The Summer Deal by Jill Shalvis
Series: Wildstone #5
Published by William Morrow on June 2, 2020
Source: the publisher
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Series: Wildstone #5
Published by William Morrow on June 2, 2020
Source: the publisher
Amazon| Barnes & Noble|Book Depository
Goodreads
Brynn Turner desperately wishes she had it together, but her personal life is like a ping-pong match that’s left her scared and hurt after so many attempts to get it right. In search of a place to lick her wounds and get a fresh start, she heads back home to Wildstone.
And then there’s Kinsey Davis, who after battling serious health issues her entire twenty-nine years of life, is tired of hoping for . . . well, anything. She's fierce, tough, and she’s keeping more than one bombshell of a secret from Brynn -- her long-time frenemy.
But then Brynn runs into Kinsey's best friend, Eli, renewing her childhood crush. The good news: he’s still easy-going and funny and sexy as hell.
The bad news: when he gets her to agree to a summer-time deal to trust him to do right by her, no matter what, she never dreams it’ll result in finding a piece of herself she didn’t even know was missing. She could have real connections, possibly love, and a future—if she can only learn to let go of the past.
As the long days of summer wind down, the three of them must discover if forgiveness is enough to grasp the unconditional love that’s right in front of them.
From the start, I knew this was going to be another favorite of mine. Jill Shalvis has a knack of capturing the reader’s attention from the start. Like peeling an onion, there was the outer storyline but once you start turning the page, it was like layers of onion was peeling away as well.
As we are introduced to the characters, we begin unraveling their strengths and vulnerabilities. Each chapter is in the POV of one the main characters, Shalvis has a way with words that the characters appear within your mind like they are real and you are part of the conversations and their day to day life. You struggle to determine who you want to chair on, each one has their struggles, fears, and a big heart. In the end, you will cheer them all on, hoping for a happy ending for all of them.
Well, that’s all you are going to get from me, you have to pick the book or e-book, whatever your reading preference, to find out how everything turns out.
Happy Reading, my dear followers.
Brynn Turner had always wanted to be the girl who had her life together, but so far her talents hadn’t led her in that direction—although not for lack of trying.
Mentally recapping the week she’d just endured, she let out a stuttered breath. Okay, so her life skills needed some serious work, but as far as she was concerned, that was Future Brynn’s problem. Present Brynn had other things on her mind.
Like surviving the rest of the day.
With that goal in mind, she kept her eyes on the road, and three hours and two 7-Eleven hot dogs after leaving Long Beach in her rearview mirror, she pulled into Wildstone. The place that reinvented itself many times over since it’d been an 1800s California wild, wild West town complete with wooden sidewalks, saloons, haunted silver mines, and a brothel. Sandwiched between the Pacific Ocean and green rolling hills filled with wineries and ranches, Wildstone had once been her favorite place on earth.
Parking in the driveway of her childhood home, she took a minute. It’d been a decade since she’d lived here. She’d gone off
to attend college and to conquer the world, though only one of
those things had happened. She’d been back for visits, but even
that had been a while. Six months, in fact. She’d stood in this
very spot and had asked both of her well-meaning
moms to
butt out of her life, saying that she knew what she was doing.
She’d had no idea what she was doing.
Note to self: You still don’t.
With a sigh, she pulled down her visor and glanced in the mirror, hoping that a miracle had occurred and she’d see the reflection of someone who had their shit together. Her hair was knotted on top of her head with the string tie from her hoodie because she’d lost her scrunchie. She was wearing her old glasses because she’d lost her newer pair. Her face was pale and her eyes were puffy and red from a bad combo of crying and not sleeping. She wore yoga pants that hadn’t seen a yoga class since . . . well, ever, and in spite of being nearly thirty, she had a big, fat zit on her chin.
In short, she looked about as far away from having her shit together as she was from solving world hunger.
Knowing her moms—sweet and loving and nosy as hell—were going to see right through her, she pawed through her purse for a miracle. She found some lip gloss that she also dabbed on each cheek for badly needed color. As a bonus, she found two peanut M&Ms. Couldn’t waste those, could she? She shook her purse looking for more, but nope, she was out of luck.
The theme of her life.
With a sigh, she once again met her own gaze in the mirror. “Okay, here’s the drill. You’re okay. You’re good. You’re happy to be home. You’re absolutely not crawling back with your tail between your legs to admit to your moms that they were right about Asshole Ashton.”
Swallowing hard, she got out of her hunk-o-junk and grabbed her duffel bag and purse. She’d barely made it to the porch before the front door was flung open and there stood her moms in the doorway, some deep maternal instinct letting them know their sole offspring was within smothering distance.
Both in their mid-fifties, their similarities stopped there. Olive was pragmatic and stoic, and God help the person who tried to get anything by her. She was perfectly coifed as always, hair cut in a chic bob, pants and blazer fitted, giving her the look of someone who’d just walked out of a Wall Street meeting. In sharp comparison, Raina’s sundress was loose and flowery and flowing, and she wore beads around her neck and wrists that made her jingle pleasantly. She was soft and loving, and quite possibly the kindest soul on earth. And where Olive was economical with her movements, Raina was in constant motion.
Opposites attract . . .