Crazy busy these days. Two novels coming out June 7.
Forever Beach as Shelley Noble, about a young single woman’s determination to adopt her foster daughter, but her only shot at protecting the child she loves is to enlist the help of her estranged former best friend, who betrayed her when they were both in the foster system and who is now a high profile family lawyer.
Fortunately her friends are there to help her to see her way through with support, love and good times at the beach—their Forever Beach
And A Golden Cage, the second of my Shelley Freydont, Newport Gilded Age Mystery,where headstrong heiress Deanna Randolph must solve another murder among the social elite.
With her mother in Europe, Deanna is staying with the Ballard family, who agree to chaperone her through the summer season and guide her toward an advantageous marriage proposal—or so her mother hopes. Relishing her new freedom, Deanna is more interested in buying one of the fashionable new bathing costumes, joining a ladies’ bicycling club, and befriending an actress named Amabelle Deeks. Mayhem ensues.
Okay, I’m a little behind my time, as Bob Cratchit said to Scrooge on the day after Christmas. Here’s a time line for the blog tour I just finished, but if you’d like to read some lovely reviews of Whisper Beach follow the links below.
When a group of friends reunite in the idyllic beach town where they grew up, they must reevaluate their loyalty to one another or lose their friendship forever
Twelve years ago, Vanessa “Van” Moran fell in love and lost her virginity—but not to the same boy. She fled Whisper Beach desperate and pregnant, never telling a soul about her secret. Now a professional Manhattan organizer, she must return home for the first time to attend the funeral of her best friend’s husband. Van intends to only stay for a weekend, but her plans fall by the wayside as the troubles of this coastal town draw her in.
Dorie, the owner of the pier’s infamous Blue Crab Restaurant where Van and her friends worked as teenagers, enlists Van’s help to save the nearly bankrupt eatery. While Van throws herself into this new task, the man she once loved reenters her life, willing to pick up where they left off.
As the restaurant begins to thrive and Van reconnects with old friends, trouble comes from an unexpected source and she realizes she must face the decisions of her past or sacrifice this new life she has so carefully built.
For Van, this summer will test the meaning of friendship and trust—and how far love can bend before it breaks.
About Shelley Noble
Shelley Noble is a former professional dancer and choreographer and has worked on a number of films. She lives at the Jersey shore where she loves to visit lighthouses and vintage carousels. She is a member of Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, and Romance Writers of America.
One night down by the pier, I was looking out over the water, listening to the waves breaking and rolling and thinking of pirates. Which isn’t as odd as it might sound.
In the 17th and early 18th centuries New Jersey saw its share of infamous pirates protected, even aided and abetted them, fed them, loved them. Jamaica Inn and Frenchman Creek had nothing over the creeks and rivers and villages of New Jersey. Blackbeard, and Captain Morgan, and Captain Kidd among less notable wayfarers
And that’s why I was thinking about pirates that night at the pier.
I had just started putting together my Jersey Shore novel Whisper Beach. I knew I wanted it to be a somewhat whimsical town, in a Jersey in your face style of whimsy.
So as the waves rolled onto the sand I came up with a legend about the beach.
To the locals, Whisper Beach got its name from the sound of the waves shush-shushing against the pylons of the pier. Those with a more imaginative nature, usually after several pints down at Mike’s Pub, insist that one of Jean Lafitte’s mistresses brought her baby there every day waiting for a glimpse of his ship and shushing her baby’s cries with a promise of his return.
Young girls still climb beneath the pier at night to whisper the name of a boy, in hopes he’ll be the one they marry.
But any teenager, wife, husband, or public figure who’d ever felt the lash of town gossip knew that the whispers were only the beginning. And they didn’t stop until they turned into a roar.
I imagined young girls sneaking out to meet their friends at the pier, whispering heartfelt names of pimply boys and football players not in white hand embroidered nightgowns, but in mismatched pjs with photos of the Jonas Brothers and Backstreet Boys on the front.
At night men and children wade into the marshes, not to lure an unsuspecting ship to its doom like the Mooncussers of a former time, but to stretch their food budget with a little illicit crabbing.
Whisper Beach is a story of four friends, reunited at a funeral. Who grew up in a simpler time at the shore and who have tried to adapt each in her own way. But who will have to reevaluate everything they thought they knew before. That’s okay, they’ll make it.
We know how to make our own kind of legends here in Jersey. After all we brought you Desperate Housewives and the Jersey Shore. And the women of Whisper Beach have their own story to tell. JUNE 16
I’ve often wondered why I never get to the end of my to do list. Today I finally got it, because it’s a to do list, not a done list, or a never mean to do list, but a to do list, and the items that you don’t get accomplished just get transferred to the next to do list.
I’ve noticed that the ones that get left over from the list the day before, are also the ones that don’t get done today or tomorrow. There’s a message there. So tomorrow i’m putting the ones still to be done tonight at the top of tomorrow’s list. Think I can make it work?
For example, this blog. I have three novels and a novella coming out from now through September. Just thinking about it amazes me. I’ve been doing edits, copyedits, proof reading as well as beginning next years books. (May the force be with me . . .and you too.) I’ve written blogs for other people, but I forgot about my own.
But I’m still here and this year’s novels will be here soon.
My beach book comes out first. It’s sort of a Big Chill -2015 Jersey Shore Edition story. Four childhood friends , well actually three friends and the other girl who sometimes hung out with them, come back as adults to attend a funeral. Things have changed . . .or have they? Maybe they are finally experiencing all the things about friendship that they never understood before. But can they trust it? Or each other?
It’s a theme I like to explore, the meaning of friendship and trust and how far love can bend before it breaks.
What about friendship interests you most?
Whisper Beach June 16
Shelley Freydont mysteries coming in July, August and September. Whew!
On the official first day of spring, my town got almost six inches of snow. I was on my way to the Liberty States, Create Something Magical Conference and didn’t even make the Friday night dinner, mainly because I waited until after three and traffic was bumper to bumper and moving at five miles an hour. I’ve never seen that before. I always feel like I live in cowboy country when I get on that Parkway. so I drove up Saturday morning between fairy-tale snow covered trees. A magical beginning to a magical weekend. It was all gone by that afternoon and yesterday my local farm market opened with pansies and beets and spinach, according to their sign, that only last week had read, Thinking About Opening Soon.
It was a crazy busy year last year which is why I’ve decided to join forces with my Shelley Freydont self to keep one blog. Really we’re both stubborn, but we do play well with each other (Most of the time). I was working on two mysteries and one women’s fiction with a couple of novellas to keep things interesting and a little stressful. But what a great way to live making up stories all day long. Here’s one of the books I was working on and the first one to be published this year.
Whisper Beach June 16
A story of friends, loyalty, and love as three women are reunited in the New Jersey Shore beach town where they grew up. For them, this summer will test the meaning of friendship and trust—and how far love can bend before it breaks.
Yes I finally get to write about the jersey shore which is a beautiful place with lovely people. If you’ve ever wondered what the Jersey shore is really like, you may be surprised.
I know it’s only November and we still have Thanksgiving and December holidays to go before the new year. But I woke up this morning and thought Yikes, where did my year go? I feel like I’m racing to the finish.
And how much can I cram into the last month and a half?
I had a great year. Living at the shore is a sure fire way to reduce stress. Stuck on a plot point? A the minute walk on the beach will fix that? Well at least give you a new viewpoint when you return to the manuscript.
Did I bask in the sun all summer? No. I sat at my computer all summer. All winter, spring and fall (so far.) Am I a happy camper?
YES. YES. YES.
It was wild. I wrote my next women’s fiction. Whisper Beach, which comes out in June. About childhood friends who might or might not still be friends when the re meet at a funeral. A touch of the Big Chill Jersey Edition.
Then I wrote the first novel in a new historical mystery series (as Shelley Freydont). A Gilded Grave. It was really fun and hair-tearing. Lots of research. But that’s the beauty of working at something you love, and feel compelled to do. It takes pace in 1895, the height of the Gilded Age in Newport, Rhode Island, which gave me a double dose of one of my favorite places because it came on the heels of my last Women’s Fiction Breakwater Bay which is a contemporary story set in Newport.
And last but not least a new Celebration Bay novel and novella to be out in time for Halloween next year.
It was a crazy year. Crazy and beach-soothing. Did I feel like I missed anything? Sure. Lots, but it was worth it.
I hope I get to repeat it next year. Though I will try to schedule better.
How did your year go? Meet your goals? Sat back and enjoyed life? A little bit of both? What do you love spending (almost) every waking minute doing?
I’m on a blog tour for the next two months for my July 1, Breakwater Bay. A story that takes place in Newport Rhode Island among the great Gilded Age “Cottages” and a farm on the shore near Little Compton, Rhode Island.
Here’s a bit about the Meri’s story.
Preservationist Meri Hollis loves her latest project, restoring one of Newport’s forgotten Gilded Age mansions. And with summer approaching, she’ll be able to spend more time with her Gran on the Rhode Island shore. She has a great job, a loving family, and she’s pretty sure her boyfriend is going to propose on her thirtieth birthday.
But everything Meri believes about family, happiness, truth, and love is shattered when her family’s darkest secret is exposed.
Thirty years before, Meri’s neighbor and friend, Alden Corrigan, took his father’s dinghy out to fish. In a sudden storm, he rushed to help a woman stranded on the breakwater. She was just a girl . . . a very pregnant girl who disappeared soon after they reached safety—But not before she left behind a very special gift.
Now that the truth it out, life will change for everyone in Breakwater Bay, and Meri and Alden will have to make decisions that could insure their future together . . . or separate them for good.
What a winter, right? Add to that moving and a deadline that galloped toward the present and I’ve been hibernating in front of my computer screen.
But now the novel is finished except, fingers crossed, a couple of more read throughs. I have a couple of days before I need to start on the next one in earnest. And the weatherman promises Saturday will be warm enough for my first extended walk on the beach.
I’ve been several times. Thanks goodness for thermal clothes and warm coats, hats, gloves. Still except for a few occasions, my nose gave out before my feet did. That ocean wind can be a deal breaker for long strolls along the shore.
But now I’m psyched. I’m turning in my super dooper hybrid mountain bike (really it belongs to my daughter) and getting myself a beach cruiser. No gears, it’s flat here. And I don’t need to feel the wind whizzing by as I ride, I just need to peddle to the beach.