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Barbara Bretton’s USA Today Bestseller For 4 Weeks, Shore Lights (Jersey Shore Christmas) (New Jersey Shore), is KND Brand New Romance of The Week & Sponsor of Hundreds of Freebies & 99 Centers

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4.3 stars – 16 Reviews
Text-to-Speech and Lending: Enabled

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SHORE LIGHTS was on the USA Today Bestseller list for 4 weeks.

There’s nothing more dangerous to a woman’s heart than a man who is single, straight, loves his kid, and doesn’t kiss and tell . . .

. . . except maybe her mother.

Maddy Bainbridge left her Jersey Shore home town right after high school, determined to put as many miles as possible between herself and her many meddling relatives.

Now she’s back in Paradise Point — an unemployed single mother whose only option is to accept her mother Rose’s offer of a job and a place to live.
But it doesn’t take Maddy long to discover that the things about your mother that made you crazy at 17 make you even crazier at 32. Rose’s critical comments bring out Maddy’s inner teenager and by the beginning of December, the end is in sight. Maddy would stay there at the Candlelight Inn, her mother’s popular B&B, through Christmas for her daughter Hannah’s sake, but once the New Year rolled around …

And then fate, in the form of an online auction battle over a Russian samovar that looks like Aladdin’s lamp, brings home-town hero Aidan O’Malley into her life and suddenly Maddy begins to believe anything is possible.

A child’s dreams, an old woman’s memories, the joys and heartaches that come with being part of a family, the thrill of new love and the deep comfort of love that stood the test of time — it all comes together that one special holiday season when even the most battered hearts open just wide enough to let a miracle or two slip through.

USA Today bestselling author Barbara Bretton has been hailed as a “monumental talent” (Affaire de Coeur) and now she delves deeply into the mysteries of family and shows us that even the most independent woman is still a daughter at heart.

Home: it’s where your story starts.

Reviews

“Beautifully told, with characters who touch the heart.” — Detroit Free Press

“No one tells a story like Barbara Bretton.” — Meryl Sawyer

“Soul warming…powerful relationship drama.” — Midwest Book Review

About The Author

In the month of February 1982 I wrote and sold my first novel. And no, I wouldn’t believe it either if it hadn’t happened to me. I sent in my manuscript on Thursday February 21, 1982 and four days later the telephone rang and I heard the amazing words, “We want to buy your book.” How I wish you could have seen me. I was standing by the kitchen door of our North Babylon house, the picture of cool sophistication, as I listened to Vivian Stephens explain the terms of the deal to me. You would have thought I’d sold a first book every single day of my life. Yes, I said. Sounds wonderful. Thank you so much for calling. I look forward to our association. That cool sophistication hung on until I hung up the phone, took a deep breath, then promptly threw up on my shoes.

I was thirty-one years old, unagented, unschooled, unfamiliar with anything to do with the business of publishing. To put it mildly, I was in shock. My husband was working in Manhattan at the time (and finishing up his degree at night) so it would be hours until I could break the news to him. This was too exciting to waste on a phone call. I wanted to see his face when I told him that my dream had finally come true — and came with a $6000 advance!

He pulled into the driveway at midnight. I was waiting in the doorway, holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses. I didn’t have to say a word. He knew right away and the look of joy and pride in his eyes warms me now, years later, long after the advance faded into memory.

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