What Eileen says about The Summer Retreat “Ms. Roberts wrote a wonderful, funny, and emotional story that is not to be missed. She provided a tale rich with chemistry, amusing banter, and endearing characters giving Celeste a chance at finding true happiness… Full review and Giveaway below! (U.S. & Canada only) Giveaway extended to 5/12/19!
The Summer Retreat
by Sheila Roberts
Join USA TODAY bestselling author Sheila Roberts for a seaside escape to the beaches of Moonlight Harbor
Celeste Jones has plans for a perfect summer with her boyfriend (and hopefully soon-to-be fiancé)—until he dumps her to be with the woman he’s had on the side for months. Heartbroken and furious, Celeste resolves to move on. When the going gets tough, the tough…okay, the not-so-tough go to the beach.
As soon as school lets out for the summer, she waves goodbye to her first-graders, packs up her bikini and heads for Moonlight Harbor, where she knows her big sister, Jenna, will receive her with open arms. Jenna could probably use some help at the Driftwood Inn, and Celeste is happy to do chores around the place in exchange for a relaxing summer escape. She just needs something—or someone—to distract her from her troubles.
Finding The One can be tricky, and Jenna is determined to make sure Celeste gets it right this time around. Not that Jenna’s an expert. She’s still trying to sort out her own love life. But if both sisters listen to their hearts, eventually they’re bound to discover that life—and love—is good at the beach.
The Summer Retreat by Sheila Roberts, book three in A Moonlight Harbor series, is Celeste Jones’, story. Celeste’s summer plans were destroyed when she discovers her boyfriend cheating on her. Instead she heads to the Moonlight Harbor, and the beach, to help her sister, Jenna, with the Driftwood Inn.
Almost from day one, Jenna is pushing Celeste to start dating again. First up is Pastor Paul who falls head over heels for Celeste. It’s possible that he is just too perfect. So what if there is no chemistry, he still checks all the boxes and loves her.
Then there is the mystery guest in one of the cottages. Celeste stumbles upon him as she attempts to clean his room. Peeking at his laptop she finds he’s a serial killer!! Oh wait, that’s not right, he’s writing a book, killing off his ex-girlfriend who had no faith in him.
As Celeste discovers, despite making herself a fool at the beach with Harry, they are attracted to each other. Plus there is definitely chemistry between them and he is definitely not Mr. Right. Or is he?
Jenna has her own problems in sorting her own love life; loving two completely opposite men. If only both sisters would listen to their hearts, not logic, they just might discover that life, and true love, can be found at the beach.
Ms. Roberts wrote a wonderful, funny, and emotional story that is not to be missed. She provided a tale rich with chemistry, amusing banter, and endearing characters giving Celeste a chance at finding true happiness and love and a future with the right one. I highly recommend The Summer Retreat to other readers.
Writing Style: 5/5
An excerpt from
The next day when Jenna’s sister Celeste appeared with her towels and her little scrub brush, she found Henry in jeans and a T-shirt, barefoot and sitting on the bed, typing on his laptop.
“Um, room service?” she squeaked.
“Thanks. Left my dirty towels in the bathroom. You don’t have to make the bed since I’m on it.”
She nodded and scuttled off to the bathroom, casting a quick glance over her shoulder—probably to make sure he wasn’t following with his trusty hunting knife. Then she scuttled back, carrying his dirty towels. Towel patrol finished, she raced for the bathroom again, this time with her cleaning supplies.
He could hear her in there, running the water. He was tempted to sneak up on her and say, “Boo,” but he didn’t. That, too, would be sick, and sick was reserved for fictional villains.
Still, when she came back out, he couldn’t resist saying, “I see you called the cops on me yesterday.”
The color disappeared from her face. “The police were here yesterday,” she admitted, hurrying for the door, all the while trying to look as though she wasn’t hurrying. “They keep a close eye on things.”
“Do they, now? A lot of crime here in Moonlight Harbor?”
“No,” she said, injecting bravado into her voice, “and we like to keep it that way.”
“Always on the watch for bad guys, huh? Is that why you were snooping in my things?”
Now her color came back, painting her cheeks red. “I wasn’t snooping.”
“Oh? What would you call it? I came out here to find you reading my notes.”
She licked her lips. “I was just straightening up.”
“You’re a lousy liar.”
“I’d rather be a lousy liar than a lousy person,” she retorted and grabbed the door handle.
“Well, good thing I’m neither,” he said. She was halfway out the door when he added, “I’m a writer.”
She turned and gaped at him. “You’re a…what?”
“You know. One of those people who sit around and make up shit.”
For a moment she looked shocked. Then her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed into an angry line.
“Surprise,” he muttered.
“You should’ve said something.”
“You shouldn’t have been snooping.”
She stood there in the doorway for a moment, wearing a pouty frown. She had the kind of lips a man dreamed of having on him. But he’d settle for putting her and her lips in a book.
“Okay,” she said with a nod. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have.”
A woman who could admit when she was wrong?
And one who said she was sorry? He’d figured that model had died out with his mom’s generation.
“No harm done,” he said. But he made sure to say it grudgingly to show her what he thought of nosy women.
“I did call the police,” she admitted. “Did you know you can be arrested for planning to commit a crime?”
“But it takes more evidence than I found. When I was snooping,” she added with a smile. And what a smile it was.
He supposed the incident would make a great anecdote to share when promoting his book. There was this nosy maid who saw my notes and thought I was a killer.
“You’re a writer. That’s cool,” she said, stepping back into the room.
That was what Nikki had said when he first met her. The walls went up.
“I’ve thought about writing a book.”
“A children’s book.”
Next thing she’d be asking him if he knew a publisher who’d be interested in making her rich and famous. It was always that or, “Hey, why don’t you write my life story?”
“I thought of a great title the other day when I was on the beach,” she continued. “The Happy Clam.”
“The Happy Clam?” he repeated. Good Lord.
“I think it’s a cute title,” she said defensively.
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t write kid stuff.” Okay, that had sounded condescending.
“No, obviously, you’re into murdering people,” she shot at him before he could apologize.
Sticks and stones, baby. “Who doesn’t like a good serial killer?” he quipped.
Her features scrunched up as if he’d just offered to let her watch an autopsy. “You’re writing about a serial killer? Don’t you think that’s kind of sick?”
Now the clam girl was judging him? “No sicker than looking through people’s stuff.”
Her chin went up. “I said I was sorry.”
Okay, enough of this charming repartee. “You’re forgiven, my child. Go in peace.”
She went, but not in peace. The happy clam lady shut the door firmly. She was probably mentally listing the ways she’d like to do him in.
“Nice meeting you, clam girl.” And good riddance.
Moonlight Harbor Series
About Sheila Roberts
Sheila Roberts lives on a lake in the Pacific Northwest. She’s happily married and has three children. She’s been writing since 1989, but she did lots of things before settling in to her writing career, including owning a singing telegram company and playing in a band. Her band days are over, but she still enjoys writing songs. Sheila‘s books are best sellers and often appear as Reader’s Digest Condensed Books. 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 novel “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.