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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • From Mariah Stewart comes a captivating and heartwarming novel in her beloved Chesapeake Diaries contemporary romance series—perfect for fans of Barbara Freethy, Robyn Carr, and Susan Mallery.
Carly Summit’s name couldn’t be more fitting, since in life she always lands on top. She grew up wealthy and privileged in a tony Connecticut town, opened her own gallery in New York City, and is about to make art world history displaying previously unknown works by a prominent twentieth-century painter. No wonder she possesses a can-do attitude that can’t be soured. Ford Sinclair is another story. A military career in war-torn Africa, where he witnessed unspeakable violence and suffering, has left him haunted and deeply cynical. Now he’s looking for a way to forget and a place to belong. He hopes to find both back home in St. Dennis.
When Carly is forced to move the premiere of her new exhibit from her Manhattan gallery to St. Dennis, and Ford agrees to temporarily take over the town’s paper, the two cross paths. While Ford is confounded by Carly’s unflappable good cheer, he can’t help being drawn to her. And undaunted by Ford’s restless heart, Carly sees a man worth caring for. But when a late-night phone call sends Ford back to Africa, Carly’s left to wonder if the pull of the past and its ghosts will prove stronger than the promise of their future together.
Advance praise for On Sunset Beach
“Mariah Stewart’s rich characterization, charming setting, and a romance you’ll never forget will have you packing your bags for St. Dennis.”—#1 New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr
- Sales Rank: #62604 in Books
- Brand: Stewart, Mariah
- Published on: 2014-07-01
- Released on: 2014-07-01
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.88" h x 1.08" w x 4.18" l, .40 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 384 pages
Review
Advance praise for On Sunset Beach
“Mariah Stewart’s rich characterization, charming setting, and a romance you’ll never forget will have you packing your bags for St. Dennis.”—#1 New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr
About the Author
Mariah Stewart is the award-winning New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty novels of contemporary romance and romantic suspense. A native of Hightstown, New Jersey, she lives with her husband and their dogs amid the rolling hills and Amish farms of southern Chester County, Pennsylvania, where she gardens, reads, and enjoys country life.
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Chapter 1
I spent much of today contemplating ways to kill my husband.
“Whoa! Way to kick off a new year!” Carly Summit’s eyebrows rose as she read the entry dated 1 January, 1905, in the journal she’d received in the mail that afternoon.
If James continues to deny me my artistic pursuits—-as he so arrogantly professes he will do—- I shall be forced to do something . . . well, something dire. While he voiced no such misgivings before we were married, suddenly he fears that the reputation of an up--and--coming banker (such as himself) would be tainted should his wife accept money for her work. Have I not promised to never use my married name on my work, that the RYDER name would remain pure and unsullied by my craft? Is the man really so simpleminded that he believes an ultimatum such as the one he issued at dinner would have me put down my brushes and destroy my canvases? Is his ego truly so fragile that he fears societal censure should I accept payment for my paintings? Can he really expect me to choose him over my work?
Had I suspected his narrow--mindedness before the wedding, I swear this marriage would never have happened. As it is, I shall simply ignore him.
Hmm. My work . . . his life.
Sometimes I think the choice is simple enough.
Carly sighed heavily and jotted the date and the sentiment in the notebook she kept by her side. As an art dealer and owner of upscale galleries in New York, Boston, and Chicago, and managing partner of several abroad, she was well familiar with stories of women who had been discouraged or even forbidden to pursue their art. But Carolina Ellis’s story was more immediate and more intimate, partly because Carly was reading the story in its entirety in the artist’s own words, partly because the artist was the great--great--grandmother of Carly’s best friend, Ellie Ryder, and partly because Carly had recently discovered a cache of previously unknown works by this remarkable early--twentieth--century artist.
Carly had spent days examining each individual painting, but it had been through studying the collection as a whole that she was able to follow the artist’s journey. Carolina’s own words had opened a window into her very soul, a window through which Carly had been able to observe the artist’s growth as she experimented with different media while seeking to gain her creative footing. Starting with pastels, Carolina moved on to charcoal (which she’d pronounced “too moody”), then to watercolor, to oils, then back to watercolor again, where, her journal proclaimed, she’d found her best, most expressive self. Using the journals and the paintings that were available to her, Carly had created an artistic time line that permitted her to trace the progression and development of Carolina’s talent and ambitions. By putting the works in order—-only some of the paintings had been dated—-Carly felt as if she had been able to look over the artist’s shoulder to watch as different methods, media, and techniques were tried and discarded, until Carolina’s craft had been perfected.
Had there ever been such a find?
And the coolest part, as far as Carly was concerned, was that no one else knew the paintings—-or the journals—-existed.
Well, no one other than herself and Ellie. Okay, add Ellie’s fiancé, Cameron O’Connor, but he wouldn’t tell anyone. And Carly’s parents—-there was no way she’d be able to keep such momentous news from them, but she’d sworn them to secrecy. But no one else knew about the extraordinary find Carly had made while visiting the house Ellie inherited from her mother in St. Dennis, Maryland. There, Carolina had met and married James Ryder, raised their two children, John and Lilly, and scandalously defied her husband’s wishes by setting up an artist’s studio on the third floor of their home on the Chesapeake Bay, where she spent part of every day working at her easel.
Carly rested her elbows on the desk and continued reading.
“Amazing,” she muttered as she read on. “That this woman was able to produce such works while under this sort of domestic strain . . .”
She reached for the phone somewhat absently when it rang.
“Yes?” she said.
“That’s how you answer your phone now?” a familiar voice teased. “ ‘Yes?’ ”
“Oh, Mom. Hi. Sorry. I was deep into one of Carolina’s journals that just arrived this afternoon. Ellie found a box in the attic that held a few more and she sent them to me. My head is absolutely spinning.”
“Lots of fodder for your book, I imagine.” Roberta Summit was almost as fascinated by the Carolina Ellis story as her daughter. “I can’t wait for you to finish Carolina’s biography. Remember, you did promise that I could be your beta--reader.”
“Yes, but I need you to be brutally honest.”
“Not to worry. What kind of an editor would I be if I only told you what I thought you wanted to hear?”
Carly paused momentarily. Should she tell her mother that she’d hired a professional editor for her book, one who was already hard at work on the first half of the manuscript? Perhaps not. Roberta was so pleased at the opportunity to be helpful, to contribute to her daughter’s work. Carly decided to keep that fact to herself.
“I can email you the first half and you can let me know what you think of it so far, if you like.”
“Yes. Please. I can’t wait to read it.”
Carly opened her computer and attached the file to an email, which she addressed to her mother.
“It’s on its way, Mom. I want this book to be fabulous and to generate a ton of interest in Carolina so that when I open my exhibit, people will stand in line for the opportunity to see her work.” Carly straightened her spine to get the kinks out, then walked to the window. Outside all was dark. When, she wondered, had day turned to evening?
“The art world will be turned on its head when you announce what you’ve found. These paintings will create an absolutely deafening roar,” Roberta assured her. “After all, no one has any idea that these works even exist.”
“Every time I think about that, my brain threatens to explode. I can barely sit still long enough to write sometimes.”
“I can only imagine what it’s like to have made a find like this, and to have it all to yourself. Bless Ellie for trusting you enough to turn the entire project over to you, no strings. Of course, you were a good friend to her throughout all her troubles.”
“We’ve been best friends since sixth grade,” Carly reminded her mother. “The fact that her father was a crook is no reflection on her.”
“I absolutely agree, and you know we love Ellie. But the fact of the matter is that you stood by her when everyone else she knew walked away.”
“That’s what best friends do. Ellie’s at a very happy place in her life right now. Engaged to Cameron, living in that wonderful old house in St. Dennis—-and she’s learned a whole new skill set from Cameron. She can strip wallpaper and sling a hammer with the best of them now.”
“Whoever would have thought that the daughter of a Wall Street giant and one of the world’s first supermodels would end up working as a carpenter in some little bayside town on the Chesapeake?” Roberta mused.
“I know, right? But she’s doing exactly what she wants to do. If you could see how happy she is, you’d understand.”
“I’d love to see her and meet this wonderful man of hers.”
“Cam’s the best. Maybe you can visit sometime when I go to St. Dennis. And not to worry about that little bayside town. It’s quite the place. You should look it up on the Web,” Carly suggested.
“I think I’ll do exactly that. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it myself.”
“So when will you be home?” Carly asked.
“Your father still has some business here in Portland,” Roberta told her. “He’s personally been supervising the design of the new plant Summit Industries is building. You know how he is about the safety of his employees.”
“I do know. Everyone should be held to his standards.” Patrick Summit was well known for his progressive efforts in plant safety and employee welfare.
“How’s everything back in Connecticut?”
“Everything’s good. I appreciate you letting me move all those paintings into your house.”
“Don’t be silly. It’s your family home. You—-and your paintings—-are welcome anytime. Stay as long as you like.”
“Normally I would stay at my own place, but your security here is so superior to what I have at the town house. I think the paintings are safer here.”
“No need to explain. Though it does have me wondering just how good the security at your town house really is . . .”
They chatted for a few more minutes before Roberta said, “I should let you get back to your work. I know you’re eager to finish your book and start putting your exhibit together.”
“I know exactly where every painting will go. Well, at least until I change my mind again.”
“You’re still planning on debuting the collection in your New York gallery?”
“Absolutely. New York is the hub of the art world. I can’t imagine doing this anywhere else.”
“What about the other galleries? Who’s minding the store while you’re so focused on this one artist?”
“You know I have great people working for me. Enrico is running New York, Helena is running Boston, and Colby has Chicago under control. London is still closed temporarily while they’re making the repairs from that storm last month, but I’m seriously considering selling my interests in London and Istanbul. I’ve had long--standing offers on both, and I think it’s time to divest.”
“Are you sure that you want to close yourself off from the European market?” Ellie could hear the frown in her mother’s voice.
“I won’t be. Isabella is capable of handling London on her own. Though she’s made me an offer for my half, and I’m strongly considering it.”
“Do you need the money?”
“I need the time more than the money. As much as it pains me to admit it, I’ve realized that I’ve spread myself too thin. I’m finding that my focus is beginning to narrow—-I’m more interested in providing a showcase for women artists. Besides, I don’t feel that I need to prove myself anymore, not the way I did when I purchased those venues. I’ve made my name.”
“That you have. I’m sure you’ll make the right decision. Well, good luck with it all. I see your email is here. I’m hanging up so I can start reading immediately.”
“Let me know what you think as soon as you’ve finished it. Love you. Love to Dad.”
Carly stood and stretched after disconnecting the call. An unexpected yawn brought on an inner debate over whether or not to make a cup of coffee. Caffeine at this hour could keep her awake till dawn. On the other hand, she reasoned, she’d probably be reading till the wee hours anyway. She made the coffee and carried the mug back to her desk, then settled in and resumed reading.
She was halfway through one of Carolina’s journals when she came across a loose piece of folded paper. Curious, she unfolded it, read it, then reread it, then read it again.
“Holy shit. Could this even be possible?”
Her heart beating faster, her hands shaking, she reached for the phone and speed--dialed Ellie’s number.
“Ellie, there are more,” she said breathlessly when her friend answered. “She says there are more.”
Ellie laughed. “Who said there’s more of what?”
“Carolina. She made a list—-”
“Whoa. Slow down. Take a deep breath and start over.”
Carly inhaled sharply, exhaled, then repeated the process.
Most helpful customer reviews
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful.
Slow going
By suzebo
I am on p. 150 and the H and H have barely met, much less begun a romantic relationship. I am familiar with this author and the other books in the series so I guess there will eventually be some type of meaningful interaction, but I'm getting impatient. Also, I agree with other reviewers that there is not enough back story offered on the other characters and not a lot of current action among them. Hopefully, things will soon perk up, but right now Ford is AGAIN off on another solitary kayak outing to, I assume, continue to brood over the past and contemplate his future, while Carly continues to focus solely on her plans for her exhibit. Maybe the next time they accidentally bump into each other, some sparks will fly and the romance can get off the ground.
Update: No romance until p. 235, then everything in the relationship ramped up to high speed in no time. Unfortunately, the rest of the book remained slow, bordering on boring. Incidents were described in detail that had nothing to do with what little plot there was. There was no "tension", suspense, or conflict to resolve. I have read almost all this author's books and never thought I would be rating one so low; I will probably continue to read them for a while at least, but I was very disappointed in this one.
7 of 9 people found the following review helpful.
Ford & Carly: Observing life in a sweet town, book 8 of the series
By Angel-Kat
This is book 8 in the Chesapeake Diaries. It was another “just OK” book in the series for me because like book 7, I found it not as interesting as the earlier entries. My issue was there seemed to be tangents of information that were boring and not necessary to the story. At times it felt like I met up with a former coworker that drones on and on about every detail of what they have been doing. I had to force my attention to get back into the story. With so many volumes, there are a lot of characters. If the author needed to meet a page count, I would have preferred a refresher of some of the prior characters stories and bringing us up to speed on their status. Some the author just mentioned and I recognized their names but couldn't for the life of me remember their story. Instead I was given details of all the galleries that Carly owned, and places that Ford kayaked well beyond what their character development needed.
Conclusions
I still recommend people read the books from this series in order, especially if the story continues as more as observing life in the community style book and just casually throwing out names of people we've met in other books.
I still do not understand why the author has gone to pensive observations. She had created the perfect device for catching us up with the diary entries and I wish it were used more if she is going to barely mention prior main characters.
I will read the next in the series because I like the town and prior characters we've met, but I am still hoping for more substance, also because I tend to not want to miss anything. The biggest reason I will continue is because I borrow the books and do not PAY for them.
Format: Borrowed eBook
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful.
Sometimes Nothing Feels Better Than Going Home...
By terrylynn
This novel is the next (number 8) in a wonderful series by Mariah Stewart called the Chesapeake Diaries. It takes place in a quaint little town in Maryland called St. Dennis and every time we visit we are treated to a new diary entry by the much loved Grace Sinclair, owner of the local Inn and town newspaper. Grace keeps us up to date on the many goings on in St. Dennis and her pithy take on things. This time around her beloved youngest son Ford is coming home and she hopes that he's home to stay. She also hopes that the lovely Carly Summit who is overseeing the new gallery going in at the Enright estate might be the one for Ford... see Grace gets these "feelings" and these two together feels right.
Carly Summit is a petite little blond with a positive outlook on life and the drive to be a well respected art gallery owner and she is well on her way with successful galleries in London, Chicago, Istanbul and New York. Carly has found the treasure of a life time in the attic of her St. Dennis friend Ellie and even though she hoped to do a grand display in her NY gallery, the town wants the paintings of local artist Carolina Ellis kept at home, so for the time being Carly will be hanging out in St. Dennis. Ford is at loose ends, trying to unwind after years of intense fighting/peace keeping deep in the heart of Africa and when disaster strikes, he finds himself responsible for putting out the paper, a time honored tradition in his family. This just happens to include several interviews with Carly who stirs things in him he thought were dead. Carly knows that Ford has been through hell, but he is still one of the kindest, most attentive men she has ever known and they both wonder what's going to happen with their relationship since the attraction is strong, but neither one has plans to stay in St. Dennis.
On Sunset Beach is a typical romance with two very appealing lead characters in Ford and Carly. Stewart allows us to catch up with all the town folks we have met in previous books as Ford becomes reacquainted with the town and its people since he has been gone so long. There is a lot of talk about paintings, galleries, etc, almost at the expense of the story. Ford and Carly don't really get together until the middle of the book. But it's a well written, engaging romance deserving of its place in the series. Any of these books can be read alone but if you are the type that likes to read your series books in order and this is your first Chesapeake Diaries book, the order is as follows... Coming Home, Home Again, Almost Home, Hometown Girl, Home for the Summer, The Long Way Home, At the River's Edge and On Sunset Beach. A perfect summer read... and four stars!
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