We are so excited to feature this Brand new book from Best Selling Author Kelly Oram and her talented husband Jonathan Harrow!
Kelly Oram wrote her first novel at age fifteen--a
fan fiction about her favorite music group, The Backstreet Boys, for which her
family and friends still tease her. She's obsessed with reading, talks way too
much, and likes to eat frosting by the spoonful.
Jonathan Harrow left a career in Hollywood to
pursue his dream of writing novels. He has an author crush on Charlotte Bronte,
and a real crush on his author wife, YA bestseller Kelly Oram.
They live in Phoenix with their four kids and
their cat, Mr. Darcy.
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Nineteen year old Joni is loving life as an adult—living on her own, dealing with grown-up things like jobs, hook-ups, and doing her own laundry. Best of all: after finishing her first year at ASU, she will never again be called a freshman.
But when her brother is suddenly killed in a car accident, Joni’s adult life is turned upside down. Struggling to cope with loss, guilt, and anger—not to mention the meddling of friends and family trying to “fix” her—Joni is relieved to be presented with an escape in the form of a sailing trip her brother had been planning for months before he died.
With her first step onto the sailing vessel Lady Marguerite, Joni plunges into an adventure that will mark the beginning of her real adult life—a journey across the ominous dark blue of the Atlantic Ocean with a small, eccentric crew, and the young Captain Reid, whose gorgeous looks are only outmatched by his talent for care and kindness. Unfolding through the ups and downs of life at sea is an unforgettable story reminding us that love will always be a work-in-progress and coming of age never gets old.
I received a ARC in exchange for a honest review.
4* read.
Kelly Oram is a new author to me and I'm glad i gave this book a chance as i wasn't sure I'd enjoy it at first. I enjoyed the characters and story-line and it had twists and turns that i didn't expect. Only problem i really had was personally I'd have liked a more in depth ending as i felt their was more needed telling at the end. I also got a bit lost with all the boat talk but that just shows how much the author looked into the subject and researched it well. I don't want to give to much away from the plot as i feel it needs to be read itself fully to enjoy it. It was full of fun but had its tear jerking moments to that will have you reaching for the tissues. A unique book that is full of life lessons and growing up and finding yourself after loosing someone.
I can't wait to read more from this author in the future.
Back
on the docks, lost in the middle of a maze of boats and pilings and
light posts, I watched painted numbers pass by. I was surprised at
how many of the boats showed signs of occupancy. Wet towels hanging
to drip-dry, or lights on in tiny windows just above the water line,
or a radio playing softly. All the boats had names, of course. Some
creative, or dignified, others just silly. Endless
Summer. Serenity. Windsong. Yes Dear. Sea Monkey. Get Her Done. My
favorite was Breaking
Wind; very classy.
I
was passing a shiny black yacht with the moniker Obsession,
when a sudden commotion startled me. With a thrashing of water and a
high-pitched shrieking came a half-naked body from under the boat.
Elbows planted on the dock’s edge, a surfer-bodied guy levered
himself up and flopped onto his back with an exaggerated yowl and
chattering teeth. A headlamp was strapped to his forehead; its
powerful beam blinded me as he leapt to his feet. “Sorry ’bout
that. Didn’t get you, did I?” He turned toward Obsession.
“Eva! All good now, yeah?” I moved to continue on, but he stopped
me. “Hold up. Did I get you?”
“No,
I’m good.” I squinted against his light.
“Oh.”
He ripped it away and tossed it onto the deck of the boat. “Eva!
Try it now!” Back to me: “What slip number?”
“What?”
He’d caught me in mid-guess about his age. I’d have estimated
mid-twenties and gorgeous. No, he was handsome,
which is a word I thought only grandmas used anymore. I mean, guys
are cute
or guys are hot,
but this guy…yeah, he was hot, but in a classic way that wasn’t
intimidating. His looks didn’t say Hey
baby, like what you see?
They said—
“What
slip number are you looking for?” He took great handfuls of each
leg of his shorts and wrung the water out. His entire body was
covered in goose bumps.
“Thirty-one,”
I answered, and before I could follow up with the boat’s name, he
said…
“Lady
Marguerite.” And he
cringed with a smile. “Uh-oh.”
“What?”
He
glanced sideways at me as he pushed excess water down his legs. “Uh,
you’re young and beautiful, that’s what.” He said it with a
laugh, like Duh,
silly girl, didn’t
you know? He could
have shoved me in the water and I’d have been less surprised. “Nah,
the guys are gonna love it, is all.”
I
was so confused. Was he warning me or complimenting me? Should I be
scared or flattered? “Okay, thanks.” Again, I turned to leave.
Again,
he stopped me. “You ever been sailing?”
“What
would you guess?”
He
smiled, dark eyes sparkling. “Want me to walk you down there?”
I
wanted to say You can
walk me anywhere you want.
Which, after passing through my filter, came out, “Nah, I can find
it. You look really cold, so…”
He
hugged himself, shoulders hunched, and his smile broadened as he
considered me with a look I could only describe as thoughtful,
and the kind of intense eye contact that makes your blood race.
A
woman’s voice interrupted: “Yeah, that did it. Reading fine now.”
From a tall, buxom supermodel standing on the back deck of Obsession
with a glass of wine in hand. She swished it around with an eyebrow
cocked at me.
The
guy gestured down the pier. “You’re nearly there. Down toward the
end, look for two guys drinking beer.”
I
murmured some sort of thanks and hurried away, embarrassed by the
obnoxious clack-clack-clack
of my suitcase. I couldn’t help a glance back: The guy was toweling
off; the supermodel had taken a seat to admire him above the rim of
her wine glass. For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to marvel at
the incongruity of lifestyles in this world. Most of us have to
trudge through life, get jobs, go to school, and get sunburned, while
others are blessed with naturally-tanned Maxim
bodies and live on rich yachts with gorgeous, muscled, goose-bumped
handymen.
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