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A Greensea Island Adventure Books 1-4. A Greensea Island Adventure
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Book 1 - Love Songs and Ferry Tales JacThis year? Let's just say it's been less than stellar. Divorce? Check. Bank account running on fumes? Check. My plan was simple: spend a quiet summer at my childhood home on Greensea Island, sip rosé on the deck, devour Dad's charcuterie boards, and soak up all the Sherman family gossip. Instead, I walk into my parents' kitchen and find a random British guy casually announcing he's rented our house for the summer.
So much for my peaceful escape. JohnnyShe doesn't have a clue who I am. No "oh-my-gosh-it's-you" eyes. No swooning or flinging of undergarments. Just those big green eyes glaring at me, her messy bun, and that oversized tee slipping off one shoulder like she's in a rom-com. Oh, and let's not forget the part where she tried to stab me with her house key. Sexy and dangerous-a lethal combo. Now the question is, how long can I keep my identity under wraps?Book 2 Cozy Cabins and Ferry TalesJoshGood riddance, summer tourists.
Although I'd love to celebrate their departure, I'm too busy planning the Harvest Fest at Applehill Farm while I wait for the new owner-an island newcomer-to arrive and take over. I'll make sure she understands the grass isn't greener on Greensea. Reasons? One: Tourists. Two: Rain. Three: Eternal darkness. Four: Slow drivers. Being pleasant to this newcomer while I hand over the reins as quickly as possible will be like ripping off a piece of duct tape from my hairy leg.
Let's get it over and done... SylvianeIt's Friday the 13th, a full moon, Mercury is in retrograde-and it's time for my luck to change. Farewell, evil stepfamily. Hello, new opportunities and adventures! After a cross country journey of ten days and 2, 867 miles, I'm boarding a ferry to dreamy Greensea Island, headed to my late Uncle Don's apple orchard to find my destiny and search for my true happily ever after.
Who will I meet? Will this be the place of my dreams?Book 3 Fake Dates and Ferry TalesDaveTippy Meadowcroft + Dave Sherman? No way. We can never be on the same team. Pickleball or otherwise. We're worse than oil and vinegar. We don't mix at all. But somehow I find myself in a messy predicament and instead of tending to the true love of my life-my oyster farm-I'm wasting time pretending to date my arch nemesis.
This will never work. No chance. Absolutely not. TippyIf Dave Sherman hadn't started making those ridiculous kissy faces and "come-hither" moves, we wouldn't be in this mess. But here we are. If I want to make my dream a reality, I'll have to swoon over my lifelong enemy-maybe even swap a fake kiss or two. And act like the whole thing is for real. All under the watchful eye of Greensea's observant residents.
Can I pull off this charade? Absolutely. Book 4 Best Friends and Ferry TalesOliverDaisy Bennett stops in the middle of the ferry terminal, looks up at me, and kisses me-right there, in front of half the island. Her lips are soft, sure, and impossible to resist. I don't move. I don't kiss her back. Because if I do, I might not stop. Jac-my sister, the bride, and Daisy's best friend-would string me up like a steelhead and feed me to the bald eagles.
Daisy is off-limits. That's been the rule for as long as I can remember. But suddenly, that rule feels like the only thing standing between me and something that feels right. DaisyKissing Oliver Sherman wasn't part of my plan.
So much for my peaceful escape. JohnnyShe doesn't have a clue who I am. No "oh-my-gosh-it's-you" eyes. No swooning or flinging of undergarments. Just those big green eyes glaring at me, her messy bun, and that oversized tee slipping off one shoulder like she's in a rom-com. Oh, and let's not forget the part where she tried to stab me with her house key. Sexy and dangerous-a lethal combo. Now the question is, how long can I keep my identity under wraps?Book 2 Cozy Cabins and Ferry TalesJoshGood riddance, summer tourists.
Although I'd love to celebrate their departure, I'm too busy planning the Harvest Fest at Applehill Farm while I wait for the new owner-an island newcomer-to arrive and take over. I'll make sure she understands the grass isn't greener on Greensea. Reasons? One: Tourists. Two: Rain. Three: Eternal darkness. Four: Slow drivers. Being pleasant to this newcomer while I hand over the reins as quickly as possible will be like ripping off a piece of duct tape from my hairy leg.
Let's get it over and done... SylvianeIt's Friday the 13th, a full moon, Mercury is in retrograde-and it's time for my luck to change. Farewell, evil stepfamily. Hello, new opportunities and adventures! After a cross country journey of ten days and 2, 867 miles, I'm boarding a ferry to dreamy Greensea Island, headed to my late Uncle Don's apple orchard to find my destiny and search for my true happily ever after.
Who will I meet? Will this be the place of my dreams?Book 3 Fake Dates and Ferry TalesDaveTippy Meadowcroft + Dave Sherman? No way. We can never be on the same team. Pickleball or otherwise. We're worse than oil and vinegar. We don't mix at all. But somehow I find myself in a messy predicament and instead of tending to the true love of my life-my oyster farm-I'm wasting time pretending to date my arch nemesis.
This will never work. No chance. Absolutely not. TippyIf Dave Sherman hadn't started making those ridiculous kissy faces and "come-hither" moves, we wouldn't be in this mess. But here we are. If I want to make my dream a reality, I'll have to swoon over my lifelong enemy-maybe even swap a fake kiss or two. And act like the whole thing is for real. All under the watchful eye of Greensea's observant residents.
Can I pull off this charade? Absolutely. Book 4 Best Friends and Ferry TalesOliverDaisy Bennett stops in the middle of the ferry terminal, looks up at me, and kisses me-right there, in front of half the island. Her lips are soft, sure, and impossible to resist. I don't move. I don't kiss her back. Because if I do, I might not stop. Jac-my sister, the bride, and Daisy's best friend-would string me up like a steelhead and feed me to the bald eagles.
Daisy is off-limits. That's been the rule for as long as I can remember. But suddenly, that rule feels like the only thing standing between me and something that feels right. DaisyKissing Oliver Sherman wasn't part of my plan.