Sand Castles

by Jean Nash

Their love defied convention... Laura Sheridan epitomized the ethereal beauty, grace, and opulence of turn-of-the-century New York society. Yet beneath her silk-skinned polish lay a burning love defying logic and discretion—an aching, forbidden desire that threatened the very bedrock she built her solid family life upon. Christopher Warren's passion for Laura rivaled the brilliance of his architectural vision. Raised in an orphanage, he was welcomed as a gifted artist—but not an equal—in the gracious mansions of Fifth Avenue and Gramercy Park. If he could reshape the skyline, why not work the same magic on society's inviolable, unwritten codes? Enslaved by desire, divided by rules they cannot obey, Laura and Christopher are unexpectedly enmeshed in a startling triangle that threatens to destroy their fragile happiness. GoodReads

472 pages, Mass Market Paperback

First published January 1, 1988

About the author

Jean Nash was born in New York City and has lived in New Jersey most of her life. Many of her vacations are spent traveling to historic sites with her husband, gathering research for her novels. Her husband enjoys this pastime as much as she does. For relaxation Jean likes to read biographies and histories, surf the internet, and play Scrabble and Backgammon. But writing is the activity which gives her the most pleasure. Jean also writes an advice column for cat owners (Dear Tabby) which is a regular feature in I Love Cats magazine.
Jean's previous books, written as Jean Nash, are: A Love Through All Time, The Silver Web, The Golden Thread, Forever My Love, Surrender the Heart, Golden Reckoning and Sand Castles. Under the pseudonym Jean Sutherland, she wrote Ties That Bind.

Reviews

[Kristin · Rating 1 out of 5]

I am wavering between "I didn't like it" and "it was ok." The story had some twists and turns that did keep me wanting to (sort of) find our what happened. However, I found the characters fairly unrealistic and unlikeable. The style of writing, too, was not to my liking. I consider myself a relatively intelligent person, but the wording was often laborious, and took away from the story. In addition, reading in minute detail the clothes and meals of every scene got old.