The Summer’s End
Barnes & Noble
Simon & Schuster
Series: Lowcountry Summer Series #3
Published by: Gallery Books
Release Date: May 19, 2015
In the powerful and third installment to her bestselling Lowcountry Summer Series, New York Times author Mary Alice Monroe brings her readers back to the charm and sultry beauty of Sullivan’s Island, South Carolina, to reveal how the pull of family bonds and true love is as strong and steady as the tides.
It is summer’s end and Sea Breeze, the family’s beloved estate on Sullivan’s Island, must be sold. It is an emotional time of transition as Mamaw and the three sisters each must face loss and find a new place in the world.
Harper, the youngest sister, arrived at Sea Breeze intending to stay only a weekend, but a rift with her wealthy, influential mother left her without direction or a home. During this remarkable summer, free from her mother’s tyranny and with the help of her half sisters, Harper discovered her talents and independent spirit.
But summer is ending, and the fate of Sea Breeze hinges on Harper’s courage to decide the course of her own life. To do so she must release her insecurities and recognize her newfound strengths. She must accept love fully into her life—the love of Mamaw, Carson, and Dora, the love of Sea Breeze and the Lowcountry, and most of all, the love of a Wounded Warrior who has claimed her heart.
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“Readers who enjoy Monroe’s blend of fiction that weaves family drama by the seaside and environmental issues will want to pick up a copy.”
—The Chicago Tribune
“To describe Monroe’s books is like trying to describe the Lowcountry itself. There is warmth and beauty found on every page, and it is simple yet complex in its nature. Storms may rage in the night, but morning always follows.”
—Myrtle Beach Online
“Mary Alice Monroe is an exquisite author who blends the magnificent Lowcountry setting with human emotions…This is a must read for fans of Southern literature.”
The dawn of another summer day. Mamaw tightened the soft cashmere throw around her thin shoulders. Slivers of light pierced the velvety blackness over the Cove, and pewter-colored shadows danced on the spiky marsh grass like ethereal ghosts.
Mamaw sat huddled on an oversize, black wicker chair on her back porch, her legs tucked beneath her. The fog was moist on her face and the predawn chill seemed to penetrate straight to her bones. She couldn’t seem to get warm with Lucille gone. Since her dear friend’s death, many nights she’d awakened from a fitful sleep and come outdoors hoping the fresh air would settle her. She’d found scant warmth or peace in the chill of predawn. In the distance, the Atlantic Ocean, her mercurial friend, roared like a hungry beast. The waves were devouring the dunes in a relentless rhythm. Echoes reverberated over Sullivan’s Island.