For more than three hundred years, Bluff House has sat above Whiskey Beach, guarding its shore — and its secrets. To summer tourists, it’s the crown jewel of the town’s stunning scenery. To the residents of Whiskey Beach, it’s landmark and legend. To Eli Landon, it’s home. . . . A Boston lawyer, Eli has weathered an intense year of public scrutiny and police investigation after being accused of murdering his soon-to-be ex-wife. And though there was never enough evidence to have him arrested, his reputation is in tatters as well as his soul. He needs sanctuary. He needs Bluff House. While Eli’s beloved grandmother is in Boston, recuperating from a nasty fall, Abra Walsh has cared for Bluff House, among her other jobs as yoga instructor, jewelry maker, and massage therapist. She is a woman with an open heart and a wide embrace, and no one is safe from her special, some would say overbearing, brand of nurturing — including Eli. He begins to count on Abra for far more than her cooking, cleaning, and massage skills, and starts to feel less like a victim — and more like the kind of man who can finally solve the murder of his wife and clear his name. But Bluff House’s many mysteries are a siren song to someone intent on destroying Eli and reaping the rewards. He and Abra will become entangled in a centuries-old net of rumors and half-truths that could pull them under the thunderous waters of Whiskey Beach. . . . Passion and obsession, humor and heart flow together in a novel about two people opening themselves up to the truth — and to each other.
Whiskey Sour I never write reviews. And, I love Nora Roberts (one of my favorite authors). Yet, I have to say this book – in one word is – Disappointing. Was the problem with the writing or editing? It was honestly like reading someone trying to write ‘like’ the author, yet not quite getting it. And parts that needed cutting just go on for pages. Her normal great scene setting is evident at the start. And then? It doesn’t stop – for pages! The whole thing is choppy…a nice read interrupted by excesses, dry…
Sorry Nora, but I hated it! 0
Running out of ideas? Nora Roberts (and her alter ego J.D. Robb) are auto-buys for me, but she isn’t always on top of her game, and here she bobbles the ball. From the very first pages, I was disappointed. First – though this would probably be the least of the problems for the average reader – there wasn’t enough editing. I’ve noticed this over the past couple of years, and it may be due to churning out too many books on schedule. Ms. Roberts claims to write all her own books. Now consider that she produces two…