Coral Celebration (Coral Cottage #5)
Coral Celebration (Coral Cottage #5)
A joyful summer celebration... but old rivalries erupt in Summer Beach
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Book Description
Book Description
Book 5, Coral Cottage Series
A small beach town's centennial celebration erupts in this captivating tale of love, laughter, and the enduring power of family.
Marina and her sister Kai, entrusted with managing Summer Beach's one-hundred-year celebration, navigate treacherous waters. Age-old grudges and family secrets soon resurface. Their grandmother's hidden past casts a shadow, forcing them to confront dangerous truths.
While Marina's daughter Heather grapples with boyfriend troubles, she discovers her new husband Jack is harboring secrets of his own. As tensions rise and love is tested, the bonds of family and friendship will be stretched to their limits.
Will Summer Beach's celebration transform the family? Find out in this riveting saga of love, loss, and redemption in a beloved beach town. Don't miss the season's must-read story!
From USA Today bestselling author Jan Moran, Coral Celebration is the fifth novel in the Summer Beach: Coral Cottage series. In ebook, audiobook, paperback, hardcover, and large print.
Read A Sample
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βOrder up,β Marina called to her daughter, who was waiting tables on the sunny patio with the beach view.β©She added a drizzle of raspberry vinaigrette to the spinach salads she had prepared with scoops of berries, sprinkles of feta cheese, and glazed walnuts. This dish had become a popular summer special at the Coral Cafe.β©Heather sailed into the kitchen to pick up the order.
βSounds like the centennial celebration is out of control. Thereβs a mutiny going on at table five.ββ©Marina gave her a warning look. βWhat did I tell you about gossiping?ββ©
βI call it being well informed,β Heather said, winking at Cruise, who was flipping turkey burgers on the cooktop.β©
Marina glanced up from her open-air kitchen workspace, concerned about the important Summer Beach event, which was the major tourist event of the summer this year. The small town had been incorporated a hundred years ago, and residents were eager to celebrate.β©
Peering out onto the dining patio, Marina saw volunteers huddled around a table under a broad coral umbrella.
βWhatβs going on out there?ββ©
βThe committee is voting to replace Rhoda, who didnβt show up to todayβs meeting,β Heather replied, lowering her voice. βOr the last one. I heard them say she has barely organized the parade. But no one else wants to take on that responsibility.ββ©
βRhodaβs mind is probably elsewhere.β Marina had heard that Rhodaβs mother was having health challenges. That had to be weighing on the poor woman, but she didnβt strike Marina as well organized anyway.
βIβm sure theyβll sort it out.ββ©Heather picked up the salads.
βYouβd have that organized in no time, Mom. Look what youβve done with this place.ββ©
βI offered to bring the food truck. Iβll reach out again after our trip.ββ©Marina was also growing concerned for the community and the event. She had left messages for Rhoda expressing interest in bringing her Coral Cafe food truck to the event, but the other woman hadnβt returned her calls. Neither had she been in touch with other restaurants. They would all need time to arrange staffing, menus, and supplies, and the event was only a few weeks away now.β©No wonder people were growing nervous.
The Summer Beach Centennial promotions were running all over Southern California, and a sizable number of visitors were expected. All the inns had been fully booked for weeks.β©Marina would certainly be prepared at the cafe, but she had hoped to bring her food truck to the event venue at the beach.
She clicked her tongue, wondering who they would find to oversee efforts on such short notice.β©She would mention that to Ginger, she decided. Her grandmother knew everyone in town.β©As for Marina, she had other things on her mind.
Jack was at home packing the VW van for the short getaway they had planned. This was her first break since the spring rush kicked off the busy tourist season. They were leaving early in the morning and would only be gone a couple of nights, but it would be well worth it.β©
She turned to Cruise, who was placing fresh sweet potato fries into sizzling hot oil. With his tattoos and sun-bleached hair wound into a man-bun at the nap of his neck, he was young and had plenty of energy.β©βI left a checklist in the prep area for you.ββ©
βDonβt worry, Iβve got this.β Cruise slapped more turkey patties on the grill for the popular sliders.β©βIβm sure you do, but Iβd still like for you to review it,β she said evenly.β©Cruise was talented, but sometimes he made assumptions or took shortcuts she had to correct. Still, she liked him well enough, and so did Heather. He was here only for the summer, working part-time for her and surfing as much as he could.β©Her sister Brooke would wait tables, and their grandmother Ginger would greet customers and oversee the cafe, but still, Marina worried. Although the cafe was going well, one slip-up could tarnish its reputation and damage the business.
She had worked hard to create systems that others could follow to ensure consistency.β©Otherwise, she would have no life outside of work. She had little as it was.β©Heather returned to the kitchen and clipped another order to the rotating rack.
βThose fries sure smell good, Cruise. Will you save some for me?ββ©
βAlways,β he replied with a grin.
βWith my special garlic aioli.ββ©Heather beamed at him. βYouβre the best.ββ©He puffed out his chest.
βI like to think so.ββ©Heather laughed and popped him with her dishtowel.
βOh, listen to you.ββ©Chuckling, Cruise jumped back, hitting the handle of a hot skillet.β©
βHey, you two,β Marina said. βCareful round fires and knives. We canβt afford any accidents.ββ©
βSorry, Mom.β Heather picked up an order and ducked from the kitchen, grinning back at Cruise.β©This interaction caught Marinaβs attention. Heather and Cruise had become good friends. That was all it was, she thought, although Heather hadnβt talked about seeing anyone else this summer. Usually, her daughter confided in her.β©Marina blew a wisp of hair from her eyes. Maybe she worried too much, but it was a habit sheβd developed after Stanβs death when she was raising her twins.β©
Now in her mid-forties with a new husband she adored, it was time to eliminate habits that no longer served her. By tomorrow morning, she would be on the open road with him and their childrenβexcept for Ethan, who was on the golf course with clients.β©With Jack by her side and a new future ahead, it was time to open her heart and clear her mind. As she worked on another order, she smiled to herself. Two days in nature was just what she needed.β©β©
As Jack steered his retro VW van, Marina leaned back in her seat, taking in the ocean view. The day was sunny, so sheβd worn denim shorts with a white T-shirt, and she felt almost like a kid again, shedding the stress sheβd been under for months.β©Heather and Leo were in the back seat with Scout stretched between them, his tail wagging as he pawed for belly rubs.β©This was a short break they had all needed.β©
βKeep an eye on the ocean,β Jack said as he wound along the narrow beach access road.
βWe might see some whales migrating.ββ©Leo pressed his hands to the window.
βWhat kind of whales, Dad?ββ©When Jack didnβt reply, Heather tousled her younger stepbrotherβs shaggy hair.
βItβs summer, so that means finbacks and blue whales.ββ©Jack grinned. βIβm impressed.ββ©
βSo am I,β Marina said. βWhere did you learn that?ββ©Heather shrugged off the compliments. βJust random facts I pick up at the cafe. Youβd be surprised what you learn by listening. Like the centennial mutiny yesterday. Iβm amazed that people still think the help canβt hear.ββ©
βWhy not?β Leo asked with the wide eyes of a pre-teen.
βYou have ears.ββ©They all laughed at that, and Heather smiled at him. βItβs a saying, but itβs still true. People forget that servers can hear the secrets they share.ββ©Jack shot Marina a look of concern. βWhatβs this about a mutiny?ββ©
βThe committee voted to oust Rhoda,β Marina replied. βAt the moment, no one is in charge of the centennial volunteer committee.ββ©
βYou and Ginger could sort that out,β Jack said.β©
βNot you, too.β Marina laughed as Heather poked her. As good as life was in Summer Beach, the summer season was a marathon at the cafe. She had to pace herself to avoid burnout.β©She was glad to have her daughter helping at the cafe. Heather was on summer break from the university.
Last year, she had an internship, but this year, sheβd opted to stay in Summer Beach, saying she wanted to spend a summer at home before she graduated and got a job that would probably take her elsewhere.β©Once again, Marina would miss her.β©After Marinaβs news anchor position ended disastrously, she had closed her flat in San Francisco and moved to Summer Beach.
At the time, the twins were attending Duke University on the East Coast.β©Ethan was there on a golf scholarship, yet he struggled academically due to dyslexia. After he left school and landed a job at a golf country club in San Diego, Heather no longer wanted to stay in North Carolina alone. With Ethan on the path to turn pro in golf, Heather joined the family in Summer Beach to finish school in San Diego.β©
Jack rotated his neck and drew a hand over it, winching.β©βNeed a break from driving?β Marina reached over to massage his neck and shoulders. βWow, you have some ferocious knots.ββ©
βRight there, thanks for that,β he replied, softly squeezing her knee. βWhen we find a place to stop, weβll have that picnic you packed. Just a little longer.ββ©She placed her hand on his. Marina was growing more comfortable with Jack every day, and she enjoyed the small touches and conversations that made up their daily lives. Their first anniversary was coming up soon.β©In their first year, they both had to adjust to new routines. Initially, Jack had been shocked when Leo landed in his life. Heβd gone from being single, living in New York City, and working as an investigative reporter to being a new, inexperienced father in a quiet, Southern California beach town.β©
While Jack had adapted, he also confided in Marina about the weight of his new role and responsibilities to his son, who would soon enter middle school in the sixth grade. This was a critical time for a young boy, and Jack didnβt want to make any more mistakes than he already had.β©From the corner of her eye, she saw Jack stifle a yawn. Add a first marriage in his forties to the mix, and Marina understood why Jack had trouble sleeping.β©
βWe should stop soon,β she said. βNo need to push on.ββ©
βOkay. As soon as I find a good spot.β He rubbed his eyes and stared ahead.β©βHow are your illustrations for the new book coming along?β she asked, making conversation to keep him alert. Jack had been working hard on a set of illustrations for her grandmotherβs surprisingly popular childrenβs book series.β©
βPretty well,β he replied. βGinger is an excellent collaborator. Bringing her stories to life is a nice change from the big city grind.ββ©
βThat article seems to be taking longer than you expected.ββ©He shook his head. βOne lead often leads to five. I need to follow them all.ββ©Jack was also writing a lengthy investigative article for his former editor in New York. Having won a Pulitzer Prize, Jack was well respected in his field. He had taken on new assignments because he was concerned about the cost of Leoβs education.β©
Marina understood his need to meet the new challenges of fatherhood. He had also bought the beach bungalow heβd been renting. She shared the expenses with her earnings from the cafe.β©Marina was proud of Jack, and he was equally pleased about her cafe and food truck, though finding time for each other was challenging. Hence, this short getaway for their new blended family.β©Suddenly, something caught Marinaβs attention.
βSlow down,β she cried in alarm, peering out the window. βSomething washed up on the beach. We need to turn around.ββ©Jack grimaced. βIs it dead or alive?ββ©
βOh, wait. I see it, Mom.β Heather flipped her wavy, dark blond ponytail and twisted in her seat. βLooks sort of lumpy.ββ©
βI think itβs a fishing net,β Marina said, squinting against the sun. βBut itβs moving. An animal might be trapped in it.ββ©
βLike a dolphin?β Leo asked, looking worried.β©At that, Heather leaned forward and tapped Jack. βWe really need to stop.ββ©
βWill do.β Jack looked back at Leo.
βHey, son. Will you keep an eye on Scout? We donβt need him barking at whatever creature is in trouble while we check it out. Can you manage that?ββ©
βSure, Dad.β Leo ran his hand over the yellow Labrador retriever, and Scout nudged him with his snout, his mouth stretched into a panting grin.β©With his thick dark hair and bright blue eyes, Leo was a younger replica of his father. At eleven, Leo was becoming more responsible, and Marina was pleased that heβd accepted his fatherβs marriageβand her as his stepmother. Ethan was also coaching the young boy in golf while he worked toward his dream of turning pro.β©While her children liked Jack, he seemed a little unsure of his role with Heather and Ethan. Getting married was one thing. Becoming a family was another.β©Jack waited for a car to pass before executing a U-turn.
βWhere exactly is this sea creature from the depths of the ocean?ββ©
βOn the other side of that outcropping of rocks.β Marina pointed at a spot near the shoreline. βSee it now?ββ©
βYeah, I do.β He pulled to the shoulder of the road. βIβve got a knife in the back. I can try to free whatever it is.β He flipped on the emergency flashers.
βCould be another nosy dog. Leo, put the leash on Scout and keep a strong grip on him.ββ©βIβll help him,β Heather said, sliding on her flip-flops.β©They got out of the van and walked cautiously toward the shifting mound of heavy netting by the waterβs edge.β©When Marina saw what it was, her heart leapt.
βTheyβre young sea lions. More than one.ββ©βAre you sure theyβre not seals?β Jack asked, approaching them.β©Marina stood near the bundle, careful to keep her distance.
βSee their flippers and how they can walk on them? Plus, they have snouts like dogs.ββ©She knew humans shouldnβt touch marine mammals unless they knew what they were doing, and she certainly didnβt.β©
βOh no, one of them looks hurt,β Heather said, pressing a hand to her chest. βWe canβt release them like that. They need help.ββ©
βThere might be a mammal rescue group in the vicinity.β Marina looked at her phone, and her heart sank. βI donβt have a signal.ββ©Suddenly, a loud, strangled bark erupted behind them.β©Marina whipped around. Judging from the distress in the animalβs voice, she said, βI think thatβs the mother. Or father. We should stay back.ββ©
βPoor Mama,β Heather said. βI wish we could give her babies back right now.ββ©βHold onto Scout,β Jack said, backing away.β©The larger sea lion seemed to sense they meant no harm, but it continued to pace in distress. Marina breathed out a guarded sigh of relief.β©As they were retreating from the net, Heather cried, βI have a signal.ββ©
βQuick, search for a number for ocean mammal rescue,β Marina said. βAnd donβt move from that spot.ββ©Heather tapped the screen a few times. βI think Iβve got it. But I donβt know where we are.ββ©βTap the arrow on a map,β Leo said, his arms wrapped around Scout. βThat locates you.ββ©
βHow do you know that?β Jack asked, clearly impressed.β©Leo grinned. βI saw it on a video.ββ©Heather handed the phone to Marina. βMom, would you talk to them?ββ©
βSure.β Marina looked at the screen. Heather had pulled up a hotline number for a marine mammal rescue.
βJack, would you keep an eye on the mother and the pups?ββ©
βHere goes.β Marina tapped the number and told the person who answered where they were and what theyβd found.β©After she hung up, Jack asked, βHow soon can they come?ββ©
βTheyβre about ten minutes away,β Marina replied.
βThey said not to approach or try to help them. With one of the pups injured, it could make the mother angry. Theyβre usually not dangerous, but sea lions will defend their young.ββ©They waited, keeping watch over the young sea lion family. Soon, a blue, four-wheel-drive truck emblazoned with a bright yellow logo pulled onto the beach.β©
A team of several women and men jumped out. The tallest one, a good-looking young man with closely cropped hair and a good physique, seemed to be in charge.β©He had an easy, genuine smile that Marina immediately liked.β©
βIβm Blake Hayes,β he said.
βWe appreciate your call. We see this more than weβd like. My team can cut the net, but since one is injured, weβll take them all to our center for observation.ββ©
βWhat do you think happened?β Heather asked.β©Blake glanced at his team, who were assessing the situation.
βSea lions and others get caught in fishing nets, and the tide washes them in. Thatβs probably the mother over there. She must have followed her pups, trying to save them. She looks exhausted, too. Itβs a good thing you called.ββ©Heather tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. βWell, actually, it was my mom.ββ©
βBut Heather insisted we stop,β Marina said.β©A smile touched Blakeβs face. βIβm glad you did. Heather, itβs nice to meet you.ββ©One of Blakeβs colleagues raised a hand. βHey, Dr. Blake, you need to look at this little guy.ββ©βExcuse me,β he said to Heather.
βItβs nice to meet you and your family.ββ©
βShould we stay?β Heather asked.β©βYou donβt have to, but you can.β Blake reached into his pocket. βIf you see any other stranded marine mammals, hereβs my card. Do you live around here?ββ©
βIn Summer Beach,β Heather replied.β©
βNice village.β Blake smiled. βThis wonβt take long.β He trotted toward his team.β©Scout strained against Leo, and Jack took over.
βThanks, sport. I got him now.ββ©Marina put her arm around Heather. βYou did a good thing by asking Jack to pull over. That shows your kind heart.ββ©Watching Blake and his team, Heather shrugged. βWouldnβt anyone do that?ββ©
βYouβd be surprised.β Marina stood with her family, and they continued watching the team work to free the family of sea lions.β©After inspecting the injured pup and administering first aid, Blake helped the team load the young sea lion into the truck. Shortly, another vehicle pulled up.β©
Blake walked back to Marina and the others. βI wanted to thank you again. Weβll take them all in for treatment, but theyβll probably be fit to release soon. If you hadnβt called, they might have perished. This is a lonely stretch of the beach, especially during the week.β
He looked at Heather. βDo you want me to let you know when we release them?ββ©βIβd like that,β Heather said shyly.
βYou can find me at the Coral Cafe in Summer Beach. Itβs my momβs restaurant.ββ©βActually, Iβve been there,β Blake said, raising his brow. βItβs very good.ββ©
βAre you a sea lion doctor?β Leo asked.β©Blake knelt to Leoβs height. βIβm an aquatic veterinarian. Ever since I was your age, I wanted to help animals that make their home in the sea.ββ©
βThatβs cool,β Leo said, eyeing the truck. βAnd you get to drive that?ββ©βSure do,β Blake replied. βCome by the center sometime. Iβll give you a ride and show you around. We have a full medical facility for marine mammals. Around here, itβs mostly sea lions, seals, and turtles, but we help all sorts.ββ©
Leoβs eyes widened. βEven whales?ββ©βYou bet.β Blake chuckled. βIβve treated whales and sent them back to live in the sea.ββ©After Blake and his team left, Jack led Scout to the car, and everyone piled in. They drove a short distance and stopped for their picnic. Marina opened the back of the VW, which had a small built-in kitchen. With Heatherβs help, she began to assemble sandwiches.β©
βWhat an adventure that was,β Marina said. βIβm glad we could help.ββ©Heather gazed toward the ocean.
βI wonder what itβs like to spend your days working around animals?ββ©
βI think it would take a compassionate soul to do that,β Marina replied.β©Heather tore off crisp lettuce leaves for the sandwiches.
βDo you still need help for the anniversary party Ginger arranged this weekend?ββ©
With her connections, Marinaβs grandmother brought in a lot of business for the cafe and the food truck sheβd added. Gingerβs friends had booked the food truck for a party at their beach house.β©
βIf youβre available, I could use you.β Thinking about how Heather had looked at Blake, Marina wondered if she was interested in anyone. She hadnβt dated much since sheβd returned from North Carolina, but Heather was naturally reserved. She had a history of anxiety about tests in school.
βBut anytime you have a date, let me know. I can cover for you.ββ©Heather shrugged. βYou have Jack and Leo to think about now.ββ©
βYour life is important, too. Iβm thinking of hiring another server.β She paused. βDr. Blake seemed nice.ββ©A swift, shy smile crossed Heatherβs face, giving her away.
βHeβs older than I am.ββ©βProbably only a few years.β Once again, Marina had the sense that Heather was holding something back. βHave you met someone at school?ββ©
βNope, no one.ββ©Heather was quick to answer, Marina thought. But with Jack looking hungry and Leo racing toward them with Scout, she let it go for now.β©As she was slicing the sandwiches, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Thinking it might be someone at the cafe, she asked Heather to finish and pulled out her phone.β©Her hands were slippery, and she fumbled with the screen, jabbing at it with her knuckles.
βHello?ββ©βMarina, Iβm so glad I caught you,β Rhoda said, sounding out of breath.β©At once, Marinaβs heart sank upon hearing Rhodaβs voice. Of all the people sheβd met in Summer Beach, Rhoda was one of the more challenging locals.
Whenever she called, it was to ask for a personal favor or help with something. Once, she had asked Marina to comp a fancy lunch for thirty of her friends, supposedly to introduce them to the cafe.β©However, Marina knew one of those friends who told her it was Rhodaβs birthday. Rhoda had been huffy when Marina declined, citing the inability to host such a large party for free. Otherwise, sheβd be comping everyoneβs birthday party in Summer Beach.β©
βHi, Rhoda,β Marina said, trying to sound pleasantly rushed. βIβm not at the cafe today. Jack and I have taken the kids for a holiday, so I really canβt talk. But I hope your mother is feeling better.ββ©
βA little, thanks. I need to talk to you, and this will only take a minute if you say yes.β Rhodaβs voice was edged with desperation. βI need you to step up for the centennial celebration.ββ©
βOf course,β Marina said, wondering if Rhoda was still in charge. βIβm happy to bring the food truck downtown for the parade.ββ©
βOkay, but Iβm not calling about that. Iβve been trying to organize everything, but itβs too much for one person. Then I thought about you. How you manage the cafe is amazing. Why, I never thought you could make a go of it, but youβre still in business, even if youβre not making much money.ββ©Rhoda was also an expert at the back-handed compliment. Marina fought to maintain civility.
βWhile I appreciate your point of viewβββ©βPlease hear me out,β Rhoda said, cutting her off.
βYouβre the only person who hasnβt turned me down, so youβre my last hope. I thought I could do this myself, but no one is willing to step up to help.ββ©
βDonβt you have a committee of volunteers?ββ©βTheyβre no help.ββ©Marina suppressed a groan. She could have predicted this. Ever since the announcement of the centennial celebration parade and fireworks, the mayor had been looking for someone to take charge. Rhoda lobbied hard for it.
Marina suspected she liked feeling important, but her organizational skills were chaotic at best.β©This was one mess Marina had to avoid. Jack and Heather were staring at her, listening to her side of the conversation. She owed it to them to stay out of this, too.β©Marina faced the ocean breeze and ran a hand through her hair.
βBetween the cafe and my family commitments, I hope youβll understand that I have to decline.ββ©Rhoda seemed to pick up on Marinaβs hesitation.
βYou know, Iβve helped make your cafe the success that it is.ββ©Here she goes, Marina thought, bracing herself.
βReally? I donβt see you there much.β She refrained from adding that Rhoda had missed the last meeting at the cafe.β©βMaybe not, but Iβve told hundreds, maybe thousands, of people about it. Iβm practically a one-person PR firm for you. I wonβt say you owe meβIβm too classy for thatβbut with you on board, the centennial will be a guaranteed success. This time, I wonβt take no for an answer.β Rhoda paused, lowering her voice as if for dramatic effect. βI know youβre the person for the job. I even had a dream about it.ββ©This was far too much for Marina.
While the thought of volunteering for the centennial celebration was appealing, working closely with Rhoda was not. Maybe she meant wellβand that was being generousβbut she was a talkative whirlwind with little follow-through.β©Still, Rhoda gossiped, and Marina didnβt need her to start spreading rumors about the cafe.β©βWhat a shame my life is so busy right now,β Marina began, choosing her words carefully.
βWhile I canβt commit to helping you with planning and execution, I will bring my food truck to the event with a special menu. Thatβs the best I can do, Iβm afraid.ββ©There was a pause on the other end of the line. βWell, thatβs something,β Rhoda finally said, sounding deflated. βBut I still need your help. Think about it, and Iβll call you tomorrow.ββ©Marinaβs gaze settled on Heather, who was finishing the lunch preparations. She thought of the life she had built in Summer Beach, and while she loved her community, working with Rhoda would be a disaster. And it sounded like the committee was replacing her anyway.β©
βYou donβt need to do that,β Marina said, remaining firm in her decision. βIβm doing what I can for you. My food truck will be there. But youβll need someone else to help you with the event.ββ©
Rhoda heaved a sigh. βIβve done a lot for you, but maybe you donβt realize it. Iβve even invited a food critic to the Coral Cafe for you. Heβll be showing up soon.β She paused for a dramatic sigh.
βEveryone Iβve talked to has said youβre the perfect person to help me. I would hate for them to think badly of you or the cafe for not being willing to help me when I needed you. So, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.ββ©
Click.β©
Marina hung up and threw up her hands. βI shouldnβt have taken that call.ββ©βBravo for sticking to your principles,β Jack said, grinning. βShe has some nerve. That last bit sounded like a mob boss. She tried every trick in the book.ββ©
βCould you hear what she was saying?β Marina asked.β©βSheβs not shy, Mom.β Heather giggled. βAnd somehow, you turned on your speakerphone. I almost cracked up when she started in on the dream.ββ©Marina had to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
βThe funny thing is, if it werenβt for her, working on the centennial celebration sounds like a lot of fun.ββ©Heather put up the sandwiches, and Leo charged toward the lunch spread.β©Jack scooped a sandwich onto a plate for Leo. βLet someone else take on that misery.ββ©
βI agree,β Marina said as she wrapped the extra bread. βBut I hope the centennial celebration wonβt be one of Rhodaβs more memorable disasters. Summer Beach deserves better than that.ββ©Jack swept his arms around her and tapped her nose.
βYou donβt have to solve other peopleβs problems. Let the mayor figure it out.ββ©
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5. Will the BookFunnel app work on my device?
The Bookfunnel app works on the following:
a. Kindle Fire tablets after 2015
b. Kobo eReadersΒ exceptΒ Kobo Aura
c. Nook tablets after 2014
d. Apple devices (Apple Books, iTunes, iPads, iPhones) using a minimum of iOS 10+ (2016) (but most were upgraded to iOS 10 after 2012)
e. Android Tablets and Phones after Android 5.1(2013)
You can also read on your computer using Chrome or Firefox browser.
Unfortunately, the Bookfunnel App doesn't work on :
E-Ink devicesΒ including Kindle Paperwhite, Touch, Voyage, Oasis, NOOK GlowlightΒ and Kobo Aura.
Internet Explorer browser
Kindle Fire 1st Gen (2011)
NOOK Color (2010), NOOK Tablet (2011), NOOK HD (2012)
6. What should I do if I don't have an e-reader device?
If you have a desktop computer or laptop or phone, you can simply install Chrome or Firefox, or read in the cloud on your phone, or sideload it onto your device (the Bookfunnel support team can help with this).Β
help@bookfunnel.com
7. Can I get a refund on digital items?
Generally, there are no refunds on digital items unless you purchased in error or have a device that does not support the BookFunnel App. Then we're happy to accomodate you. If you're having trouble downloading, reach out to the friendly folks at BookFunnel (#3 above).
Refunds & Returns
Refunds & Returns
Refunds will be given for purchases made in error but do not apply to the following goods: Digital goods: ebooks, audiobooks and gift cards. These are instant downloads.
Please choose carefully. Refunds only given if you buy a duplicate item within 48 hours of first purchase in which case the duplicate item will be refunded.
Refunds for physical goods.