A Lowcountry Wedding (Lowcountry Summer Series #4)

A Lowcountry Wedding (Lowcountry Summer Series #4)

by Mary Alice Monroe

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ISBN-13: 9781501125447
Publisher: Gallery Books
Publication date: 05/03/2016
Series: Lowcountry Summer Series , #4
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 448
Sales rank: 16,889
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Mary Alice Monroe is the New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty books, including the Beach House series: The Beach House, Beach House Memories, Swimming Lessons, Beach House for Rent, and Beach House Reunion. She is a 2018 Inductee into the South Carolina Academy of Authors’ Hall of Fame, and her books have received numerous awards, including the 2008 South Carolina Center for the Book Award for Writing, the 2014 South Carolina Award for Literary Excellence, the 2015 SW Florida Author of Distinction Award, the RT Lifetime Achievement Award, the International Book Award for Green Fiction, and the 2017 Southern Book Prize for Fiction. Her bestselling novel The Beach House is also a Hallmark Hall of Fame movie. An active conservationist, she lives in the lowcountry of South Carolina. Visit her at MaryAliceMonroe.com and at Facebook.com/MaryAliceMonroe.

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A Lowcountry Wedding

  • It’s never too late. Not to begin again. Not for happy ever after.

    If the lowcountry was her heart, then the salt water that pumped through all the mysterious and sultry creeks and rivers was her life’s blood.

    Carson sat in a window seat of the small jet staring out at her first glimpse of the lowcountry in six months. From the sky she stared out the portal window at the estuarine waters snaking through the wetlands looking every bit like veins and major arteries. Carson was heading back home. Back to Sullivan’s Island, South Carolina, like so many of the migrating birds and butterflies journeying along the coast. She was so close she could almost smell the pluff mud.

    Carson had been traveling for over fifty hours from New Zealand to Los Angeles, then from there to Atlanta, and now, at long last, on the final puddle jumper to Charleston. The past days had been one long blur of plane changes, long lines, endless waiting, and hours cramped in crowded airplanes. She thought she might sleep on the red-eye from Los Angeles, but she’d reached that odd point of being too exhausted to sleep. She couldn’t turn off her brain.

    She was drained after four months of film photography in the wild forests of New Zealand followed by extended postproduction work. Her life had been a series of breakfast, lunch, and dinner meetings where the powers-that-be debated over the best shots for the film’s press and publicity. The film’s star was a major A-list actor with a high “kill shot” allowance, which meant he could select those photographs he liked and reject those he did not. This prima donna had killed 75 percent of Carson’s best work because he had an issue with his nose. In all that time Carson didn’t have a free moment to surf, kite, or even stick a toe in the Pacific Ocean. Not even during her two-day stopover in Los Angeles. She’d packed up her few belongings from storage, had them shipped to Sullivan’s Island, knocked on a few doors to bid farewell to friends, then called a cab and headed to LAX. Too long a time away from the water put her in a dismal state of mind. She felt fried. She couldn’t wait to get home to the good ol’ Atlantic.


    Carson tried to stretch her impossibly long legs in the cramped space of economy seating, wondering again if she’d really been so clever to exchange her first-class seats and pocket the money. Resting her chin in her palm, she stared out the small oval window, marveling how, after years on the road, she’d actually been homesick. Carson was lucky to have had a successful run of gigs with shooting on location and long flights back to LA. She’d been good at her job, cooperative, indefatigable on the set. Her personal life consisted of long-term friends and countless short-term suitors. By the time she hit thirty-four, however, the long hours and endless partying, the ever-present alcohol and drugs, began to take their toll. Her work got sloppy, she was drinking too much, and her work ethic grew lazy. When she’d overslept and missed a major scene, it was the last straw for the director and he fired her on the spot. Word got out and her reputation was ruined. No one would hire her.

    It had been a long dry spell until that same director, Kowalski, himself a recovering alcoholic, learned Carson had joined AA and offered her a second chance. Carson had given this film her best work, and despite the frustration of the many setbacks and the prima donna actor, she’d stayed clean. Kowalski noticed. At the film’s closing he shook her hand, then offered her another film job. That offer had meant the world to Carson. Not only had her reputation been restored, but she’d proved to herself she could stop drinking under pressure. She’d felt validated and proud—and hopeful.

    Carson blew out a stream of air. Now she was in a quandary. She’d promised Blake that this would be her last film gig. That she would end her wandering, return in four short months to settle down with him in Charleston to marry and start a new and different life. A life that meant she’d have to begin the dreaded task of searching for any work she could get in a tight job market. That was the plan. Yet when Kowalski offered her another film job, she couldn’t flat-out refuse. Instead, she’d asked him for time to consider the offer.

    She shuddered at the thought of once again joining the ranks of the unemployed. She’d been out of work so long she’d lost her self-esteem. This time, rather than spend recklessly, Carson had saved money from this gig to tide her over until she got another job. Whatever and whenever that was. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. She had to land a job soon. Carson was too proud to enter a marriage penniless, jobless, and completely dependent on Blake.

    Carson looked down at the small diamond bordered on either side with a sapphire resting on her ring finger. Her engagement ring had been Blake’s mother’s ring and her mother’s before her, thus all the more meaningful to Carson. This symbol of his love, of continuance and commitment, had been her touchstone during the six months they’d been apart. She’d held tight to the ring and all the promises it held whenever she’d been tempted to drink—and she’d remained sober. It had been hard, there was no denying it. At times she’d almost slipped. But she’d held on to the promise of the ring.

    She covered her hand with her other palm, squeezing tight as she took a deep breath. Was love enough to calm her fears? Could she maintain her independence, her sense of self, if she relinquished her career? She couldn’t bear falling back into the wallowing self-pity of the previous summer.

    Her racing thoughts were jarred by the grinding noise of the wheels lowering beneath her. Her heart quickened as touchdown approached. Almost there. Across the aisle a young couple sat, shoulders touching, holding hands. She recognized them as a couple that had boarded the plane with her in Atlanta. The young man’s hair had been shorn by an energetic barber. He wore a crisp blue gingham shirt under his navy blazer and a sweet smile as he looked into the woman’s eyes. Her blond hair was long and curled, and she wore the classic pink Lilly Pulitzer dress and matching sweater, and the ubiquitous pearls at the ears and neck. Looking up at him, she beamed. They had to be newlyweds, Carson thought. Or another in a long line of couples who came to Charleston to get married.

    Like me, she thought, and the notion surprised her. This was more than a return home to Sea Breeze. She, too, was a young bride flying in to get married. Carson studied the young woman. She was in her early twenties, and fresh as a dewdrop. Utterly enamored with her beau. Is that what I should look like? Carson wondered. Brimming over with dew and sunshine?

    She glanced down at her California-chic style of clothing. Faded jeans torn at the knees, a long boyfriend shirt, rows of bracelets on an arm, and strands of beads at the neck. Turquoise and silver hoops at the ears and cowboy boots on her feet. Her long dark hair was twined into a thick braid that fell over her shoulder. She hardly thought anyone would use “dew and sunshine” to describe her. To begin with, she was at least a decade older than that sweet Georgia peach. Studying her dewy-eyed expression, Carson couldn’t help but wonder if the young woman shouldn’t wait a few years before getting married. Experience more of life before settling.

    After all, girls were getting married later now. She’d read that twenty-seven was the average age of today’s bride, closer to Harper’s age. In bigger cities such as New York, Washington, and Los Angeles, women were disinclined to tie the knot before they were well into their thirties. At thirty-four, Carson wasn’t completely sure she was ready even yet.

    With a great thump and screeching of brakes the plane landed at Charleston International Airport, jolting Carson’s thoughts. Soon the plane was filled with the sounds of seat belts clicking and rustling as restless passengers stood and anticipated an escape from confinement and the continuation of their journeys. She felt herself awakening at the prospect of seeing Blake again. She needed to freshen up before she faced him after so long a time.

    In the ladies’ room Carson stood in front of the industrial mirror under the harsh light. She saw the ravages of long hours of travel and exhaustion in the chalkiness of her skin. Her blue eyes, usually brilliant, appeared dull and bruised by the dark circles. After rinsing her face with cold water and patting it dry with paper towels, she dug into her large leather bag and pulled out her makeup. She added just enough blush to look healthy, a smattering of shadow and lip gloss. Then she untwined her braid and brushed it until it fell like glossy dark silk down her back. Blake loved her hair, liked to wrap his fist in it when he kissed her.

    She stuffed everything back into her bag and straightened her shoulders.

    “Dew and sunshine,” she said, feeling the bride-to-be at last. She grabbed her suitcase and strode into the corridor. When she reached the exit guard to the terminal, she heard Blake’s voice.


    She swung her head toward the sound, surprised. She’d expected him to pick her up at baggage claim. But there he stood at the exit, looking very much the same tall, slender, and tanned man she’d left last fall. Over the winter his dark hair had grown longer. Thick curls amassed on his head, not yet shorn for the summer. His eyes were the color of chocolate and they were warm now, bubbling over with anticipation. When their gazes met, he lifted his hand in a boisterous wave, revealing an enormous bouquet of white roses.

    All her nervousness, worries, and fatigue fled the moment she saw him. Like a light at the end of a tunnel, his gaze called to her.


    Suddenly she was grinning wide, face flushed, trotting in her boots to close the distance between them. In a rush his arms were around her, holding her tight, her lips smashed against his in a devouring kiss that was filled with discovery, reconnection, and promise.

    “Baby, you’re home,” he said against her cheek.

    Hearing the words, she felt the truth in them. She was home.

    He grabbed her bags, eyes only on her, oblivious of the glances they were gathering, mostly from young girls and older women with smiles on their faces.

    The drive from the airport in Blake’s pickup was filled with catch-up conversation, questions fired and answered, mixed with laughter. Outside, the day was dreary. Rain whipped the windshield while the wipers clicked like metronomes. They crept along Coleman Boulevard, past shops lit up like night, though it was barely one o’clock in the afternoon. Blake kept a firm grip on her hand, releasing it briefly only to shift gears, then clasping it again, as though afraid the bird would fly off again. As they left the mainland and headed over the wetlands, she looked out to see that the tide was so high only the tips of grass were visible, like some great green lawn seemingly ready to overflow with the rain. She knew that in six hours the powerful tides would turn and the water would recede again, exposing mounds of mudflats with glistening black, sharp-tipped oyster shells, an army of fiddler crabs, and, if the storm was over, regal snowy egrets. These, she thought, were the seaside sentinels welcoming her home to the lowcountry.

    They went directly to Blake’s apartment on Sullivan’s Island. Once a military barracks, the long, white wood building had been converted to apartments. The history of a military presence on the island went back to the Revolutionary War. Passing Fort Moultrie, Stella Maris Church, her hand went to the window, as though to caress these touchstones. If she turned here toward the back of the island, she’d head toward Sea Breeze, she thought. But Blake drove straight down Middle Street.

    They held hands as they climbed the stairs to Blake’s apartment, then paused at the door and smiled. They both knew what awaited them on the other side. Once the key entered the lock, Hobbs began his deep-throated huff of warning. They heard the dog’s nails clicking on the hardwood, then the exploratory deep sniffs at the door.

    “Are you ready for your welcome?” Blake asked, turning the key.

    Carson smiled and nodded, bracing herself. When the door opened, the giant golden Labrador licked Blake’s hand, then immediately went to sniff the new person—Carson’s boots, her jeans, her extended hand. Then, with a high yelp of recognition, Hobbs began barking and whining with excitement, his tail waving back and forth. Carson couldn’t have asked for a warmer homecoming. She bent low to scratch behind his ears and pet his fur.

    After Blake settled his dog and they entered the small two-bedroom apartment, a moment of tension came between them, the first since she’d seen him. The air around them felt charged with energy and want.

    “I’ll put the flowers in water,” Blake said, taking the roses from her.

    She brought them to her nose, inhaling their heady scent once more before relinquishing them to Blake. He was watching her, his pupils pulsing. He stood motionless for a second, then in a sweep tossed the roses to the nearby sofa and stepped forward to place his long hands on her cheeks and draw her lips to his.

    He drank from her lips like a man parched. His tongue probed, separating her lips and plunging into the moisture he’d not tasted for months. She welcomed him, clasping herself tighter to him with a soft moan in her throat. It was always like this with them. A kiss was like spontaneous combustion. Neither of them could stop now, nor would they want to. Outside, lightning flashed, and seconds later, thunder rumbled close, loud. The lights flickered. Hobbs whined and curled up in his bed.

    Blake pulled back from Carson’s lips, let his hands slide down her arms to her hands, and said, “I’ve missed you.”

    “I’ve missed you, too.”

    He took her hand and, without another word spoken, led her to his room and to his bed. The cold front gusted at the windows, rattling the frames as rain sluiced through the air. But inside, the small apartment welcomed the lovers and protected them from the storm.

    “It’s still raining,” Carson said.

    She lay on her back, her long dark hair spilling over the pillows, one arm flung over her forehead. Her breathing had calmed, and spent, she felt suddenly tired, as if she could sleep for hours listening to the rain pattering outdoors. Lovemaking often had this effect on her. Unwinding like a tight coil, the passion gave her a great release.

    “It’s supposed to rain all day, then move on tonight. Tomorrow should be sunny.” Blake rolled to his side and propped his head on his palm. He reached out to shift the sheet up over her naked breasts. “You must have jet lag. Rest.”

    “I am tired.”

    “It was a good idea to stop here first, before going to Sea Breeze. Give you time to decompress. Besides, I want my time first, before I have to share you with everyone else.”

    Carson lifted her arm to gently slide her hand along the side of his head. “True, though I miss them. Especially Mamaw. But, yes, we need this time alone. To talk.”

    “And sleep. It’s a good day for sleep.”

    “Yes.” Her lids blinked slowly, listening to the patter of rain on the roof. She felt safe here, with Blake, protected from whatever ill winds blew outside this apartment.

    “Oh, Blake,” she said in a choked whisper. “I’d forgotten what it was like here with you.”

    He smiled. “Then don’t go away again.”

    He gathered her closer to him so she could rest her head on his shoulder. They lay entwined in each other’s arms, listening to the softer roll of thunder compete with Hobbs’s snores.

    Carson’s fingers played with the hairs on his chest. Furrowing her brows in consternation, she sighed heavily.

    “What?” he asked, alert to her shift in mood.

    “Oh, I’ve been wondering. . . .” She looked at Blake and saw his alert expression. Like a man waiting for the other shoe to drop. She paused. Carson had hurt him before. She couldn’t hurt him again. She tried to couch her words.

    “While I was away, the work was hard, yes. Demanding. Frustrating. That cyclone that hit really slowed down production. I’ve lived through Category One hurricanes here on the island before, but this cyclone was worse. There were moments I wasn’t sure we’d make it. We were all pretty scared.” She snorted. “I don’t know if Kowalski was more afraid of the storm or the cost of the delay.”

    Blake waited without speaking, his hand stroking her bare arm.

    “All those delays. I know I swore I’d be back earlier. I’m months late. I couldn’t help them. I’m sorry.”

    “I know. We talked about it. It’s done. You’re here now.”

    Carson hesitated. “I also said that I wouldn’t take another film job.”

    Blake’s gaze sharpened. “Did you?”

    “No.” She took a breath. “Not yet. But Kowalski offered me another job. A good one, with good pay. He told me I did an excellent job.” Her lips turned up. “That applied to my not drinking, too.”

    Blake nodded slowly, his brow furrowing as though he wasn’t quite sure what she was getting at, but he knew he didn’t much like where it was going. “That’s what you wanted. Validation. Your self-esteem back. You succeeded.”

    “Yes. And it feels wonderful. It’s like I got myself back.” Her hand touched her heart. “The strong, confident me. Feeling that again, I . . .” She took a breath. “I can’t go back to the way I was last summer. Lost, penniless, unable to get a job.”

    “The way you felt last summer had a lot more to do with all that you learned about yourself than the job issue. You joined AA. That took a lot of personal strength. And your bond with your sisters. I like to think I was part of that, too.”

    “You were. Of course you were. But learning that about myself and going out into the world, testing myself and succeeding, are two different things. I’m a recovering alcoholic. I’ll never be cured. The temptation to drink is present every day, and every day I have to have the personal strength to say no. To do that, I have to be centered and strong. Blake, I’m terrified of going back to that woman I was last summer—broke, wallowing, unemployed. So I’m wondering . . . why do I need to go through that when I was offered another job? One perfectly in line with my career, too. I know people who would kill for that job offer.”

    Blake gently disentangled himself from her arms and rose to sit on the bed. He crossed his legs and looked out the window a moment, but she knew he wasn’t looking at the rain.

    “How long would this job take you away for?”

    “I’m not sure of the details, but probably two months.”

    “Does that mean four?”

    “Hey, a cyclone doesn’t usually hit while filming.”

    “But there are delays.”

    “Sometimes. Of course.”

    Blake shook his head. “You said this was your last film job.”

    “I know. At the time I thought it was. But I’m not sure now. I have nothing else here.”

    Blake snorted derisively.

    “I don’t mean you. You know that.”

    “You haven’t looked.”

    Carson scrambled to rise and sit across from him, unaware of, unconcerned about, her nakedness. “Yes, I have! Last summer. All summer. I had to take pity donations from Harper.” Carson shook her head violently. “I can’t do that again. And why should I? Why should I take a job I don’t love when I have a job that I do love?”

    “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

    She looked at him questioningly.

    “We’ll be married. You’ll be my wife. You won’t be penniless. What’s mine is yours. That’s what a marriage is.”

    Carson took a deep breath and turned away from the sincerity on his face. The room was half-dark with the lights off and the dark sky outdoors. “Please understand,” she began, trying hard to keep her voice calm and reasonable, “that I appreciate that. But I can’t sit back and let you take care of me. I need to feel I can take care of myself. You know how I grew up—my father took me away from Mamaw when I was a little girl and moved me to Los Angeles, where he was going to make his name and fortune. He was always trying to write or sell something. By then he’d given up on his dream to write the great American novel and got into screenplays, magazine pieces, ghostwriting, anything he could so that he could pay the rent. And when he couldn’t, he took what little money we had and got drunk. I learned pretty early to depend on myself. I had to hide his money to buy groceries. I cooked, cleaned, got myself to school. I was more the parent than he was. When I turned eighteen, I’d had enough and left. When he died a few years later, I was sad. But I also felt a little relief.” She shrugged, a physical effort to remove the guilt she carried. “It’s always been me, taking care of me. That’s all I’ve ever known.”

    “First, I’m not your father. I come from a long line of steady, hardworking stock. Secondly,” Blake said with a hint of humor, “independence isn’t the key to a good marriage.”

    Carson shivered, feeling chilled. She reached out to pull the sheet up over her shoulders. Carson knew that commitment of any kind, much less marriage, was difficult for her. She didn’t like long-term leases, jobs that kept her tied to one city, one place. In the past, whenever a boyfriend had started getting serious or mentioned the word ring, she’d run. Only with Blake had she found herself able to consider a pledge of commitment. For better or worse, through sickness and health, till death do us part. Blake never had any doubts, was steadfast in his belief in her. In them. But she was beginning to feel shackled by the promises she’d made last fall, bound not only to marry but to give up her independence.

    Carson answered seriously, “I know you’re not my father. You’re as far from him as a man could be. But . . .” She looked down and tugged at the sheet, pulling it closer.

    “But what?”

    “But as for my independence, I’m worried.” She twisted the sheet in her hands, taking a breath, looked up, and met his eyes. “I’m not prepared to give it up.”

    Blake’s dark gaze sharpened. “What are you saying?” Then, visibly paling, he said with caution, “Are you breaking our engagement?”

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    A Lowcountry Wedding 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I love all this series of books!
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    19295257 More than 1 year ago
    Please bring the girls back in a sequel.....Loved every word of every book. So sad to finish the trilogy.
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    Ariesgrl More than 1 year ago
    A few seasons have passed and Harper has settled in as the new owner of Sea Breeze. However, with Carson due to return to the family home, her anxieties are high. Meanwhile, Dora is figuring out who she is, while dealing with the stress of being a single mother. Everyone is looking forward to reuniting with the wandering middle sister, especially since the family has two weddings to plan. Unfortunately, when a stranger with a secret is thrown into the mix, chaos and emotions erupt. Will Mamaw be able to comfort and reconnect her Summer Girls, or will their bond be forever broken? Charleston, South Carolina provides a lovely, breathtaking scenery, perfect for the Muir ceremonies. From the very first page, smiling readers will be shocked as they are welcomed back to Sea Breeze with open arms. The beginning chapters provide a nice recap of the previous three stories, for those who are new to Mary Alice Monroe’s Lowcountry Summer series. Readers will appreciate feeling like a member of the family, as they watch each character’s growth and confidence get shaken by unexpected news. Although there are a few repetitive phrases, readers will be swept up in the magic of Monroe’s writing. The story follows the same format with each chapter switching points-of-view, as well as focusing on the importance of protecting nature’s wildlife. Notes: This review was written for Sasee Magazine. This review appeared on the Ariesgrl Book Reviews website.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I could not put this book down!! If I had not read the other three books, I wouldn't have been as familiar with the characters and would have spent time wondering who these people were. I love the way she weaved the other books in bringing Delphene back and introducing a total surprise new character! Loved this book!!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I could not put this book down!! If I had not read the other three books, I wouldn't have been as familiar with the characters and would have spent time wondering who these people were. I love the way she weaved the other books in bringing Delphene back and introducing a total surprise new character! Loved this book!!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I could not put this book down!! If I had not read the other three books, I wouldn't have been as familiar with the characters and would have spent time wondering who these people were. I love the way she weaved the other books in bringing Delphene back and introducing a total surprise new character! Loved this book!!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    The perfect ending to a heart-warming series which takes place on Sullivan’s Island when Marietta Muir, seeks to reunite her three granddaughters Carson, Dora and Harper before the family beach home is sold. The beach house was a place of great happiness for the girls when they were young. Growing apart in adulthood, they reunite for a summer. Feeling like a member of the family, we once again reunite the following May for the weddings of Carson and Harper. An unexpected surprise is a new family member who plays a key role in helping Carson, Harper and Dora make difficult decisions and find her path to happiness. The plot and characterization was outstanding. I’ve always loved the way Mary Alice Monroe mingles her love of nature and the low country in many of her plots.
    Amanda_Earnhardt More than 1 year ago
    In this fourth book in The Summer Girl Series, Mary Alice Monroe once again draws us back into the lives of the Muir sisters, Dora, Carson, and Harper, their handsome men, Dora’s autistic son, and Mamaw, the sisters’ devoted paternal grandmother. Plans are being made for Carson’s and Harper’s weddings, and nothing goes smoothly! There is a lot of indecision, turmoil, and drama, especially with Carson. Two more romances are developing, and there is a surprise visitor who reveals a long held family secret thus complicating the family dynamics. The snarky relationship between Mamaw and Harper’s very proper English maternal grandmother, Granny James, keeps us amused and entertained. Delphine, the recovering wounded dolphin, makes several appearances throughout the book and continues to teach us lessons about marine wildlife protection and conservation. Mary Alice Monroe is a gifted lyrical storyteller who connects her readers into her settings, storylines, and characters’ lives. In A Lowcountry Wedding and the other books in the series, Monroe practically personifies the lush setting of the South Carolina lowcountry and the cherished family beach house, Sea Breeze. She makes her readers feel loved as if you are one of Mamaw’s family members. Do yourself a favor and read this book and the other books in the series. You’ll be glad you did!
    CrazyMama More than 1 year ago
    In the south, a “surcie” is an unexpected little gift from the heart. A Lowcountry Wedding is certainly a surcie from author Mary Alice Monroe. Last June, as I finished reading The Summer’s End, I shed tears while reading the last few pages. I had become invested in the characters of the Summer trilogy and I was sad to leave them. Later, I was overjoyed to hear that there WOULD be a follow-up book to celebrate the happily-ever-afters of Mamaw and her granddaughters Eudora, Carson, and Harper. After months of eager anticipation, the book was in my hands. As I read each chapter, I was amazed at the freshness of the storyline. In A Lowcountry Wedding, the ongoing stories of each character are intertwined with a new, bold complication that adds interest and depth. Monroe continues to draw the reader into the lives of the Muir women through their realistic emotions and believable problems. Now, there are weddings to plan! Harper and Carson are in the throes of preparation. In addition to the usual frivolous decisions of dresses, venues, and cakes, both women struggle with the very real decisions that marriage brings. Dora and Mamaw also work through relationship issues. In the end, all realize that it takes courage to follow your heart and find happiness in life. Fans of the Summer trilogy will not be disappointed in this book! Just when you think that you have it all figured out, Mary Alice Monroe adds an exciting new twist.
    Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
    This was my second book in the Lowcountry series. I loved it! Yes, it was a little Walton’s Mountain kind of thing, but every once in a while when you read mystery and suspense, you just need some good feeling vibes. I’m not a huge romance reader, keep all that sex stuff in the bedroom, thank you. But, there was just something about these girls that really drew me to them. And the Grandma’s they are a hoot. This is just good old fashioned boy meets girl (well in this case, they had already met) and they plan a wedding together. It’s just that this time there are two weddings, or are there three or four? I really liked this story, the issues that came up were not superficial or ridiculous, they were real issues that you could see happening. The characters were lifelike to me and I thoroughly enjoyed the whole story. Apparently, I have missed two stories and now must go back before the weddings and see what all happened to bring this unusual family together. Huge thanks to Gallery Books and Net Galley for the opportunity to read yet another Mary Alice Monroe book and review it. She is definitely one of my new favorite authors!
    ReadsWithGranddaughters More than 1 year ago
    As soon as I started reading page one, I found myself exhaling a deep sense of calmness, as I was immediately drawn back to the beauty of the Lowcountry. Luscious, elegantly written words gave me a warm welcome back to Sullivan's Island and nearby Charleston. Three half-sisters who have the same father and different mothers get back together with Mamaw, their grandmother, and wedding plans take shape. Delphine, the beloved dolphin, is back and beautifully woven into the story. There are big surprises with new characters in this fourth book of this series. I laughed and cried with all of the characters, and found myself beside them, wanting to help them out. The descriptions of the sceneries could not be more life-like. I felt the emotional struggles of every character, smelled the scents of the waters, warmed to the men's groundness, felt the breezes, and heard the voices of nature, mammals, and the wisdom of the elders. For me, every book by Mary Alice Monroe rates five stars, and this is no exception. If you haven't read the first three books, I highly recommend that you read them. [I received an early copy in exchange for my honest review.]
    BevAnt More than 1 year ago
    Mary Alice Monroe, author extraordinaire, once again captures the hearts and souls of her devout readers and avid followers in the highly anticipated fourth installment of the Lowcountry Series. In "A Lowcountry Wedding", Mamaw and her much beloved granddaughter's Dora, Carson and Harper continue to embrace and support one another with the very emotional and complicated truths of life. As their wedding day draws near they must all reconcile and hopefully embrace the new paths that can lead them to love, happiness and a life they can only hope for, a love to last forever! Monroe's captivating journey's of love, hope, forgiveness, loss and - ultimately - acceptance of the Sullivan's Island family dynamics shows just how much we can all endure if we have the support and guidance along each person's journey in life. But most of all Monroe gives us a lasting image with her words that capture our hearts with hope of new beginnings. Monroe builds on "The Summer's End" and embraces the new paths the family must reconcile and ultimately acceptance of themselves and each other. Sit back and let Monroe take you on a very pleasurable, heart-felt journey that is so beautifully written that you'll imagine yourself a part of the Sullivan's Island family. I received an advance reader copy through NetGalley of this book in return for my honest review.
    PegDee More than 1 year ago
    MAM has never disappointed me with any of her books that I've read. This is the fourth book in Mary Alice Monroe's Summer Girls series, however; I feel all of the books can be read on their own. But believe me once you read one, you will want to read them all. This one was no exception. Her books are not the mushy romantic stories but in depth accounts of families and peoples lives. Of course, there has to be some romance in a story that is based outside Charleston, SC and that is titled "A Lowcountry Wedding". There wasn't an overabundance of tedious descriptions of the actual weddings but I sure would like to see the wedding dresses. The Muir family is one that I never tire of reading about. To be totally honest, I did get a little tired of Carson's angst over her independence and commitment even though I would probably feel the same way. And where was Nate in many of the scenarios? All in all, this was a very enjoyable read. I received an advance reader copy through NetGalley of this book in return for my honest review.
    Fredreeca2001 More than 1 year ago
    It is wedding season in Charleston and the Lowcountry. And boy, is it a treat. A wonderful beach or a fascinating old plantation….decisions, decisions, decisions. These three half sisters, Carson, Harper and Dora, meld so well together and infuse the story with such charm and grace. The complexities of each character and their relationships seem to compliment and bring diversity to this novel. I was enraptured with where this story was going and where it ended. I so hope there is another novel in this series. This was like visiting with old friends. I do not want to give away a spoiler. Let’s just say, Carson and Harper are coveting each other’s wedding. This brings on some classic turmoil and squabbles, like you can only see in a family. But, it also brings the sisters closer to each other and strengthens their family bond. I fell in love with this series in the first book, The Summer Girls. I love the setting of the Lowcountry. I feel like I am there, experiencing the wildlife, the smells and the view. To say Mary Alice Monroe does a fantastic job is an understatement. I can relate to each sister and I so want to go visit the Lowcountry. I just want to crawl inside this series and live! I received this novel as part of Simon and Schusters XOXPERTS.
    Susan5847 More than 1 year ago
    This is book 4 in Mary Alice Monroe's Low Country Summer series. The series needs to be read in order because there are lots of references to the previous books. Once again we are back on Sullivan's Island SC with the Muir family at Sea Breeze while Harper and Carson plan their weddings. Their planning is helped by Dora, their grandmother and Harper's grandmother from England. If planning two weddings a day apart - one on the beach and one at a plantation - isn't stressful enough, there is a surprise visitor who joins the family and really changes the family dynamics. And of course, there is the beautiful South Carolina low country, the ocean and Delphane, the dolphin from the earlier books. The characters are well done and very real and the scenery makes you feel like you are ready to dip your toes into the ocean. I love Mary Alice Monroe's book and I really love this series. I'm sad that this is the end of the series and that we won't go back and spend more time with these characters that we've grown to know so well. This is a great series and I highly recommend it!
    palmettobooklover More than 1 year ago
    Mary Alice's latest, A Lowcountry Wedding, is fantastic! Continuing the saga of Mamaw's "summer girls," the three half-sisters are contemplating their marriage plans. Two weddings are being planned by other people for two of the three sisters, but the arrangements are not what the girls want. In an effort to not cause any problems, they suffer in silence throughout the book. A new character enters the world of the girls and Mamaw and he is quite the addition. Someone or several family members seem to always be keeping a secret throughout this series and this one is a doozy! And, of course, it comes out at the worst time--or we wouldn't have such a wonderful read in our hands. While it is difficult to tell you too much about the book without divulging the story lines, rest assured that if you are already a fan of Mary Alice and this series, you will love the book. If you are not yet a fan, you will be after reading this heartwarming story of this group of very strong women, even if they don't know it!