Beachside Beginnings
by Sheila Roberts
Moonlight Harbor - Book 4
Publisher: MIRA
Release Date: April 21, 2020
Moira Wellman has always loved makeovers—helping women find their most beautiful selves. Funny how it’s taken her five years with her abusive boyfriend, Lang, to realize she needs a life makeover. When Moira finally gets the courage to leave Lang, the beachside town of Moonlight Harbor is the perfect place to start over.
Soon Moira is right at home, working at Waves Salon, making new friends and helping her clients find new confidence. When she meets a handsome police officer, she’s more than willing to give him a free haircut. Maybe even her heart. But is she really ready for romance after Lang? And what if her new friend is in hot pursuit of that same cop? This is worse than a bad perm.
With all the heart and humor readers have come to expect from a Sheila Roberts novel, Beachside Beginnings is the story of one woman finding the courage to live her best life. And where better to live it than at the beach?
Excerpt
You’re
not in the city anymore, Moira thought, as she and Jenna walked into The Drunken
Sailor. The clubs where she and Lang used to dance were slick and expensive,
with fancy bars and hip décor. This place was . . . What was it?
Two
carved wooden lady pirates with boobs spilling out of their pirate vests
greeted them. Off to one side was an eating area with a floor littered with
peanut shells. She watched in shock as a couple of patrons, enjoying their
beers, shelled peanuts from a plastic bowl and dropped the shells on the
ground. She might not have had the most high-class childhood, but even she knew
you shouldn’t throw stuff on the floor.
Jenna
saw her gaping. “It’s part of the charm.”
“Okay,”
Moira said dubiously, not sure if Jenna was being serious or facetious.
A
couple of pool tables sat across from the dining area and adjacent to the bar,
both in use. Moira saw Seth Waters standing by one, leaning on his pool cue and
waiting his turn to play. She gave him a tentative wave, and he smiled and lifted
a hand from the top of his pool cue. She was sure Jenna had seen him, too, but
she didn’t wave. What was with those
two?
They
moved farther into the place, stopping at the bar to pick up sodas and say hi
to Brody, who was comfortable with a beer and some nachos.
“I
see you brought a recruit,” he said, smiling at Moira. The man sure had a
high-wattage smile.
“I
did,” Jenna replied.
“Are
you going to dance?” Moira asked him.
“No,”
Jenna answered for him. “He’s too chicken to get out there and make a fool of
himself.”
“Cluck,
cluck,” Brody said and lifted his beer in salute. “I’d rather watch. Jenna’s
worth the price of a beer,” he added with a grin.
She
shook her head at him. “Thanks.” She picked up her Coke and said to Moira,
“Come on. I’ll introduce you around.”
There
were plenty of people to meet, including their teacher, Austin Banks, who was
dolled up in tight jeans, elaborately embroidered boots and a Western shirt.
She’d finished off her outfit with pink earrings shaped like miniature cowgirl
hats.
Great hair, thought Moira as they were
introduced. Thick and long and highlighted. Where did Austin get her hair done?
At Waves?
“Austin
and Roy own the kite shop,” Jenna explained.
Moira
had never in her life flown a kite. What would that be like? Maybe she’d have
to find out.
Tyrella
Lamb was there, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, her dreadlocks clacking with
colorful beads. “You’re going to love this,” she promised Moira.
Moira’s
heart did a little giddyap at the sight of a certain good-looking man who was
just stepping onto the dance floor to join the dancers. “I think I am,” she
said.
Nope,
this sure wasn’t some club in the city. It was better. Way better.
Moira had thought the
guy looked sexy in his police uniform, but now, in boots, jeans and a black
T-shirt that hugged those impressive pecs, Victor looked ready for the cover of
a romance novel. She caught a glimpse of a tattoo peeking out of his sleeves.
Tats on guys were so sexy. Hazel eyes, square jaw. He was the whole package.
With all that thick hair, he’d probably never have to worry about going bald.
And it had some body to it. Oh, yes, she’d like to get her hands in his hair.
He
seemed to be walking in their general direction, so Jenna called him over. “Victor,
have you met Moira Wellman?” she asked him. “She’s staying with us at the
Driftwood until she can get settled.”
“I’m
betting he’s wanting to,” Tyrella said, and her words made a pink tide rise up his
neck and onto his cheeks.
A
man who blushed, that was adorable. “We did meet, sort of,” Moira said. “He
gave me a police escort to work.”
“Our
tax dollars in action,” Jenna teased, and the pink grew deeper.
I
don’t like to ticket newcomers if I can help it,” he said in his own defense.
“We’re
just giving you a hard time,” Jenna told him. To Moira she said, “Victor is one
of our best cops, and we’re lucky to have him here in Moonlight Harbor.”
“Moira
suspected any woman would be lucky to have him. Period.
“Are
you settling in okay?” he asked her.
She
nodded. “I am. Everyone here is . . .” not
nice, so much more than nice “. .
. so kind.” It wasn’t a very fancy word, but kind truly said it all.
He
nodded.
Tyrella
and Jenna both suddenly saw other people they needed to talk to and left Moira
and Victor to themselves. Hardly obvious at all. Now Moira could feel her
cheeks getting a little warm.
“I’ve
never done this before,” she confessed. She looked down at her suede half
boots. “I don’t have any cowgirl boots.”
“You
don’t need ‘em. You’ll be fine,” he said. “Ask me if you need any help with the
steps.”
Their
teacher took her place in front of the dancers and spoke into her mic. “Okay,
everybody, are y’all ready to shake it?”
“Oh,
yeah,” said several people.
“We’ve
got a couple of newbies with us,” Austin said, “so you experts be sure to help
them out. And just so our newcomers don’t feel too lost, let’s all demonstrate
a couple of steps, starting with a grapevine. You just step with one foot, put
your other foot behind and then land back on your starting foot. Easy, right?
Let’s all try it. You ready? Here we go, to the right.”
That
was easy enough. Moira managed to keep up.
“We’ll
often do a triple step. It looks like this,” she said and demonstrated. “Okay,
let’s all try that.”
Moira
triple stepped right along with the best of them.
“All
right. And a kick-ball-change.”
Kick-ball-change.
It was getting a little harder.
“Good,”
said Austin. “I think we’re ready to learn a new dance. Let’s start with ‘Dirty
Boots.’”
Dirty
boots, dirty dancing . . . sex. Okay,
slow down, Moira told herself.
Speaking
of slowing down, was there a remedial line dancing class? “Is this a beginner’s
class?” she asked Victor.
“This
first part is pretty much. She gets more complicated after the first half hour.”
If
this was beginner level, Moira sure didn’t want to see the more advanced stuff.
By the time Austin had walked them all the way through the first dance, Moira’s
brain was on the verge of exploding.
“Now,
let’s try this with the music,” Austin said.
“Don’t
worry, you’ll pick it up,” Victor assured Moira.
The
steps didn’t want to be picked up. It seemed at every turn she was either
facing the wrong way or running into someone. Wow! Who knew line dancing was so
hard?
And
it only got harder with the next three dances.
Moira
was more than ready to take a break by the time the dance lesson ended.
People
were moving toward the bar to get drinks. Jenna was busy talking to Brody, and
Moira was busy feeling like the proverbial third wheel when Victor came up to
the bar where they were standing and asked Moira, “Can I buy you something to
eat?”
She
was broke. And hungry. And he was friendly and interested and had her hormones
hopping. But did she need to be hopping into anything?
“Never
turn down a free meal,” Jenna said to her with a wink.
It
was only something to eat, and she wasn’t going home with him. “Okay.”
“We’ll
save you a place by the dance floor,” Jenna promised and left.
“I
see a free table over in the corner,” Victor said and led her to it, their feet
crunching on peanut shells as they went. “So, what do you think of Moonlight
Harbor?” he asked, once they’d settled at the table.
“It’s
really charming,” she said. Sure different than where I lived in Seattle.”
“Yeah?”
he prompted.
“You
know what cities are like—lots of traffic, people, high cost of living.” And
not just in terms of money.
“Oh,
yeah. Here there’s no such thing as rush hour.”
“Or
crime?”
He
shrugged. “We have some break-ins, some people living on the edge, doing drugs.
No place is crime-free. But Moonlight Harbor comes close.”
“Have
you always lived here?” Moira asked.
“No.
I’m from Portland. Wound up in Seattle after the army—I was an MP, and police
work seemed like the next step. I got hired by the Seattle PD. My family’s
there, so I tried it for a while, but then this job opened up. I always wanted
to live by the beach. This works for me. How about you? What brought you here?”
Fear. She gave him her standard line.
“It was time to move on.” That was what she’d done: she’d moved on, not run
away. Okay, she’d run away, and she was glad she had.
Their
waitress came over to take their orders, and that put a halt to the
conversation. But after they’d ordered burgers, he returned them to it.
He
took a drink from his water glass, then casually asked, “Did you leave a lot of
friends behind?”
“Some
good ones.” She was going to miss hanging out with Michael and his family.
“Anyone
special?”
Of
course he wanted to know. He was obviously interested in her. And she certainly
was attracted to him. Still, she wasn’t going to tell all to someone she’d just
met. “There was someone, but he turned out not to be special at all. How about
you?”
“Nope.
But I’m thinkin’ I might have found someone here,” he said and smiled.
Dimples.
He had dimples when he smiled.
“I
like your ink,” he said, pointing to her neck.
She’d
put her hair up, and the butterfly was on full display. “Thanks.”
“Any
reason you picked a butterfly?”
Lots
of women picked butterflies because they were so pretty. Moira had a different
reason.
“I
like the symbolism,” she said. “Breaking out of a cocoon, flying free. That was
how I felt after I finished beauty school and moved out. Like I could go
anywhere and do anything.”
He
nodded. Then he pulled the sleeve of his T-shirt up to give her a full view of
the tattoo on his forearm of a police badge.
“I
guess I don’t need to ask what that symbolizes,” she said.
He
told her anyway. “Commitment, care, peace and justice.”
He
was not only gorgeous, muscled, sweet, but noble, as well. Where was the catch?
“Okay,
what’s wrong with you?” Oh, no. Had she really just said that out loud?
His
eyebrows shot up. “Huh?”
Someone
had lit her face on fire. Oh, yeah. Her. “That didn’t come out right. I guess
what I meant is, everyone’s got flaws. I’m not seeing any in you.” She hadn’t
seen any in Lang, either. Not for a long time.
Victor
shook his head and smiled. “I’ve got flaws.”
“Well,
you can’t do drugs.” They tested for that kind of stuff, right?
“No
way. Seen too much of what that does. Not a big drinker, ether. I like a beer
once in a while, but that’s about it. I’m competitive. Don’t like to lose at
anything.“ He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m pretty boring. Did all my wild stuff
when I was a teenager—sneaked out after curfew.”
Oh,
yeah, pretty wild. Moira thought back to her shop-lifting phase and cringed.
“I
got in some fights—a lot of ‘em with my brother,” he added with a grin.
Fights. The word triggered an uneasiness
that had her ignoring her hunger and her burger when the waitress set the plate
in front of her. “I read somewhere that police have a bigger domestic abuse
problem than the NFL.”
Victor’s
dimples disappeared. “Bullshit.”
“Sorry?”
she said in a small voice.
“The
cops I’ve known are good guys, just trying to do their job.”
“Of
course, I didn’t mean to insult you,” Moira said, backpedaling. Something she’d
gotten very good at doing, thanks to Lang.
“You
didn’t. It’s just . . . cops aren’t all that popular these days. I’m guess I’m
a little sensitive about it.”
“People
are fearful.”
“Are
you?”
She
hesitated. Was she? Still? Yeah, probably a little. She shrugged. “Not of cops.
Really. Just violence in general.”
His
brows pulled together. “I know we just met, but . . . were you around someone
with a violence problem?”
She
bit her lip and stared at her burger.
“A
man?”
No
point in denying it. She nodded.
“That’s
why you’re here, in Moonlight Harbor?”
She
nodded again.
“I’m
sorry, Moira. I really am.”
“It’s
behind me now. I’m making a new start. But I’m starting slowly. They said it’s
not good to jump into a new relationship when you’ve just gotten out of one.”
There was the nebulous they again.
“I
get that,” he said. “And you should take your time. People rush into stuff, and
then they’re sorry later.”
She
was so done being sorry. “Thanks for understanding.”
“I
get the whole not-wanting-to-be-burned-again thing. I met somebody a while back
who’d been with a copy who cheated on her. After that, she didn’t want anything
to do with cops.” He shrugged like it was no big deal and took a bite of his
burger.
“Not
even with you? Moira guessed.
“Hard
to imagine, huh?” he joked, and his cheeks took on a rosy hue.
“Yes,
it is,” she said and felt her own face heating up again. “I guess when it comes
down to it, we all just want to be loved and treated well.” And sometimes we fall for somebody and let
him walk all over us because we’re so desperate for love. No more, though.
She refused to ever be that desperate again. Lang had convinced her that he was
the best she could do. But if she couldn’t do better than him, she’d rather do
without.
“Guess
so,” Victor agreed. He seemed so kind and honest. Could she take a chance on
another man, on this man? Could she ever trust her instincts again?
~~~~~~~~~~~
USA Today bestselling author Sheila Roberts lives
on a lake in the Pacific Northwest—and in a beachside retreat. She’s happily
married and has three children. She’s been writing since 1989, but before
settling in to her writing career, she owned a singing telegram company and
played in a band. Her band days are over, but she still enjoys writing songs.
Her novel, ANGEL LANE, was named one of Amazon's top ten romances in 2009. Her
novel, ON STRIKE FOR CHRISTMAS, was a Lifetime Network movie, and her romance,
THE NINE LIVES OF CHRISTMAS, was made into a movie for the Hallmark
Channel. When she’s not speaking to women’s groups or at conferences or
hanging out with her girlfriends, she can be found writing about those things
near and dear to women’s hearts: family, friends, and chocolate. Read more
about her on www.sheilasplace.com
Moira chooses the beachside town of Moonlight Harbor to begin the next chapter of her life. Tell me about your favorite beach town...or the one you would most like to visit.
Two people who post a comment before 11:00 PM, April 9, will receive a copy of Beachside Beginnings.
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I love Sheila's books and what a nice surprise to see a giveaway for her new book. TY. Be safe everyone.
ReplyDeleteI've been lucky to live by water most of my life. I grew up in a small city, Two Rivers, that's on a small peninsula that is surrounded by Lake Michigan. I went to college in Madison, Wisconsin. My dorm was on Lake Mendota. After college moved to Milwaukee and my apartment was again across from Lake Michigan in the Bay View area. Next I lived in apartments in Racine and Manitowoc both within a short walk of Lake Michigan. Later I moved to a small lake in central Wisconsin. It's a resort community. I also spend half the year in Stuart, FL within 5 minutes of the Atlantic Ocean. I can't pick a favorite. They are all unique.
ReplyDeleteSheila I only discovered your books about a month ago. I will write some reviews soon.
My favorite beach is Newport Beach, Ca. Lovely setting, perfect beach town and a beautiful haven. Beaches soothe my soul.
ReplyDeleteA beach town which is very special is Wildwood, N.J. When I first visited I thought that I was in the 1950's which suited me ideally. The walks along the shore and the charming town were an escape. I haven't visited Wildwood Beach in many years but I know that it will remain the same which is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI live near many beaches on Long Island, but my favorite are the beaches in Hawaii - where we went on our honeymoon; would love to visit there again.
ReplyDeleteKaren T. (Natty's Mama)
for years we went to the Isle of Palms SC - two years ago we went to Holden Beach NC and were supposed to go again this June but not sure that is going to happen now with stay-at-home and shut down orders.
ReplyDeleteGreat review thank you. When I was a kid we use to go to Oceanside Ca I always loved it there now it's so built up it's hard to find a parking place. we go to Carl's bad now it's very nice
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I have never really been a beach person. I like the rocky coasts of Maine and the Pacific Northwest. I like sitting and listening to the waves on the rocks and sand, and the feel of the breeze. So many beach towns are crowded and not very relaxing. Any of the Maine coastal towns north of Bar Harbor get you out of the heavily touristy area. The western beaches on the Olympic Peninsula do tend to get busy, but are nice. Coastal cities and coast I would like to visit would be the Big Sur area visiting Carmel and San Simeon. We were in Carmel over 30 years ago, but with 3 little ones didn't have much of an opportunity to explore.
ReplyDeleteIt's not a small beach town but I loved Pensacola FL. I love beach reads though. I loved small town stories also a fan of Sheilas books.
ReplyDeleteIf I had my druthers, I would love to live in Port Aransas - it is on the Gulf of Mexico - no huge - and just absolutely perfect. Not that I am prejudiced.
ReplyDeleteI am a fan of smaller towns and I would love to see the Gulf every morning.
This book sounds awesome! I don't have a favorite beach town, but I'd love to live on Miss.'s Gulf coast. Stay safe and thanks for the giveaway.
ReplyDeleteI like Tybee Island off the coast of Georgia. This little island has a small town feel. It is quiet and a little bit retro. It's not an exciting place, so it is perfect for relaxing.
ReplyDeleteIt may not be the prettiest of all beaches, but Port Aransas on Mustang Island on the gulf has a special place in my heart because of all the wonderful vacations we took when the kids were growing up.
ReplyDeleteThis book sounds good. I enjoy Sheila's beach town stories.
ReplyDeleteLake Geneva in Wisconsin. Great place to visit. Summer is fun being on the lake but winter is fun with ski lodges. It's about 1 1/2 hrs away from Chicago.
ReplyDeleteI visited friends in North Carolina - the Outer Banks area and really loved it there. Thanks for the chance to win Sheila's book.
ReplyDeleteFor several years, we took our kids to Ocean City, MD, also known as OCMD. Wonderful vacation times.
ReplyDeletedenise
I love the beach though I haven't been in ages. I loved going to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware the most and also Cape May, NJ for it's quaintness.
ReplyDeleteI love the beach! I live In 'Canada's Ocean Playground' so I have lots of beaces to choose from! Book sounds wonderful, congrats on the release!
ReplyDeleteI am enjoying Sheila Roberts' books more and more. I need to go back and read this series from the beginning, as it sounds wonderful. I already have a copy of this one, so do not enter me in the draw.
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