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THE COTTAGE NEXT DOOR

The Cottage Next Door, September 2014
by Natasha Moore

Samhain Publishing
Featuring: Sylvie Chase; Hunter McCaffrey
113 pages
ISBN: 1619221713
EAN: 9781619221710
Kindle: B00KE1EC4A
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"Two lost souls find each other and learn to love again."

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THE COTTAGE NEXT DOOR
Natasha Moore

Reviewed by Unassigned 1_Reviewer
Posted September 6, 2014

Romance Contemporary

Hunter McCaffrey is a well-known published author who has lost the words after losing his wife in an accident two years prior. He and his dog Riley are taking refuge in a cottage by the ocean in Florida offered by his friend Fletcher, hoping to recapture his abilities and will to live again while striving to pull himself out of the dark pit. The pain of losing his wife and trying to exorcise his guilt seems like a battle he is quickly losing through isolation and drink. Needing quiet and solitude is something he demands but is definitely not going to get.

Sylvia Chase's friend Fletcher, who owns the joined cottages, offers her the other half of the cottage as she also needs some time to decide what she is going to do with her life. Losing her husband six months ago has left her alone and drifting with no special education to help her plan. Having no intentions of befriending the man in the cottage next to her, a friendly hello deems him "McAsshole" after the encounter. Hunter only has two weeks to suffer her presence staying in the next cottage. Determined to draw the handsome but nasty tempered man out, she uses her persuasions to succeed in becoming allies.

Surprised to find that they both enjoy each other's company and agree to a short "fling", Sylvia soon realizes she is in love with Hunter and he doesn't reciprocate. Speeding up his libido with Sylvia so close, he is determined to cut her off and protect her from falling for him and to avoid his becoming emotionally attached to her. Of course, Sylvia has other ideas!

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THE COTTAGE NEXT DOOR is the second book I have read by Natasha Moore. She has a way of making the reader feel the sorrow and emotion in her characters. Be prepared to laugh one minute and cry the next. A strong willed and determined woman always makes a good story when she's fighting for what she loves and someone she is determined to heal. Natasha Moore is gifted with her words which make the reader feel strong emotions.

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SUMMARY

Itโ€™s tough to grasp a second chance at love when youโ€™re holding on to the past. After his wife died in a car accident, bestselling author Hunter McCaffrey stopped writingโ€”and stopped living. Heโ€™s rented a beachfront cottage to try to get his head on straight, and start the long climb up from his pit of despair. Instead of pounding out a first draft, though, he runs the beach, drinks away his pain, and tries to ignore the vibrant woman in the cottage tucked next to his. Still floundering months after the loss of her adventure-junkie husband, Sylvie Chase hopes some beach relaxation will help her decide what to do with the rest of her life. Instead sheโ€™s wondering what to do about her unexpected attraction to Hunter, who makes her body long for the feel of his arms around her. As Sylvie drags Hunter back to the land of the living, soon theyโ€™re agreeing to a short fling. Just to get past their sorrow, not because it means anything. But when emotions get in the way, itโ€™s a struggle to leave the past behind and dare to love again. Warning: This story has plenty of sun and sand, with an energetic golden retriever thrown into the mix. Prepare to laugh and cry and cheer for two people who deserve a second chance at love.

EXCERPT

โ€œCanโ€™t sleep?โ€ Sylvie started. Hunterโ€™s disembodied voice sounded loud in the darkness. She couldnโ€™t see a thing on the deck next door, but had to assume he was sitting in his usual deck chair. Had he heard her moan? Her heartbeat slowed back down to normal. โ€œNo.โ€ She held her breath, waiting for him to swear and stomp into the cottage for intruding on his want-to-be-alone time. Or make a sarcastic comment about what sheโ€™d been doing when she thought no one was there. โ€œThis is my favorite time at the beach,โ€ he said, surprising her with his deep, pleasant tone. โ€œBecause you canโ€™t see the hundreds of people around you?โ€ His soft chuckle surprised her even more. He was quiet for a moment, then said, โ€œPartly. But thereโ€™s something about the ocean at night. Do you hear it? Right now, this isnโ€™t the fun-loving shore where kids splash and make sandcastles. Itโ€™s more primitive.โ€ He was silent for a moment, and Sylvie got caught up in the roar of the waves as they crashed onto the beach. The sound pulled at her, called to her. โ€œThink of the hundreds of thousands of years the ocean has been pounding the sand,โ€ he went on. โ€œEating away at the land, reclaiming it. Taking it back into the bowels of the deep.โ€ Her body heated more, even with the cooling breeze. His voice rolled over her, as powerful as the tug of the waves. Sheโ€™d known there had to be more to him than that angry, bitter man sheโ€™d seen so far. โ€œAshes to ashes? Dust to dust? Ocean to ocean?โ€ she asked softly. The waves pummeled the shore for several long moments before he replied, โ€œSomething like that.โ€ The words sheโ€™d been thinking slipped out easier in the darkness. โ€œIโ€™m sure she would want you to be happy.โ€ โ€œWhat do you know?โ€ he snapped, but Sylvie thought his voice contained more hurt than anger. โ€œI know what itโ€™s like to roll over in the middle of the night and still be surprised to find the other side of the bed empty.โ€ โ€œItโ€™s like a kick in the gut every f**king time.โ€ โ€œYeah.โ€ She wrapped her arms around her knees. โ€œI still save up things I want to tell him about my dayโ€ฆโ€ โ€œAnd then remember sheโ€™s not there to share those things with anymore.โ€ โ€œI have to look at pictures to remember what he looked like when he was healthy and fit and eager for the next adventure.โ€ โ€œI canโ€™t remember what she smelled like anymore.โ€ Hunterโ€™s voice cracked. โ€œShe had this soft scent like powder and flowers and I donโ€™t know what, but I used to be able to smell it everywhere in our apartment. Itโ€™s gone now too.โ€ She nodded even though she knew he couldnโ€™t see it. โ€œI used to sleep with one of Mattโ€™s shirts and I cried all day when I realized his scent was gone.โ€ Sylvie was pleased she could say that without getting tears in her eyes. Maybe sheโ€™d finally reached acceptance.

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