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Join New York Times bestselling author Carla Neggers with the first book in the Swift River Valley series Secrets of the Lost Summer.
A wave of hope carries Olivia Frost back to her small New England hometown nestled in the beautiful Swift River Valley. She's transforming a historic home into an idyllic getaway. Picturesque and perfect, if only the absentee owner will fix up...
Join New York Times bestselling author Carla Neggers with the first book in the Swift River Valley series Secrets of the Lost Summer.
A wave of hope carries Olivia Frost back to her small New England hometown nestled in the beautiful Swift River Valley. She's transforming a historic home into an idyllic getaway. Picturesque and perfect, if only the absentee owner will fix up the eyesore next door.
Dylan McCaffrey's ramshackle house is an inheritance he never counted on. It also holds the key to a generations-old lost treasure he can't resist any more than he can resist his new neighbor. Against this breathtaking landscape, Dylan and Olivia pursue long-buried secrets and discover a mystery wrapped in a love story past and present.
Stabbed in the back by an ambitious, underhanded colleague she'd befriended, award-winning graphic designer Olivia Frost takes a break from Boston and heads home to rural Knights Bridge to freelance and realize her dream of turning her recently purchased historic house into an upscale getaway destination. But the rundown property next door is a problem, and when Olivia's letter to the absentee owner brings sexy hockey star-turned-businessman Dylan McCaffrey to town instead of the elderly man she expects, her life, as well as Dylan's, takes a decidedly unpredictable turn. VERDICT A wealth of appealing, totally relatable characters (including well-matched protagonists), long-hidden secrets, and a lost treasure provide some delightful, heartfelt surprises in this cleverly plotted, well-researched, and beautifully described tale that rewards readers with an intriguing mystery as well as a deliciously satisfying romance. -Library Journal
"Neggers captures readers' attention with her usual flair and brilliance and gives us a romance, a mystery and a lesson in history. She also presents breathtaking views of a real New England past and present, characters who stay with us long after we close the book and more than the one romance. Her story will engage readers all the way through." -RT Book Reviews, Top Pick, (4.5 stars)
"After Boston designer Olivia Frost befriends and graciously mentors Marilyn Bryson, teaching her the ropes and introducing her to important customers, Marilyn pulls an All About Eve move, and steals Olivia's clients. Devastated by the betrayal, Olivia returns to her small hometown of Knights Bridge, and decides to open a bed and breakfast. Although Olivia's place is neat and clean, the cottage next-door is in disrepair, and the overgrown yard is filled with trash and discarded appliances. Dylan didn't know his treasure-hunter father left him anything until, out of the blue, some woman writes to him, telling him to clean up his property. Little does he realize that the trash-covered path will lead to the love of his life. Neggers' lush descriptions of a New England winter turning to spring serve as a lovely metaphor for Olivia and Dylan's growing romance. This heartwarming tale is full of fascinating secondary characters, and enhanced by plot threads involving the long-term effects of a flooded valley, a search for stolen jewels, and long-ago passion." - Booklist, Starred Review
Olivia Frost dribbled water from a measuring cup onto herb seedlings lined up in tiny pots on the windowsill above her kitchen sink. Parsley, dill, rosemary. The window looked out on the alley behind her Boston Back Bay apartment but received enough sunlight to grow a few herbs.
No sunlight today, she thought, setting the cup in the sink.
Just when New Englanders hoped they could put away their hats, gloves and boots, March had decided to turn into a lion again. The weather forecast promised the dreaded "wintry mix" by early afternoon.
Olivia sighed at the fresh green of the herbs. She didn't hate winter but she was ready for spring. March had less than two weeks to turn into a lamb and usher in April showers and May flowers. She couldn't wait to drive out to the hills and quiet back roads of Knights Bridge, her out-of-the-way hometown west of Boston, and plant her herbs at the early nineteenth-century house she'd bought last fall. The purchase had felt impulsive, but the owners, desperate to make a quick sale, had offered her a great deal. She had never been one for extravagant spending and kept her expenses as low as possible in Boston. Instead, she had saved her money and was able to snap up her historic house, as picturesque as her hometown itself.
Except for the eyesore just up the road, but that was a problem for another day.
She had enough problems for today.
"Challenges," she said aloud, turning from the sink. "Challenges, not problems."
She was already dressed for work, opting for a black skirt and blue merino sweater. She'd add what she needed to accommodate the weather, but she had a client lunch—a critical client lunch—and wanted to dress less casually than when she knew she'd be holed up at her desk all day.
She'd been too keyed up to sit at the table for breakfast, instead downing coffee and a bowl of oatmeal with walnuts at the sink. She liked her apartment, even if it was small and overlooked an alley. When she'd moved to the city five years ago, she had talked her landlord into letting her paint the walls and woodwork, choosing cozy, cheerful colors—misty-greens, rosy-pinks, summer-cloud whites—to offset the dreary light. On her way home from work last night, she'd picked up a dozen pink tulips and divided them between two glass pitchers and placed one on the kitchen table and the other on the dresser in her bedroom.
Tulips and herbs. Olivia smiled to herself. All would be well.
With a deep breath, she walked through the adjoining living room. The wood floor and her sofa were stacked with books on herbs, artisan soap-making, landscaping, old houses and painting furniture. All winter, she had half dreamed, half plotted how she could convert her historic house into a destination for weddings, showers, lunches and small one-day conferences—eventually, perhaps, into an overnight getaway.
She hadn't thought of her notes and plans as distractions, but maybe they were. Maybe, in part, they were the reason today's lunch was so critical.
She reached into the closet by the front door and reluctantly got out her scarf and coat, a full-length blend of black wool and cashmere that she planned to wear for years. She skipped gloves. She didn't care about sleet, snow and freezing rain. It was mid-March, and she wasn't wearing gloves.
Her iPhone dinged and she saw she had an email from Marilyn Bryson, another graphic designer and one of her best friends.
Hey, Liv. I can't get together while I'm in town after all. I'm so busy these days I can hardly breathe!
I love what I'm doing. I look forward to getting up every morning. I can't wait to go to work.
Olivia noticed Marilyn didn't mention when they might get together or ask about her, but she pushed back any disappointment and typed a quick response.
Glad to hear all is well. Have a fun time!
That was diplomatic, she decided, glancing in the small mirror she had positioned by the door after reading a book on feng shui. Her dark, shoulder-length hair was still slightly damp from her shower. She'd fussed with her makeup more than usual, but it was still understated. She would have to remind herself to put on fresh lip gloss before her lunch.
With another deep breath, she headed out, making her way down the steps of her building, a former single-family house, to Marlborough Street. Gray clouds had descended over the city, but there was no precipitation yet. Olivia tried to focus on her familiar routine. Her lunch was with Roger Bailey of Bailey Architecture and Interior Design, her biggest client. Something was off in their recent communications, and she was worried he was about to jump ship and had scheduled a face-to-face meeting.
The wind picked up as she walked to her building, a five-story brick bowfront just past Copley Square. Roger wanted to refresh the look for his company and she assumed—no, she thought, he'd told her—that he wanted her to take on the job. Landing his Boston-based firm as a client two years ago had been her first high-profile achievement as a graphic designer, and her work for them had won awards. She and Roger had hit it off from the start. Losing him as a client wouldn't be good.
Jacqui Ackerman, the slim, fifty-four-year-old owner of Ackerman Design, one of Boston's most prestigious studios, greeted Olivia with a quick "good morning," then disappeared into her first-floor office. Olivia tried not to read anything into Jacqui's behavior. She could be in a hurry. She could have a client on hold.
Olivia walked back to her own office and switched on her computer as she pulled off her coat and scarf. She had several small projects that she could clear off her desk this morning, and she'd go over her Bailey Architecture and Interior Design files before lunch, so that everything would be fresh in her mind when she met with Roger.
Three hours later, as Olivia reached for her coat to head to her lunch with Roger, she received a text message from his secretary: Roger has an unexpected conflict and can't make lunch. He apologizes and will call tomorrow.
Olivia stood frozen by the coatrack. The secretary couldn't call? Did that mean the cancellation wasn't that big a deal—or that it was a huge deal?
In the past, Roger would have called or texted himself.
"This can't be good," Olivia said under her breath.
Bailey Architecture and Interior Design was not only her biggest and most prestigious client, it was one of the biggest and most prestigious for the studio. The last thing Jacqui would want would be for a defection of that magnitude to start a stampede out the door.
Taking a moment to pull herself together, Olivia put her coat on, anyway, then finally texted the secretary back: You caught me just in time. Thanks, and let Roger know I look forward to speaking with him.
She slid her iPhone into her handbag and left, grateful that she didn't run into Jacqui or anyone else she knew. It was just as well Marilyn couldn't get together while she was in town. Olivia had to admit she was too preoccupied with her own problems and wasn't in the mood to see her friend. Marilyn had worked hard to revitalize her own graphic design career—with Olivia's help. Marilyn had been stuck at a mediocre agency in Providence. She hadn't been bringing in clients—never mind top clients—and her work hadn't been setting anyone on fire. Last fall, she had asked Olivia's advice on how to break through, and together they had mapped out a Marilyn Bryson career revitalization plan.
It worked, too, Olivia thought as she crossed the street and walked toward Copley Square, not even certain where she was going. The wind was biting, bringing with it sprays of cold rain mixed with sleet. She pulled her scarf over her head and tucked in her chin, rushing with a small crowd across Boylston Street.
From November to mid-January, Marilyn had called almost every day and often emailed throughout the day and into the evening. She was focused, determined, hardworking and open to constructive criticism and advice from wherever she could get them. Olivia had admired her friend's resilience, her insights, her dedication to her work.
"When I'm successful," Marilyn would say, "I'm getting all new friends."
A joke, of course. An irreverent way for her to deal with her uncertain situation. She and Olivia had met at a graphic design and digital media conference in Boston not long after Olivia had started at Ackerman Design and had been friends ever since.
Not only did Marilyn revitalize her career, she opened her own studio in February, immediately wowing everyone. It was as if she had reached critical mass—a tipping point—and her success only brought more success. No longer in need of advice and moral support, enormously busy with her work, she got in touch with Olivia less and less frequently and took longer to respond when Olivia initiated contact. Visits to Boston and invitations to Providence for late-into-the-evening brainstorming ended. By early March, Olivia realized their friendship was in a lull if not in jeopardy, and she backed off, letting Marilyn take the lead.
Nothing happened. Marilyn disappeared, until the email two days ago that she would be in Boston this week and would love to get together. Then came this morning's email, canceling.
Olivia turned into the wind on Newbury Street and half wished she'd woken up with a sore throat and had just stayed home and planted more herbs, but it wouldn't have changed anything. She continued down the block, finally reaching one of her favorite restaurants. She descended concrete steps to a small open-air terrace that in warm weather would be filled with diners. It was empty now, a few handfuls of salt and sand scattered on the concrete. The interior of the restaurant, however, was crowded with people who had braved the lousy weather.
Lowering her scarf, Olivia pushed open the glass door. She would enjoy a pleasant lunch by herself and think about how to restart her own career if Roger defected. She couldn't deny reality any longer. He was on his way out. The signs were there.
The cold, wet wind followed her inside as the door shut behind her. Then again, maybe she'd just never mind her high-stress, competitive career for an hour and think about her herb garden and the color scheme for her house in Knights Bridge. She had never been one to stay in a rotten mood for long. Even if she wasn't as super-hot as she'd been two years ago, she was still an established, respected designer. Designers and studios lost clients all the time. It was the nature of the business. Why should she be exempt?
She unbuttoned her coat and pulled off her scarf. She was looking forward to warming up with a pasta sampler plate and salving her wounded ego with a glass of Chianti.
The bartender, a slender, black-haired man, waved to her as he filled three glasses in front of him with red wine. The restaurant was narrow, with small tables lined up along a brick wall on one side and a dark-red painted plaster wall on the other, both walls decorated with inviting black-framed prints of Tuscany. Five years ago, Olivia had celebrated her first night in Boston at a table in the far corner. She hadn't known if she would last six months in her graphic design job, but she was still there, still working.
She noticed that the far-corner table was open, but as she started to take off her coat, her gaze fell on a man and a woman seated across from each other halfway down the brick wall.
Olivia didn't need to look twice. The woman had her back to the entrance, but Olivia recognized Marilyn Bryson from her glistening pale hair and the way her hands moved when she was animated and trying to make a point. The man was even easier. He faced the entrance where Olivia was standing, coat half off. She only needed a glimpse to recognize stocky, gray-haired Roger Bailey.
She was positive that Roger and Marilyn hadn't seen her.
They couldn't see her.
Olivia had never been good at the small social lie and knew she couldn't come up with one now, under pressure. Instead, she mumbled something unintelligible to the bartender, then fled, pushing past a couple coming through the door. Ignoring the icy conditions, she raced up the steps back out to the street.
Out of sight of anyone in the restaurant, she adjusted her scarf and debated her options. Just go back to work? How could she? She'd have to tell Jacqui what she'd just witnessed.
Unless Jacqui already knew.
Posted January 31, 2012
Olivia Frost is still reeling from the knowledge that one of her close friends has stabbed her in the back professionally, when she decides to move to a historic home she owns in Knights Bridge, Mass, She plans to make the home into a B&B but her neighbor’s dilapidated home is definitely detracting from the ambiance. She writes a letter to the absentee owner, letting him know she would be glad to clean up his property if he can’t do so.
Dylan McCaffrey, gets Olivia’s letter, chiding him for his maintenance of a home he didn’t even know he owned. It turns out his treasure seeking father had bought the home and left it to him in his will. Dylan decides to go to Knights Bridge and see what this little old lady ( he thinks) is nattering on about.
The first meeting between Olivia and Dylan is not a rousing success but gradually they develop a friendship and then something more. There are a lot of things going on in this book. Olivia’s mom has a phobia about leaving the house but is planning a big trip to California. Dylan has to figure out why his father bought this particular house. The previous owner, Grace, had lived in one of the towns that was deliberately flooded to create the Quabbin reservoir and now lives in a local senior community. Then, there is the story of long ago stolen gems that were never found.
I enjoyed this book and the way the romance took time to develop. The story of the Ashworth jewels and how Grace’s family was destroyed by the reservoir being built add a great deal of interest to the story. Olivia’s family story and Dylan’s friends in California all contribute to the plot. A very enjoyable read all around!
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Posted March 4, 2012
I have read all of her books. When my world gets crazy I know I can get lost in her wonderful stories. I e- mailed her once and was most impressed when she responded. Carla also sent me a signed copy of her book. I have been a fan since.
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Posted September 16, 2012
I loved this book. Carla Neggers is a favorite author and this book is the best one she has wriyten. The story of the Quabbin grabbed my heart.
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Posted March 3, 2012
i loved the story in this book, the blend of mystery and romance. Carla never fails to get my attention and keep it when i start one of her books :) this was no exception. i definitely will recommend this to my friends and family :)
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I had never read Carla Neggers before, but I am looking forward to more of her books. This book was wonderful, I would recommend it to anyone. I loved it!!!
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This book held my attention. She spins a really good story. I would recommend to anyone. I will be reading more of her books.
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This book was...okay. It just felt like something was missing--the mystery didn't really draw me in all that much, the romance was pretty tame, and the characters were just so-so. For the most part it felt like a book with real possibilities that just never fully came to be. It hasn't really inspired me to look for more from this author, though if a later book has really outstanding reviews I might be tempted to give her another chance.
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Posted October 31, 2013
This was agoog bookand why you being rude it was the book she made and she can stick with it how bout you write a story and i will see which ones best and i garantee you this who said to say something bout your high schoolers so wat there writing is better its just a got damn book and if her book so bad you should have read the sample before you bought the book you was in such a hurry to buy a book of read a book you didnt even read the sample that wat a smart person would do unlike youWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 1, 2013
Book one in the Swift River Valley Series. What a great book. Great romance, great mystery, very well developed characters, supporting characters and plot. I can't wait to read book two.
Posted September 12, 2013
I have seen better writing from my high school students. The writing did not flow. One minute Dylan is talking, and the next Olivia is dropping her coffee cup for no apparent reason. You don't really get a feel of a developing relationship as I have experienced in previous novels by other authors. I realize that Ms. Neggers is a New York Times Best Seller, thus I expected more. I only finished it because I spent money on this book and wanted to learn what not to do while writing romance novels.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 26, 2013
Really great story. The characters are fun and interesting. I won a book on one of Carla's monthly contests, and have been hooked on her books ever since. It was hard to find some of her older books, but I finally found most of them on a used book site.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 22, 2013
A great contemporary novel about a young designer who is renovating an old house and becomes involved with a neighbor's secret past. The descriptions of the property are lovely. The development of the characters' past activities and personality traits are intriguing. The previous neighbor's past is written in a different font so that you can differentiate between the present and the past story lines. It is a romance between several characters, as well as, a mystery of stolen jewels. It is a pleasant read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted February 14, 2013
Great book. Very good story line and very well written. I loved how everything fell together in the end, and my many questions were answered. Seriously an amazing read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.