how the characters turn to God in trust to help them with their problems.Irene Hannon is a gifted author and you will not be disappointed in this book.

[milibrarian · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

The eighth Hope Harbor novel tells the stories of two broken couples. Christie deepley hurt the man who loved her more than a decade earlier. Now they are both residents of Hope Harbor, but Jack no longer trusts her. But when he needs help with a 10-year-old he never met and she needs a loan, they become reacquainted.At the same time Steve and Beth have separated after the death of their son. As Steve deals with his guilt of his mistakes as a father, he also befriends a young boy in foster care.Can both Christie and Steve prove that they have changed and learned from their mistakes to regain the trust of Jack and Beth? This is an enjoyable romance which can be read as either part of the series or as a standalone.

[tealadytoo · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This was a lovely book, 8th in Irene Hannon's Hope Harbor series set in coastal Oregon. This series is quieter and more heartwarming than her romantic suspense novels, in the best "feel good" tradition. This book focuses on two couples who are estranged. The primary couple, Jack and Christie, had a youthful summer romance that went bad years ago due to Christie's immaturity and self-centeredness. Life has taught her difficult lessons and she has changed radically. We watch Jack struggle to believe that people can change and to find forgiveness. We also have Beth and Steve, and married couple who separated after the death of their teenage son. Beth blames her husband for trying to force their son into an athletic mold against his inclinations, especially since he died of an undiagnosed heart defect while on a strenuous camping trip with his dad. She too struggles with anger and forgiveness. Nothing is resolved with a dramatic bolt of lightning, just a gradual healing process. It's very well done. And we get to meet some our Hope Harbor favorites, of course, Charley of the taco stand, Floyd and Gladys the seagulls, and many other. Recommended for those in the mood for a small-town story with a warm heart.I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

[macnoid · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I was so excited to see another Hope Harbor novel in the recent batch of early reviewers books, and even more delighted when I got the notice that I had won this book! Last year, I won Blackberry Beach, book 7, and read it without having read any of the other books in the series. I loved that book so much, I read the other 6 books one after the other til I'd read them all! Now I can't wait for book 9!! The charming little community of Hope Harbor, on the Oregon coast is part of the draw.... it sounds absolutely beautiful, but the people are what make the community so special. There is such caring, and community spirit there. That is so inviting! The banter of the priest and the paster always make me smile, but it is Charley who is my favorite. He always seems to be in the right place at the right time to offer encouragement and share his sage wisdom...gently . He portrays Christianity in the way it should be lived, and in this book he even gives an explanation .... he was taught to 'live' his religion, not just talk about it or quote scriptures, or 'be religious'. He truly loves people, and always seems to have insight into what is troubling them, and always has the most thought provoking things to say in such a kind way, that rather than people getting irritated or walking away, they listen, and mull over his comments. He's such a gentle spirit, you can't help but wish you had a Charley in your life. His comments cause people to look at themselves and the situation they are in, in a new light and with growing understanding. Charley definitely has a profound effect on people for their good! Each of these Hope Harbor books centers around a couple of people who are facing change, are discouraged, wounded, or at some big turning point in their life. They end up in Hope Harbor for one reason or another, and find encouragement and a place to call home....and sort out their life. And of course, there is often some romance! In Sea Glass cottage, it is the story of Christi and Jack, who had a romance when they were young, but that had an abrupt unpleasant end; now they meet again, but will they ever trust each other again? It's also the story of a resident couple, Steve and Beth, who have suffered a painful loss, and it has torn their marriage apart. You will hope for them to get back together, too, but healing after loss is a slow process. Also, in each book, you will meet some delightful resident seagulls named Floyd and Gladys, and a pelican named Harpo. They have their parts to play, too! These are such positive uplifting stories, and I don't doubt that many readers also learn from Charley's advice/wisdom, as they will see their own struggles in some of the characters. I've gained insight myself! One thing I love about these books, is that the people who were the main topic in each story often have a part to play in the following stories set in Hope Harbor, so you can catch up on what's going on their lives, again.. But my memory isn't as good as it used to be, and it often takes me awhile to remember who is who, especially when there are months between books, and I've read more books in between. The only request I would put out there to the author is to put a 'list of'who's who' and a bit of their back-story in the front of every book.. the main characters in the current book but also main characters in preceding books, since they often show up in later books, too. I am happy to have been given an early reviewers copy of this book to read, and to review. This was a heartwarming story that kept my interest so much that I started it one evening and finished it the next! My only regret is that I now have to wait for the next book!

[maydacat_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Hope Harbor is just what the name suggests: a place to find hope and perhaps healing and peace. Christi hopes to secure a loan from an old acquaintance, someone whom she hasn’t seen in a decade, when they parted not on the best of terms. It’s a long shot, but it’s her only chance for the money she desperately needs. Jack is now a policeman and a writer whose debut novel hit the bestseller list. The last person he expected, or wanted, to see in Hope Harbor was the girl who broke his heart. But there she was, illegally taking refuge in an unoccupied house. Their story is a sad one, but the aftermath is even sadder. Beth and Steve also have a shared tragedy that drove the happily married couple apart. Whether the love they once had can survive the loss they share is the question they cannot face. These lives of these two couples will gradually intertwine, as they attempt to make right the wrongs of the past. The characters are well developed, and the storylines are masterfully interwoven into a cohesive and engrossing tale. One character who makes short but vital appearances is Charley, artist and fish taco guy, who is beloved by all and who has the uncanny and miraculous ability to know what people need to give them hope. And this he does, along with a fish taco. This is a lovely and gentle novel, just like the rest of the series, well written and entertaining. Bad things may happen, but if they do, it is better to find refuge in Hope Harbor than anywhere else.

[susan0316 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Christi has driven from Dallas to Hope Harbor, Oregon, to ask a person she used to know to help her. She's almost out of money and needs a loan to help a situation at home. She and Jack had dated years ago but their relationship ended on very negative terms. At the time, she was a spoiled rich girl who had whatever she wanted.Jack made his home in Hope Harbor after their breakup. He's a policeman and has just published his debut novel. He hasn't seen Christi in years and his bitterness towards her keeps him from being friendly when they first talk to each other. Even though he has no intention of giving her the loan, he asks her to give him a few days to decide.After a few wonderful things happen to Christi in Hope Harbor - the offer of a job and a place to live - she decides to stay in this small friendly town. She and Jack keep running into each other and every time they do, their bitterness towards each other starts to thaw. Will they be able to open their hearts to let go of the bitterness and start a new relationship?I enjoyed the story about Christi and Jack and plan to read some earlier books in this series. This is a clean, Christian novel of love and loss, forgiveness and family. Not only are the two main characters very likable, there are also some secondary characters who make this novel fun to read. Overall, this was an easy fun book to read. You knew how it was going to end way before the ending but the journey to get there was great to read.

[lusetta · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I've just completed a satisfying read of Sea Glass Cottage by Irene Hannon. While the plot lines may seem on the surface to be a bit simplistic, Irene does show that opening one's heart to God and his leading does lead to unexpected and good things. I love the town of Hope Harbor and wish I could also join the characters in the first eight books of the series in living there. I'm looking forward to the next book in the series.