I’ve written many holiday novellas over the course of my career. I absolutely love Christmas romances and I’ll continue that tradition with ONE CHRISTMAS EVE in November of this year. But it’s the second of two connected novellas and the first Cedar Street book, ONE SUMMER WEEKEND, releases August 5th. Noah Stafford and Carly Randall have been best friends for as long as they can remember, but everything changes when she agrees to pose as his fake girlfriend and be his plus-one at his boss’s wedding on Cape Cod.
I grew up spending my summers running amok on the Cape. My mom remarried an Air Force man, so I spent my childhood moving around, but I always spent summers and vacations with my dad and various other family members on Cape Cod. (For those in the know: Falmouth and the Hyannis area.) It’s always been my true north and even though I’ve lived in central New Hampshire for almost three decades, I still feel a deep sense of coming home when I cross the bridge over the canal.
And that’s probably why there’s always a yearning for the ocean in my soul. Sometimes it’s quiet, but sometimes I miss it so much it’s almost a physical ache. I rarely swim, but I’m rarely more at peace than when I’m standing at the edge of the water with the waves crashing over my feet. My son told me once that, because my family has been on the Cape since the 1630s (my sons are the first in my direct patrilineal line not born in that area), it’s actually possible that a bond to the ocean is hardwired into my emotional DNA. And that’s why, when I wrote this fun and sexy beach romance, I never considered setting it anywhere else.
This night was more than okay. They’d walked to a quiet spot on the shore away from the other guests for a few minutes. With cool, tangy night air washing over her skin, the ocean lapping at her bare feet, a drink in her hand and her best friend at her side, the night was damn near perfect.
Sitting on her grandfather’s dock, watching the sun set over the lake, was her favorite happy place, but there was something about the ocean she loved. The gentle slapping of the waves. The endless expanse of dark water. It had a restorative power she could feel in her soul. But at the same time, there was a restlessness inside her that was growing, and she couldn’t tell if it was the ocean or Noah.
There’s probably a lot of me in Carly when it comes to how she feels about the ocean. (Though I’ve never been there pretending to be my best friend’s girlfriend, only to find out there’s only one bed!) And maybe that’s why it’s one of my favorite novellas I’ve written, and I hope readers love it as much as I do!
About One Summer Weekend:
New York Times bestselling author Shannon Stacey delivers the feel-good beach read you’ve been waiting for.
Noah Stafford loves his life—his happy, single life. So what if he made up a fake girlfriend to stop his boss’s matchmaking? He kept things close to the truth—Carly really does have long, sexy legs and a killer sense of humor. She just happens to be his best friend. His wicked awesome and completely platonic best friend.
But now his boss is having a destination wedding, and Noah is expected to attend…with Carly, his girlfriend.
Carly Randall has no interest in living out a rom-com plot. But Noah is her best friend, so she agrees to help. Still, once they arrive on Cape Cod, she can’t explain the sudden butterflies she feels when he looks at her that way. Or why she doesn’t mind when Noah’s hands stray a little south of her back.
What happens on the Cape stays on the Cape.
Except not really, not at all, and once their sexy faux-cation is over, Noah and Carly return to a reality where everything’s changed. Going for it would mean risking their friendship…but forgetting how good they were together just isn’t an option.