A tantalizing novel of two women bound by blood but divided by a long-buried secret, and the island that holds the key to the fateful summer that changed everything forever.In 1959, Hollywood ingenue Mercy Welles seems to have the world at her feet. Far removed from her Nebraska roots, she has crafted herself into a glamorous Oscar-nominated actress engaged to an up-and-coming director…Until she shockingly vanishes without a trace, just as her career is taking off.Almost sixty years later, Kit O’Neill, a junior television producer in Manhattan, is packing up her recently deceased grandmother’s attic, only to discover a long-lost box of souvenirs that reveal that the grandmother who raised her and her sister Claire was, in fact, the mysterious Mercy Welles.Putting her investigative skills to use, Kit is determined to solve the riddle of her grandmother’s missing life, and the trail eventually leads to Martha’s Vineyard.Mercy retreats to the island nursing a broken heart, only to be drawn to the roguish Ren Sewards, who is not just the simple oysterman he appears to be but a scion of one of the island’s wealthy founding families. With her attraction to Ren quickly growing, Mercy soon finds herself entangled in the intrigues of the tightly knit community and the secrets of the Sewards.Alternating between Mercy and Kit’s timelines, including excerpts from letters Mercy wrote the summer she disappeared, The Lost Letters from Martha’s Vineyard unfurls into a heart-stopping story of love, betrayal, and even murder.
The Lost Letters From Martha's Vineyard comes out next week on May 21, 2024 and you can purchase HERE.
Beverly Hills didn't hold much interest. The Rodeo Drive shopping, the three-hour hair appointments, the McCarthy salad by the pool at the Beverly Hills Hotel-these were the pursuits of the rich, bored, thin (and sometimes not so thin) spouses of the studio executives and producers who ran Hollywood, all of them trying, each and every day, not to think about how utterly pointless their lives were.
Mercy lifted a champagne coupe off a passing tray and slowly retreated to a corner of the room, her preferred spot at any party: sometimes it was more fun to be the audience than the act.
Beverly Hills didn't hold much interest. The Rodeo Drive shopping, the three-hour hair appointments, the McCarthy salad by the pool at the Beverly Hills Hotel-these were the pursuits of the rich, bored, thin (and sometimes not so thin) spouses of the studio executives and producers who ran Hollywood, all of them trying, each and every day, not to think about how utterly pointless their lives were.Mercy lifted a champagne coupe off a passing tray and slowly retreated to a corner of the room, her preferred spot at any party: sometimes it was more fun to be the audience than the act.
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