Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Review: Beach Colors by Shelley Noble

"Beach Colors" is truly a great beach read.  I think of it as Project Runway at Crescent Cove.  There is love, heartache, friendship, hate and acceptance.  This is an enjoyable read and for the most part a "happy" book.  

Great characters - Your heart aches for both Nick and Connor and the current circumstance of their lives.  Margaux and her life long friends are great support for one another, despite the years they've been apart and I loved Linda and her outgoing, brassy personality.  Like I said "a great beach read".

Ms. Noble's descriptive writing allows you to visualize the beautiful colors of the ocean and the beach, and to fall in love with this quaint little coastal town.

Get yourself a Watermelon Martini, lay out on a beach towel and immerse yourself in Shelley Noble's newest novel.

SYNOPSIS by Barnes & Noble
While renowned designer Margaux Sullivan was presenting her highly praised collection during New York City's Fashion Week, her husband was cleaning out their bank account. A week after he disappeared, the bank foreclosed on Margaux's apartment and business.
Suddenly broke, betrayed, and humiliated, Margaux has nowhere else to turn to but home: the small coastal town of Crescent Cove, Connecticut, where she once knew love, joy, and family before she put them behind her on the climb to fame. When she's stopped for speeding by local interim police chief Nick Prescott, Margaux barely remembers the "townie" boy who worshipped her from afar every summer. But Nick is all grown up now, a college professor who gave up his career to care for his orphaned nephew, Connor. Though still vulnerable, Margaux is soon rediscovering the beauty of the shore through young Connor's eyes . . . and, thanks to Nick, finding a forgotten place in her heart that wants to love again.
But as she continues to work on a bold new line that will get her back into the game, Margaux realizes that soon she will have to make the most important, most difficult decision of her life. . . .


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