The Summer Houseby Jean Stone
She made a life with one manbut always loved another at...The Summer House.
Jean Stone captured readers' imaginations with the "graceful prose, vivid imagery and compassionately drawn characters" (Publishers Weekly) of novels like Tides of the Heart and Places by the Sea. Now, in her latest novel, she reveals the public/b>/b>/i>/b>
She made a life with one manbut always loved another at...The Summer House.
Jean Stone captured readers' imaginations with the "graceful prose, vivid imagery and compassionately drawn characters" (Publishers Weekly) of novels like Tides of the Heart and Places by the Sea. Now, in her latest novel, she reveals the public scandals of a family destined for political greatnessand the private secrets of a woman who traded her childhood dreams for a role she was born to play....
As a young girl, Liz Adams always knew that her father, Boston power broker Will Adams, had big plansdreams and schemes that would bring Liz's older brother all the way to the White House. But when fate deals the family a tragic blow, Will is forced to change his picture-perfect plansand place the family's political future squarely on Liz's shoulders.
Two decades later, Liz has married the man her father molded into the perfect presidential candidate. But weeks before the election, tragedy strikes againand this time Liz can't hide the pain of a life lived by someone else's rules. Seeking refuge at her family's home on Martha's Vineyard, Liz finds only painful memories of the pastand the long-lost love she let slip away. Now, as her family's darkest hour looms, the woman torn between two men will finally discover what her heart has known all along....
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It had taken twenty-four years to get to New Jersey, twenty-eight if you started counting from when Daniel was killed. Which would only have been right, for that was when it had all begun...all of the planning and scheming and orchestrating that had landed Liz Adams-Barton here today, standing at a podium, acknowledging enthusiastic applause.
"Thank you," she said into the microphone at the Sheraton or Hyatt or Marriott, wherever she was. It was not her job to remember. Logistics was what her brother Roger was for: Liz merely had to show up and give a short, impassioned speech that would deliver the votes to her husband. Her husband, Michael Barton, whonot Danielwas running for president of the United States.
This afternoon, her passion had been directed toward the Northeast Coalition for Handicapped Americans. For an hour now in the red-white-and-blue-decorated banquet room, the audience of eight hundred had been enrapt by her words and now cheered enthusiastically from their wheelchairs and walkers and crutches. They seemed especially delighted that Liz had brought Danny along, Danny, her twenty-two-year-old sonone of themwho sat next to the podium in his own chair with wheels. She glanced down at him. He responded with a hearty wink.
Liz smiled back at the crowd. They were not exactly exploiting Danny. He wanted to be there to help put his fatherand all of theminto the White House and into the history books.
All of them included Liz and Michael and the three children: seventeen-year-old Greg, the politician-in-waiting; twenty-year-old MargaretMagsthe spirited free-thinker; and of course Danny.
All of them also included Will Adams, Liz's father, who stood on the other side of the podium. At seventy-eight, he was nonetheless nodding at the crowd, his faded blue eyes twinkling, the tired lines at the corners of his pale mouth turned up with the pride of accomplishment and the anticipation of a journey nearly won. He was entitled to be proud. Through every stage of the planning and the scheming and the orchestrating, Will Adams had propelled them here to New Jersey where the party's convention would convene tomorrow, where Michael Barton was expected to win the nomination for the highest office in the land.
And where Liz would take her own final lap toward becoming the nation's next First Lady.
The applause continued; the smile muscles ached in Liz's cheeks. She reached down and took Danny's hand. As she gently squeezed his strong fingers, she wondered what her brother Daniel would have had to say if he only could have seen them now.
"You were brilliant, Mom," Danny said as Liz slid into the backseat of the handicapped-equipped van next to her son. Further back was Clay, Danny's ever-present don't-worry-be-happy Jamaican nurse; up front were Keith and Joe, the Secret Service bodyguards assigned to Liz and Danny, their faithful companions, like it or not.
Liz sighed. "I wasn't brilliant," she said to her son, "but thanks for the kudos." During one of Michael's three terms as governor of Massachusetts, she had learned that politics was more about presence than it was about perfection. She pushed a shock of highlighted-blond hair from her forehead. In spite of the fact that the media proclaimed her "stunningly youthful," right now, Liz felt every day, month, and year of her forty-four years, presence or not. It had been a long campaign, and the real pressure wouldn't begin until the convention opened tomorrow.
"You're much better at this than you think," Danny continued. "You'd be perfectly capable of running for president yourself, you know."
She laughed. "And do what? Run against your father?" She did not mention that she could never run, not because the country wasn't "ready" for a female president, but because she had not been groomed to be anything but the physical, emotional, and spiritual supportthe wifeof Michael Barton. He was the man with the schooling, the experience, and the backing of her father and his essential connections. Surprisingly, Will Adams had not foreseen that a female president would be possible, not in his lifetime or in Liz's either. It had been one of his few mistakes.
"Besides," she added, "why would anyone want to be president? With all those speeches and the long hours and lousy pay? And the way they scrutinize your personal life!" She let out a strained laugh and Danny joined in. Neither of them had the strength to rehash last winter's "scrutiny," an absurd tabloid scandal that had suggested Michael was gay because there was no evidence that he had ever had an affair or even considered it. The journalistic sensation had finally died down, deemed "unfounded" by the mainstream media and "simply stupid" by Roger, Liz's brother and Michael's campaign manager.
And Roger might have been the one to know. He had "come out" to the family two years ago when Michael was still governor and had asked Roger to be his presidential campaign manager. Roger had said he didn't want anything to hurt Michael's chances at the White House. His wifewho claimed she'd "suspected all along"agreed to stand by Roger for the sake of the election.
And so, Roger's secret was harbored within the walls of the Adams/Barton family, where it was protected, and where it belonged. Their royal blue Yankee blood may have been curdling inside, but, by God, the world would not know it.
When the tabloid story on Michael broke, Will Adams himself went forth with a press release blasting the media for using the gay issue as the "last frontier" to discredit a candidate. The accusation was untrue, but even if it wasn't, he said, the issue of sexual preference should not be fodder for the media. His announcement was powerful, but still, the family had held their breaths for Roger's sake. And for all their sakes, because heaven only knew what the media might dream up next.
Thankfully, the attack had been dropped. Liz suspected untraceable money had changed hands or that Father had called in favors, but, as usual, she had not asked.
She shook her head now and patted Danny's arm. "How about you, honey? How are you feeling?" As with her father, the stress was beginning to become apparent on her son.
He ran his hand over what would have been dark hair if he had not had it shaved to a trendy quarter inch. Liz liked the look. It enhanced her son's great bone structure and gorgeous brown eyes. "I'll be glad when we get to the hotel," he said. "I need a nap."
"Me, too." Liz gazed out the window at the Atlantic City boardwalk, at the beaches that crawled past in summer-heat slowness. For a moment, she envied the carefree, sun-hat-clad, ice-chest-toting people who strolled toward the gray sand. She wondered how many of them worried about elections or secrets or handicapped sons. "I wish your grandfather had come back with us. He looked as if he should rest, too." She had tried to talk Will out of going across town to meet Michael at a union rally, then from there to the convention center to schmooze for last-minute delegate votes. Not surprisingly, she had failed.
"Gramps loves the action, Mom. Heythis is his dream, isn't it?"
Meet the Author
Jean Stone ran her own award-winning advertising agency for fifteen years before becoming a full-time writer. Over the years she has written numerous novels, many under the name of Abby Drake. Jean Stone lives in Massachusetts.
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Will Adams¿ plan to sire a future President of the United States needs revision when his son Danny dies in an accident. Will realizes none of his three remaining children are presidential material. He deigns daughter Liz to marry the right candidate so that the Boston powerbroker can one day turn his son-in-law into the President. Liz marries her father¿s selection Michael Barton. They have three children and over the next two decades Michael¿s political career takes off under the tutelage of Will. In 2000, Michael runs for the presidency. However, as Will¿s dream nears completion, he suddenly dies. Liz finds herself adrift without the benefit of her ¿lord and master¿ to tell her what to do. She flees to the family estate to search for the real Liz. There she meets her former love Josh Miller, who is also running for the highest office in the land. As Liz seeks her own identity, she wonders which one is the best man, her spouse or her former lover, to gain the real prize of the election: her heart. THE SUMMER HOUSE is an entertaining contemporary romance that centers on the impact of a patriarch dictating how his children, even as adults, spend their lives. The story line is fun for anyone who enjoys political thrillers or something that reads like a fictionalized account of the Kennedys. The anguish of the lost Liz will simultaneously touch readers yet leave them wondering what¿s wrong with this rich lady. The support ensemble provides political and romantic motives to the tale and it works because they enable Jean Stone to write a passionate pot boiler. Harriet Klausner