Beach House for Rent

Beach House for Rent

by Mary Alice Monroe

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Beach House for Rent by Mary Alice Monroe

New York Times bestselling author Mary Alice Monroe returns to her beloved Isle of Palms to tell the poignant, charming story of two women, one summer, and one very special beach house.

When Cara Rutledge rents out her quaint beach house on Isle of Palms to Heather Wyatt for the entire summer, it’s a win-win by any standard: Cara’s generating income necessary to keep husband Brett’s ecotourism boat business afloat, and anxiety-prone Heather, an young artist who’s been given a commission to paint birds on postage stamps, has a quiet space in which to work and tend to her pet canaries uninterrupted.

It isn’t long, however, before both women’s idyllic summers are altered irrevocably: the alluring shorebirds—and the man who rescues them—begin to draw Heather out of the shell she’s cultivated toward a world of adventure, and maybe even love; at the same time, Cara’s life reels with sudden tragedy, and she wishes only to return to the beach house that had once been her port amidst life’s storms. When Heather refuses to budge from her newfound sanctuary, so begins the unlikeliest of rooming situations. While they start out as strangers, as everything around the women falls apart they learn that the only thing they can really rely on is each other.

And, like the migrating shorebirds that come to the island for the summer, these two women of different generations must rediscover their unique strengths so by summer’s end they, too, can take flight in ways they never imagined possible.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781442394100
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Audio
Publication date: 06/20/2017
Series: Mary Alice Monroe's Beach House Series , #4
Edition description: Unabridged
Sales rank: 498,570
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 5.90(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Mary Alice Monroe is the New York Times bestselling author of two dozen novels, including The Summer Girls, The Summer Wind, The Summer’s End, A Lowcountry Wedding, A Lowcountry Christmas, Last Light Over Carolina, Time Is a River, Sweetgrass, Skyward, The Four Seasons, The Book Club, The Beach House, Beach House Memories, Swimming Lessons, Beach House for Rent, and Beach House Reunion. 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, and the International Book Award for Green Fiction. In 2018 she was inducted into the South Carolina Literary Hall of Fame. Her novel, The Beach House was made into a Hallmark Hall of Fame film. An active conservationist, she lives in the lowcountry of South Carolina. Visit her at MaryAliceMonroe.com and at Facebook.com/MaryAliceMonroe.

Mary Alice Monroe is the New York Times bestselling author of two dozen novels, including The Summer Girls, The Summer Wind, The Summer’s End, A Lowcountry Wedding, A Lowcountry Christmas, Last Light Over Carolina, Time Is a River, Sweetgrass, Skyward, The Four Seasons, The Book Club, The Beach House, Beach House Memories, Swimming Lessons, Beach House for Rent, and Beach House Reunion. 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, and the International Book Award for Green Fiction. In 2018 she was inducted into the South Carolina Literary Hall of Fame. Her novel, The Beach House was made into a Hallmark Hall of Fame film. 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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Beach House for Rent




  • Isle of Palms, South Carolina

    April 2016

    THE BEACH HOUSE sat perched on a dune overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. Small and yellow, it blended in with the waves of sweetgrass and sea oats and the delicate yellow primroses for which the cottage was named. For eighty-five years it had endured the fury of hurricanes, the rush of tidal surges, and the ravages of the salt-tinged air. It had withstood the test of time.

    The beach house was a survivor.

    As was she, Cara Rutledge thought, staring up at the house. She held a paintbrush in one hand and, shading her eyes from the gentle rays of the sun with the other, surveyed the fresh coat of gleaming white paint she’d just finished applying to the front porch and railings. How many times had she painted these porches? she wondered. Or repaired the pergola, fixed the plumbing, trimmed the shrubs and trees? Living by the sea was a constant exercise in the art of nip and tuck, especially for an old cottage like Primrose. But she didn’t mind the time or expense. She would repair and paint it every year she could still lift a paintbrush or afford a plumber. Because even more than the historic house on Tradd Street in Charleston, or the treasured, centuries-old family antiques that filled the Rutledge family’s home, this modest 1930s beach house held the real memories of her family.

    Only the good memories, she corrected herself with a wistful smile as her thoughts floated back to the halcyon days of her childhood.

    When she was growing up, summer meant leaving the bustle and noise of Charleston and coming out to Primrose Cottage on the Isle of Palms with her mother, Olivia, and older brother, Palmer. It might have been only a trip across the Grace Bridge, some twenty miles, but back in the day, the change was so significant they might as well have journeyed to another country. Many of the girls she knew from school spent summers at family cottages on Sullivan’s Island. But her mother claimed she preferred the relative isolation and the maritime forest on Isle of Palms. Cara, too, had preferred the Huck Finn lifestyle of Isle of Palms, where her mother would open the screen door and let her children run wild till the dinner bell at 5 p.m.

    Cara sighed, slipping into the vortex of memories. Her gaze scanned the quaint cottage under the brilliant azure sky. She had achieved many lifetime firsts here. She’d learned to swim on the beach just beyond the house, kissed her first boyfriend on the back porch, confided secrets with her best friend, Emmi, over cookies and sweet tea in the kitchen, broken her first bone falling from the live oak tree that thrived until Hurricane Hugo blew it down. She’d caught her first fish from Hamlin Creek on the back of the island, and made love with Brett amid the clicking sea oats on the dunes. Of all her memories, those of the man she’d fallen in love with late in life, married, and forged a new life with here on Isle of Palms were the sweetest.

    Cara closed her eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet sea air. She heard the sounds of the island—the soft humming of bees, the purr of the ocean. She felt the caress of a breeze ruffle her hair. Whenever she had memories of the beach house, the image of her mother formed in her mind. Olivia Rutledge, affectionately known as Lovie—slight, ageless, her blond hair pulled back into a stylish chignon, her blue eyes shining with warmth. Opening her eyes, Cara almost expected to see her mother walking around the corner carrying the red turtle team bucket.

    Primrose Cottage had been her mother’s beach house. No, Cara thought on reflection. More than her house. The cottage had been her mother’s sanctuary. Her place of refuge. Her source of inspiration. Lovie had come here to escape the burdens of her social obligations in Charleston. On the island she was free to pursue her passion—sea turtles. Lovie had been the Isle of Palms’s first “sea turtle lady.” She’d formed the first turtle team. She’d even named her only daughter Caretta, after the Latin name for the loggerhead, much to Cara’s lifelong chagrin.

    They’d been close when she was young, but as Cara grew tall and statuesque, her opinions matured as well. She’d found herself growing increasingly distant from her mother—in fact, from both her parents.

    Especially her father.

    When Cara was eighteen, to her traditional father Stratton Rutledge’s disappointment, she had refused to become the southern belle she was expected to be. Her hair was too dark, her feet too big. She was too tall, too bookish, and far too independent-minded. After graduating high school with honors, Cara had informed her parents, in a tone of voice that implied she was well aware they would not approve, that she wasn’t going to the local college they’d selected for her but would instead attend a northeastern college. Perhaps Boston University. Maybe even Harvard. She was proud she’d been accepted. Her father, however, wasn’t accustomed to back talk, especially from his daughter.

    “Who the hell do you think you are, little girl?” he’d roared, his voice echoing in the large dining room of their grand home. Her mother had sat quietly at the other end of the table, her eyes meekly downcast. “You’ll do as I say. And if you step one foot outside this town—out of this house—that’ll tear it between us, you hear? You leave and you’ll not get one dollar, not one stick of furniture, not so much as a nod of the head when you pass me or your mother on the street, hear?”

    But Cara was more like her father than he’d realized. She’d turned heel and run as far away from her parents, that house, Charleston, and all the expectations and demands of a southern woman from South of Broad as she could get, heading to points north to seek her freedom, fame, and fortune. Her father was as good as his word. He’d cut her off and never looked back. He refused to pay her tuition, so she’d never gone to a prestigious Boston college. Instead she’d nailed an interview for an entry-level position at an advertising firm in Chicago, and had gone to night school for seven years while working full-time, finally earning her degree in communications. She’d climbed the corporate ladder and, though she wasn’t wealthy, she’d achieved success on her own merit. Cara had come home only once, for her brother’s wedding, and sent a handful of Christmas and birthday cards over the years. There was the occasional phone call with her mother. Her relationship with her family was polite at best.

    When her father died, Cara returned home for his funeral. Like the man he’d been throughout his lifetime, his will was cold and vindictive. As Stratton had sworn all those years ago, he didn’t leave her as much as a stick of furniture. Cara had neither expected nor wanted anything from him. But the silence from her mother upon finding out that he’d made good on his pledge had hurt.

    Then, on Cara’s fortieth birthday, her mother had written asking her to come home for a visit. And she’d obliged. A weekend at the beach house had turned into a summer of reconciliation.

    “Oh, Mama,” she whispered so softly that her voice was carried off by the breeze. Cara had lost Lovie again to cancer right after they’d found each other once more. Even after ten years, Cara’s heart yearned for her.

    Her father had left everything to Palmer. But the beach house was her mother’s, and when Lovie died she’d left it to Cara, knowing she would care for Primrose Cottage—and all the secrets associated with it—with the love and attention to detail that Lovie herself had exhibited. And Cara had fulfilled that promise.

    Studying the beach house in the softening light of day’s end, Cara shook her head ruefully. If someone had told her when she was eighteen that decades later she’d be back on the Isle of Palms as mistress of Primrose Cottage, she would have laughed out loud with disbelief.

    But here she was, turning fifty, living on the Isle of Palms again, married to the love of her life and giving Primrose Cottage yet another coat of paint. “What goes around comes around,” her mother used to say. Cara chortled and shook her head. As usual, her mother was right.

    Cara rolled her stiff shoulders, then traipsed across the sand and wildflowers to the waiting bucket of soapy water. She set her brush to soak, then put her hands on her back and once again stretched her aching muscles. Fifty certainly wasn’t the new forty, not in Cara’s opinion anyway.

    No more daydreaming, she told herself as her usual practical, no-nonsense attitude kicked in. Rental season was around the corner and there was a lot left to do—and she couldn’t afford to hire anyone else. She was committed to keeping the beach house up to the standards set by her mother. Still, she’d miscalculated the strength of the early spring sun and she could feel the pinpricks of sunburn on her arms.

    The sound of a car pulling up the gravel driveway distracted her. She stopped studying her arm and looked over her shoulder to see her brother’s gleaming white Mercedes sedan easing to a stop. He gave a gentle toot of the horn to herald his arrival. She chuckled, thinking Palmer always arrived with fanfare. She removed the man’s denim shirt irretrievably splattered with paint, one of Brett’s rejects, from over her black T-shirt and tossed it on a nearby wheelbarrow. The front car door swung open and one polished slip-on tasseled loafer peeked out from the car, then Palmer Rutledge hoisted himself out with a muffled grunt.

    At fifty-two, Palmer was two years older than Cara, but he looked a good decade older, thanks to the bloated, florid face and the paunch at his waist from his lifestyle as a businessman and successful real estate maven. While his habits had led to a less-than-healthy physique, Cara couldn’t deny that Palmer had an enviable sense of style. Even as a boy he’d always been an impeccable dresser, a sharp contrast to Cara’s tattered, beachy sartorial choices. Today he wore a tan golf jacket over a polo shirt and pressed khakis. Cara wiped the flecks of paint from her hands onto her torn jeans and took a step toward him, a smile of welcome spread across her tanned face.

    “Palmer!” she exclaimed with an exuberant wave. “Come to see how the other half lives?”

    Her brother held out his arms and she walked into them for a bear hug, highlighting the physical ease and sense of closeness that they shared as children remained. Cara believed their mother’s death had made them not simply orphans, but all too aware of their own mortality.

    “That’s enough of that,” Palmer said with a low laugh, gently disentangling himself. “You smell ripe, sister mine.”

    “Thanks,” Cara replied breezily, not in the least embarrassed. “Comes from decent hard work.”

    “Mama never lifted a paintbrush in her delicate hands.”

    “Mama had more money than me. And, brother mine, I believe you do, too. So if the sight of my chipped nails and paint-splattered clothes offends you, kindly offer me the funds to hire out.”

    “I’d love to, honey, but we both know Julia spends every penny I earn faster than sand through fingers.” Palmer rolled his eyes as he so often did when speaking of his socially conscious, designer-driven wife. His gaze shifted to the cottage. “Nice job,” he said. Then he slanted her a look. “Do you hire out?”

    Cara slapped his arm teasingly. “Don’t get me started.”

    “Seriously,” Palmer said, crossing his arms over his belly, “the place looks good. Real good.”

    “It’s a pretty place,” she said, looking again at the beach house. And it was true. With its mullioned windows and broad porch filled with baskets of ferns and white rockers, she’d always thought that it was a picturesque image of a lowcountry cottage. “Say what you will about all these mansions,” she said with another wave of her hand, indicating the enormous newer houses. “You can’t buy that old-world charm.”

    “You ever been in those big houses?” Palmer teased. He looked around, searching. “So where’s your better half?”

    “Brett is out back building a new pergola over the enclosed back porch. He’s worked so hard on it. It’s almost done, and I have to say it turned out so well.”

    “Wait,” Palmer said, holding up his hand. “What enclosed porch?”

    “You haven’t seen it yet, have you?” Cara asked in surprise. Though Palmer and Julia lived just over the bridge in Charleston with their two children, Linnea and Cooper, she and they didn’t spend time together outside of family events and holidays. Cara doted on her niece and nephew, but with school and social schedules it seemed everyone was always too busy. “Come on ’round. Brett will want to show it off. He did all the work himself.”

    “That man sure is handy,” Palmer said as he followed her.

    Cara knew he meant it as a compliment. Palmer had tried for years to get Brett involved in flipping houses, especially on the islands. But Brett was as stubborn as he was talented. He truly loved working with wood. He was as much a craftsman as a builder. Like so much else in his life, he did things his own way and wouldn’t be hurried.

    She led the way around the cottage, her shoes crunching in the dry sand and shells. Cara kept the property wild, as nature had intended. Only palm trees, wild grasses, and flowers sprouted on her property, especially in the spring, when the island was practically bursting with life. Wildflowers colored the dunes with soft yellows, vibrant blues, and fiery oranges. In the trees birds sang out mating calls, while overhead migrating birds soared, returning home from southern climes.

    This side of the beach house faced the long stretch of dunes that reached out to the Atlantic Ocean. The mighty sea reflected the mood of the sky—sometimes dark, turbulent, and gloomy, other times a soft, introspective gray-blue. Today the water was the color of unbridled joy and hope, a blue so vivid the horizon line disappeared where sea met sky, creating an infinite stretch of blue. Sunlight danced on the ocean, making it appear a living, breathing thing. Cara paused to stare out in awe. The dazzling sea always had the power to take her breath away.

    “Beautiful day,” Palmer said with gusto, rocking back on his heels and echoing her thoughts.

    “It is,” she replied softly, sharing the moment with her brother.

    “And a stunning view. I’ve always said that,” he added, then gestured toward the ocean. “No houses standing in the way. You’ve got a straight shot to the sea with that vacant lot in front of you.”

    His words broke through her quiet reverie as she realized Palmer wasn’t appreciating the spiritual quality of the view, but rather the commercial value. He spoke as if she didn’t realize all these fine points of her own home. Going for the hard sell, as always. She turned her head to scrutinize him.

    Her brother was, in fact, wearing business attire, she suddenly realized, not the sporty shorts and Tommy Bahama shirts he wore for leisure. His gold signet ring caught the sunlight and drew her attention to the papers he was carrying in his doughy hand. Cara sighed inwardly, even as she steeled her resolve.

    This wasn’t a social call. Palmer had come on business. Without speaking, she turned the corner of the house toward the back.

    “Whoa,” Palmer exclaimed. He paused, hands on hips, to take in the new sunroom attached to the back of the house, the new deck spreading the entire width of the sunroom, with stairs leading out to the dunes. “What have you and Brett been up to?”

    “This is what I wanted to show you,” she replied, excited to show off the project that had dominated their lives the past several months. “We enclosed the old porch and gained so much more space, all facing the ocean. We just love it. And then, of course, we will finish the deck. You can see the outline,” she said, pointing to the wooden frame. “It will spread the entire width of the sunroom with stairs leading out to the dunes. Mama would roll over in her grave if we didn’t have a proper deck overlooking the ocean. And if you recall, Brett repaired Mama’s pergola every time the wind blew it down.”

    “I do recall.”

    “So after we enclosed the porch, Brett built this pergola in her honor.”

    Palmer’s face softened. “Did he really?”

    She nodded as she surveyed the thick, treated wood of the pergola. Once it was sun-cured, she’d paint it a glistening white.

    “When Brett’s done with the pergola, we’ll put out the rocking chairs.” She smiled at the memory of sitting with her mother on the back porch in companionable silence night after night that final summer. “Mama would be so pleased.”

    The sound of hammering drew her gaze upward. Brett was perched on top of a paint-splattered ladder, hammering nails into the pergola with focus. Brett was a big man, broad-shouldered and fit. He wore ragged tan shorts, a faded plaid shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and scuffed work boots, revealing the leathery, tawny skin of a seaman. Her mind flashed back to when she’d returned home that fateful summer and had seen him hanging on the nets of a shrimp boat, every bit as dashing as Errol Flynn. Brett Beauchamps was the love of her life, and even after ten years of marriage, bits of gray hair notwithstanding, the sight of him could still make her swoon.

    She tented her hand over her eyes as she looked up at him in the fierce sunlight. “Brett!” she called. “Honey!”

    The hammering stopped and he turned her way. She couldn’t see his eyes behind his Ray-Ban sunglasses.

    “Palmer’s here! Come on down.”

    Brett lifted his hand in acknowledgment. “Be down in a minute,” he called back. “Almost done.”

    One of Brett’s strengths was his work ethic. He was tireless, pushing himself without pause. She knew he wouldn’t stop until the job was done, and done right.

    Cara chuckled. “That means he’ll be a while. Let’s go inside,” she told Palmer. “I’ll show you the inside of the sunroom.”

    Palmer followed her as they crossed the work zone, his gait slow and measured. Cara watched as Palmer walked around the sunroom, his head swinging from left to right to take in the new glass doors, swung wide open to admit the balmy breeze of the mercurial spring weather, the Mexican tile on the floor, the tall green plants and white wicker chairs with cushy, bright blue cushions. She’d decorated the space in clean lines to allow the undistracted eye to seek out the ocean beyond. This view was what the tourists came for, she knew. Twenty years as a successful advertising executive in Chicago had taught her a few lessons.

    “Very nice,” Palmer said after several moments of silence. He crossed his arms and faced her. “Must’ve set you back a few pennies.”

    Cara was disappointed by his lackluster response. “More than pennies,” she replied soberly. “We found some termite damage on the porch and figured why not bite the bullet and build the sunroom we’d wanted to all these years, instead of making do with more repairs? Look how much more space we’ve added. And that’s a sleeper sofa. So we can raise the rent a bit. We figure it’ll all equal out in time.” She shrugged. “Unless we get hit with another hurricane.”

    “Always a possibility.”

    “I know,” she acknowledged ruefully. “With climate change and the sea levels rising, I’ve seen for myself how much beach we lose every year. Of course, that’s the job of the dunes, to protect the inland property. But we’ve never seen the dunes just swept clear away. It’s becoming the new norm.”

    Palmer rolled his eyes and put his hands up in an arresting motion. “Now, let’s not start talking climate change. We always lose some beach, and it always comes back.”

    Cara couldn’t stand his patronizing tone, but didn’t want to get into another round of debate on the reality of climate change with her older brother. It wasn’t worth it, and she only ended up infuriating herself. He’d say the moon was a wheel of cheese if it sold a house. She allowed him the final word.

    “How about some sweet tea? I made a fresh batch for Brett. Put a sprig of mint in it, too. My herbs are up. God, I love spring.”

    She led Palmer from the sunroom into the main house. Here nothing had changed since their youth, save perhaps for there being fewer of the knickknacks, family photographs, and books that her mother had cluttered the house with. Like many women of her generation, the older Lovie had got, the more reluctant she became to throw anything away. Every photo had to be saved, every memento ensconced on a shelf. When Cara inherited the house she’d promptly cleared away the clutter, painted the rooms a soft ocean blue trimmed neatly with clean white, replaced the family oriental rugs with ones made of grass, and selected only a few pieces from her mother’s vast art collection to remain on the walls. But she’d kept the timeless chintz chairs and sofa with their Palm Beachy flowered pattern. The result was a house still filled with her mother’s furniture, art, and most prized possessions, but with a younger, fresher feel.

    “The place looks good, Sister,” Palmer said.

    “Why thanks,” she said, striding with her long legs to the small galley kitchen.

    Here changes had been made as well from when the house had been under Lovie’s purview. Even while her mama was still alive, Cara had repainted the old white wooden cabinets, but over the past few years she’d replaced all the old appliances with gleaming stainless steel ones. She opened the fridge and pulled out the pitcher of tea. Although she’d provided a new set of white dishes for the rentals, she still kept her mother’s old china locked in an out-of-the way cabinet for her own use on the few nights she came here to sleep in her mother’s bed. Cara retrieved a key from the back of a drawer and unlocked the cabinet. Smiling at seeing the mismatched china and crystal her mother had enjoyed using at the beach house, Cara reached for two of the old Waterford cut-crystal tall glasses. She quickly added ice, poured two glasses of tea, and handed one to Palmer. She watched, pleased, as he drank thirstily. When he finished, he released a long, satisfied sigh.

    “Sister mine, you make some good sweet tea. You ought to give the recipe to Julia.”

    “She should already have it. It’s Mama’s recipe. It’s making the syrup first that’s the secret.”

    “Ah,” he said with a sigh of understanding, adding with a sorry shake of his head, “she won’t do it. She’s always adding that fake sweetener to my drinks, telling me I’ve got to lose weight.” He patted his belly. “I don’t need to lose weight. Hell,” he said proudly, “this paunch is a symbol of my prosperity.”

    He laughed, a low, throaty chortle that prompted her to join in even as she inwardly agreed with Julia. Her brother had gained at least fifteen pounds in the last decade, but Cara wasn’t going to be the one to tell him. She suspected Julia told him often enough as it was.

    He took another long swallow from his drink, then smacked his lips, his gaze sweeping the rooms again. “This house isn’t worth putting any more money into.” Palmer turned to face her. His blue eyes shone under brows gathered in concern. “I’ve told you time and time again, the value of this place is in the land.”

    Cara groaned loudly, shaking her head. Here we go, she thought. Their mama had once told her that Palmer was the sort of person who was always hungry for more, in both a literal and a figurative sense. He was never satisfied. Palmer was like their father this way. Palmer had been angry when he’d learned that Mama was leaving Cara the beach house, even though he’d already inherited the big house on Tradd Street and all its expensive contents. But Palmer wanted the beach house, too. Not because he loved it, but because he’d always had big plans for developing the property.

    “Hell, one of these days you’re going to listen. Look at that empty lot out there. It’s a gold mine.”

    “And one of these days you’ll accept that lot can’t be touched,” she fired back. “Russell Bennett left that land in conservation.”

    “We might could get around that,” he said with a dismissive wave. Whenever her brother slipped into the vernacular, she knew he was deep in thought. Palmer looked out at the empty lot in front of them the way Cara looked at the ocean. Where she saw beauty and felt a near-spiritual sense of awakening, he saw dollar signs.

    “It’s got to be the only waterfront lot left on this entire island. Even if you don’t build on it, you’ve got this house with guaranteed views. His eyes were brightening as he got deeper into his sales pitch. “The real estate market has bounced back, and strong. The demand is high. Now’s the time to act.”

    Cara didn’t grace him with a reply. She picked up her glass and turned her head away to look out the window as she sipped her tea.

    Palmer sighed and put his hands on the table. “Okay, okay. I’ll give up the hard sell. But listen to me, Sister. The reason I’m trying to get you to sell the beach house now—aside from the fact that it’s a good idea—is because I’m involved with a new business venture that should reap big profits.”

    He paused and waited for her to look back at him. His eyes gleamed.

    “I’m talking really big. This one investment could put you in high cotton. For life. Now,” he drawled and lifted his palms. “What kind of a brother would I be if I didn’t share the opportunity with my beloved sister?”

    Cara looked at him with thinly veiled interest. “What business venture is this?”

    Palmer leaned in and talked in a lower, more urgent voice as though in secret. “It’s a new housing development.”

    “I thought you just flipped the occasional house. This sounds risky.”

    He shook his head. “No, ma’am. The location is going to explode. It’s all hush-hush until word of the new highway extension is announced. But the inside scoop is that it’s a done deal. I know this town and I’m telling you, I’m all in.”

    Cara listened, chewing her lip. She’d love nothing more than to get in early on a deal like this. Palmer had good contacts that went deep in the city’s politics. The kind that were forged in school days. God knew, she and Brett needed the money. But their financial situation wasn’t such that they could consider big investments.

    “We don’t have any money to invest,” she said. “Frankly, we’re strapped.”

    Palmer leaned back, clearly disappointed. “I’d loan you some. That’s how much I believe in this project. But all my money is already tied up in this deal.”

    “Doesn’t matter,” she said with a hint of annoyance at her situation. “We couldn’t pay you back. Our money’s completely tied up in the business.”

    Palmer turned his head to spear her with a no-nonsense gaze. “So I’m left to wonder . . . why are you wasting good money fixing up this old cottage, when you could make a fortune tearing it down and selling the land.”

    When her brother talked like this, his tone and body language eerily reminded her of their father’s. And a more pugnacious, proud, callous man she’d never met.

    “Palmer, just stop,” she shot back in a tone that brooked no argument.

    A voice broke the sudden, awkward silence. “Palmer, are you still trying to convince Cara to sell this house?”

    Brett stood at the sunroom entrance, a lazy grin on his handsome face. His long arms stretched out as he leaned against the doorframe. The man filled the doorway with his size. His face was flushed from exertion, but Cara immediately recognized the relaxed manner that always came from having finished a tough job to his satisfaction.

    Palmer walked toward his brother-in-law with his hand extended and the two men shook hands warmly. Friends since they’d been surfing buddies in their youth, they’d followed diverging paths as adults when Palmer assumed his role in old Charleston society and Brett, indifferent to the social hierarchy, followed his passion as a boat captain on the sea.

    “Brother, don’t you have any control over your wife?” Palmer asked jovially.

    “Brother,” Brett replied with a slap on Palmer’s back, “don’t you know your sister yet? Nobody has control over her.”

    “At least over her pocketbook.”

    Cara was practically seething, but Brett just laughed. The guy was unflappable, just one of the many reasons she loved him. “She runs the books, did you forget?” Brett stepped to Cara’s side and slipped his arm around her waist, as though sensing she needed the extra comfort. “So what’s up?”

    “I’m trying to convince the little lady that she needs to sell this place before dumping any more money into it.”

    Cara knew he was prodding her, using phrases like “little lady,” knowing they’d find their mark. “It’s our money. Don’t worry about it.”

    “If you get off your high horse and sell the beach house and invest in this deal, you can make a fortune,” Palmer urged. “Hell, even if you don’t do the deal, you’d make a small fortune just selling the house.”

    Brett dropped his arm from Cara and put his hand on his hip and looked at Palmer more attentively.

    “Seriously?”

    “I’m telling you . . .”

    “The market’s that good?” Brett rocked on his heels. “How much could we get for this place? Just a ballpark figure.”

    “Brett,” Cara interjected testily, trying to ward him off the topic.

    “No harm in asking,” Brett said.

    Palmer was like any fisherman who feels the first tug on the line. He rubbed his jaw and took a step closer to Brett. When he spoke, it was in that man-to-man tone that set Cara’s teeth on edge. Palmer didn’t even realize he’d turned his back on Cara.

    Or, more likely, he absolutely did.

    “Hard to be exact. Depends on whether you want to build a house yourself—and you could, you know,” he added in an encouraging tone. “The land alone is worth over a million dollars. The house . . .” He gave the rooms a cursory glance, then sighed. “It’d be considered a teardown.”

    “That’s it,” Cara said sharply. “Don’t even suggest that.”

    “Stop being so sentimental,” Palmer said, and this time his voice wasn’t teasing but more persuasive. “You’re just going to turn down all that money? And for what? You don’t even live in the house! You spend year after year patching the old place up. What for? The measly rent? What are you hanging on to? Mama is dead, God rest her soul. No one misses her more than me. But she isn’t coming back to this house, Cara. She’s never going to see everything you’ve done and tell you she’s proud of you for it. Mama’s gone. You’ve got to face that.”

    Cara swallowed hard. These rooms signified more than a house to her. This house was not just her mother’s touchstone, she realized. It was hers as well. If she sold the beach house, she’d be selling a part of herself. The best part.

    If Palmer had left it at that, peace would have prevailed.

    “Besides, Cara, who are you saving this old beach house for?”

    The pain came so quick and sharp Cara sucked in her breath. She felt Brett’s arm settle on her shoulder with a reassuring squeeze. Palmer was unaware of the dagger he’d thrown. The father of two children, he couldn’t understand her and Brett’s sense of loss. Not having children was their single greatest regret.

    Cara couldn’t stop the anger that sparked from the comment. She stepped out of Brett’s hold toward her brother. At five feet ten inches, Cara was eye-to-eye with her brother. Cara had moved on from her corporate life. Even though in the past ten years she had adopted Brett’s more laid-back lowcountry lifestyle, vestiges of her former ball-busting self still emerged when pushed. Cara stared Palmer down with an icy glare that would have sent shivers through her former colleagues in the boardroom at Leo Burnett.

    “Let me make myself perfectly clear,” Cara said, her voice more strident than she’d intended. She pointed a digit near his face. “This house is not now, nor ever will be, for sale. Got it?” Her rising emotion brought her to a shout. “The beach house is for rent!”

  • Reading Group Guide

    This reading group guide for Beach House for Rent includes an introduction, discussion questions, and ideas for enhancing your book club. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.
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    Introduction

    Two women of different generations are bound together one summer by a very special beach house.

    Since returning to Isle of Palms ten years ago, Cara Rutledge, 50, has settled into a quiet, slower-paced life with Brett, her husband. She finds comfort living close to the beloved home she inherited from her mother—the same home she rents out for the summer to 26-year-old Heather Wyatt.

    Heather is an artist who travels to Isle of Palms to paint shorebirds commissioned by the US Postal Service. Since her mother’s death years earlier, Heather’s anxiety has kept her indoors at her father’s home. But living alone on the island, going out to the beach every day in search of shore birds, feeling the ocean waves at her feet, the sun on her face—and meeting a gentle young man working on the beach house—chip away at her fears and open her up to new possibilities.

    As the summer progresses, these two women’s paths suddenly collide, presenting challenges and opportunities that will change not only the course of their summer, but the rest of their lives.

    Topics & Questions for Discussion

    1. In the first two chapters, we learn of Cara’s young adulthood—particularly, of her troubled past with her family and her late-in-life reconciliation with her mother. Can you relate to Cara’s experiences? Is it ever too late to reconcile with someone after years of absence?

    2. Heather’s anxiety makes her resistant to change. How do you react to changes that occur in your life? Do you understand Heather’s trepidation to move to Isle of Palms for the summer? Is her father’s insistence that Heather move out an example of tough love?

    3. Turning fifty is a milestone that stirs up lots of emotions for Cara. She’s searching for the passion that she feels is missing in her life—and which she sees in Heather. After years of putting aside her dreams, she doubts whether she can find it again. Discuss how her infertility struggles and working for Brett’s business prevented her from exploring her own career interests. Is Cara experiencing a midlife crisis? Has a milestone birthday or event ever made you reassess your plans? How important is it to continue pursuing your passions amidst the challenges of our daily lives?

    4. Heather is very attached to her canaries. She says her mother’s pet canary “saved her” after her mother passed (p. 71). Discuss how animals can offer stability and love to their owners in times of need Do you have any pets that help you through changes in your life?

    5. Heather claims she felt the presence of Cara’s mother, Olivia Rutledge, on her first night at the beach house. Do you believe this could happen? What do you make of Cara’s reaction? Is she jealous, as Brett suggested, or does her response run deeper?

    6. Cara’s connection to her mother is closely tied to her involvement with sea turtles. Discuss the impact of the pivotal scene on the beach when Cara witnesses the mother sea turtle come ashore.

    7. “Her fear kept her as caged as her canaries. The glass windows were no different than their metal bars” (p. 128). Describe Heather’s struggles with anxiety. How does it affect her? What steps does she take to overcome her fears? Do you suffer from anxiety or know someone who does? How do you, or they, handle it?

    8. Mary Alice Monroe often writes about the disconnect many people feel with nature. Heather is cut off from nature by her anxiety. Is this fear of going outdoors to experience nature or the wild common today? Discuss the metaphor of Heather’s mental cage and whether you think many people are also trapped indoors or are shut-ins.

    9. Primrose Cottage (the beach house) is beloved by both women, but for different reasons. What does the house symbolize to each of them? Do you have a place that represents something special to you, too? How does the beach house setting influence the course of events in the novel?

    10. Trauma and grief are major themes in this novel. Consider Cara’s and Heather’s experiences with death. How did they each come to terms with their loss? Discuss the methods they use to help each other. Do they ever come to a place of healing?

    11. Navigating a romantic relationship is anxious territory for Heather. How does her anxiety interfere with developing any relationship? Discuss how common the negative voices in our heads are when we feel vulnerable or faced with confrontation. Do you have a worry stone?

    12. The novel is rich with descriptions of nature and its healing powers. Heather quickly becomes enchanted by the island’s beauty after settling into her new beach rental. “Suddenly the path opened up, and she stood before the vast vista of sea and sky as dawn broke around her. Great shafts of rosy light spread across the gray sky. The beach below, washed clean by the tide, shimmered in the pearly tints of the sunrise” (p. 134). How is nature a source of strength for Heather, or to other characters in the novel? Is there a particular scene or passage that stood out for you? Does nature play a role in your life?

    13. Discuss the structure of the novel. Cara’s and Heather’s stories approached the themes of grief, anxiety, and passion from different viewpoints, allowing varying perspectives of age and experience. What parts of their past helped you better understand their present selves? Who did you relate to more?

    14. Cara believes that when she moved back to Isle of Palms ten years ago to care for her mother “she could see that thinking of another person made her open up and heal herself” (p. 210). Acknowledging this, how can Cara heal herself once more? Is moving back to the beach house the best way to mend her grief? Do you think her plan is inconsiderate to Heather? What would you do if you were Cara? What do you make of the two women’s resolution?

    15. Beach House for Rent is set against the backdrop of shorebirds. Monroe introduces readers to different species and the threats. When you go to your favorite beach, how will this novel influence your appreciation as well as your actions? Discuss the birds in your area. How many species can you name? How can you help protect them?

    Enhance Your Book Club

    1. Incorporate art into your next book club meeting! If you live near an ocean or park, go with your book club members to paint or draw some of nature’s treasures. You could also venture to a Paint and Sip class for a more organized (and instructional) group activity.

    2. Visit Isle of Palms! The wonder and peaceful beauty of this southern beach destination comes to life through the pages of Beach House for Rent. Plan a summer vacation with your family or friends to explore the island’s exquisite beaches and charming town.

    3. Read The Summer Girls, the first book in Mary Alice Monroe’s Lowcountry Summer series, for your next book club meeting. And to find more books by Mary Alice Monroe, visit http://maryalicemonroe.com/.

    4. Beach House for Rent can be read alone, but it is also the fourth book in the Beach House series. To go back and read more of the Rutledge family of Charleston read Mary Alice Monroe’s The Beach House, Beach House Memories, and Swimming Lessons.

    5. Beach House for Rent offers a glimpse into the life of someone struggling with social anxiety. What have you learned about social anxiety from reading the novel? Discuss with your book club. To learn more about anxiety, visit the Anxiety and Depression Association of America’s website at https://www.adaa.org/.

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    Beach House for Rent 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 37 reviews.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Excellent Read! Difficult to put down once you read The first words . Mary Alice Monroe hits the nail in the head with her illustrations and beautiful language. I hated for the book to end.......
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I've become so vested in the lives of these characters. I think of the Rutledges often and wonder what they are doing and how they are. Just as if they were family. They've stayed with me over the years . This story had a plot twist that I never saw coming . Heartbreaking and heartwarming all at once . Couldn't have loved it more !
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I ordered 2 more by the same author based on this book.
    Anonymous 5 months ago
    I had purchased the series last summer but after a book signing in May of Beach House Reunion I had decided to read the the whole series thus summer. I have enjoyed reading them one after the other & will start the last book tonight.
    Holly More than 1 year ago
    Beach House For Rent is the 4th book in the Beach House series! When Cara Rutledge rents out her beach house on Isle of Palms for the entire Summer to Heather Wyatt, it's a total win-win situation for everyone involve. Cara gets to help generate income for her husband, Brett's boat business afloat for the Summer and Heather has a quiet space to work on her paintings that she has been commissioned for future postage stamps. All it takes is one moment for Cara's world to come crashing down around her and with the tragedy, comes unexpected bills that will only be solved with selling everything including her beloved beach house. As Heather learns to be independent from her family after a tragedy that made her not want to have anything to do with the outside world, it takes a simple southern man to make her want to come out of her shell. Everything leads to Cara and Heather sharing the beach house and discovering how far they will go for each other and how their broken wings will allow them to soar in a bittersweet ending of a story! The way that Mary Alice Monroe knows how to draw you in to the story is truly remarkable and this story made you feel that you were right beside Cara and Heather during all their struggles. It was cool to have little snippets of the endangered birds in the area of this book and having Cara help with the turtles just made this book even better! Even though this is the 4th book in this series, you so don't feel the need to have to read the other 3 books without understanding what is going on in this book. Having lived out in Isle of Palms and the Charleston area, reading a book like this kinda makes you homesick for an area that you love and you could totally understand where these characters are during certain times which makes this book a great read for myself! Thank You to Mary Alice Monroe for writing a great book in a series that makes you wished that you were on the beach on Isle of Palms, reading this book!! I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book from NetGalley!
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    Donna More than 1 year ago
    This is one of the best books I have read. You will feel like you are at the beach and fall in love with Cara and Heather. Be prepared to stay p all night because you will not want to put this book down!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Once again this author writes about people that you will fall in love with. Enjoyed every moment reading this and I highly recommend it. You will not be disappointed.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Very real .
    Ariesgrl More than 1 year ago
    Cara Rutledge is a survivor, just like her family’s historic beach house. Cara has fond memories from her childhood, thanks to this house. When she decides to rent her place out for the summer, she is introduced to a young, shy artist. Heather Wyatt has battled anxiety for years. She prefers to stay indoors, in the quiet, with her birds. Since she was hired to create new postage stamps for the post office, she hopes to find inspiration on the island. As the shorebirds arrive and the women are forced to deal with life’s adventures and disasters, an unlikely friendship is formed. However, what will happen at the end of the summer? Mary Alice Monroe weaves a poignant tale of nature and human relationships. This beach read covers topics of anxiety, grief, friendship, and love. The parallels between the rescuing and healing process of the shorebirds and the women themselves, is strengthened by the fact that this book is broken down into four sections. Healing is a unique process for everyone, and readers will appreciate the author’s ability to represent these differences. Beach House for Rent is a beautiful novel for readers who love the Lowcountry. Notes: I signed up to review this book. This review was originally posted on the Ariesgrl Book Reviews website.
    Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
    This was a decent read. I don't quite feel that it was the author's best, but it was okay for me. Throughout the whole book, I didn't get the beach read feel. Both of the main characters were experiencing loss or were just sad. It was kind of a downer for me with that going on. It just wasn't as upbeat as most beach reads. It was very different. A good read, just not what I expected. Thanks to Gallery, Threshold, Pocket Books and Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest, unbiased review.
    toesinsandbookinhand More than 1 year ago
    I received an ARC (advanced reader copy) of this book from the publisher via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. Cara Rutledge is a 50 year old woman who is happily married to the love of her life, but she feels that something is missing. Once an advertising agent known for her take no prisoners attitude, she has settled way down in a small beach town in the Carolinas. When one event upturns her entire world she starts to question who she is and what her purpose in life is. Going home to her mother’s beach house seems to be the only answer but it has a tenant for the rest of the summer. Heather Wyatt is in her early twenties but not without issues of her own. After a horrible car accident took the life of her mother, but spared her 8 years earlier, she is still trying to get over the grief. Having social anxiety doesn’t help either. An up and coming artist who just landed a commission from the USPS to design a shore birds stamp, Heather’s father has rented Primrose, a beach house on the Isle of Palms, for her to do her painting. What Heather doesn’t realize is that the beach house will serve as more than a temporary home. It will be her saving grace. I loved all of the characters in this story. It was funny and at times sad read but definitely kept me turning the pages. I wished so many times that I was staring out at the ocean while reading this. It’s the kind of book that just brings you back down to earth and makes you stop and appreciate the little things.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Couldn't put the book
    MicheleG7 More than 1 year ago
    I was given the opportunity to be an ARTIST for writing an honest review on BEACH HOUSE FOR RENT / Mary Alice Monroe Beach House for Rent ,is we all agree ,a perfect summertime read ... Full of laughter ,heartache,secrets loyalty and courage . MAM writes a poignant story about power of family and connection you won't forget . I love her books ,because each one especially this one ,gets all the emotional details into this warmhearted story , ( yes there is some sizzle in this book ) from love and loss to understanding and appreciating her dedication to the EcoSystem and why we need to respect nature and life . These are the kind of Characters you hate to leave behind when you finish the last page Sent from my iPad I rate this a 5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ I received this product in exchange for my honest review. Yes Sent from my iPad
    KKAbsherWrites More than 1 year ago
    I first fell in love with Mary Alice Monroe and her fabulous books when I read The Beach House. If you haven't read a Mary Alice Monroe book, you are in for a treat! You can read this book as a standalone or read The Beach House and then read this one as it follows the characters 10 years later. I do not post spoilers in my reviews as I don't think that's fair to any potential readers. You won't be disappointed adding this one to your list of summer reads. Even better, come visit the SC Lowcountry and bring this or one of her many books along. I was given an advanced reader copy of this book in exchange for my honest review, which I have left above.
    Fredreeca2001 More than 1 year ago
    Cara decides to rent out her mother’s beach house on the Isle of Palms. To be honest, she needs the money. Cara and her husband are in debt and need some relief. Heather is an introvert and needs a place to paint for her latest commission. It’s a win-win situation, until it’s not! This is a sequel to The Beach House. I do recommend reading that one first, just so you can understand Cara and her attachment to the beach house a little better. To me, Beach House for Rent is not quite as good as the first book. I had a difficult time relating to Heather. She came off as more spoiled than damaged! She is an introvert(which I totally relate to) but she has major insecurity. However, I didn’t feel very much empathy for her. I do not know if the writing did not take me there or if it was my hold up…probably me. She did not get better as the book moved along. Just because I didn’t like Heather does not mean I did not like the book. The story develops a major twist and this affects Cara’s life. She moves back into the beach house with Heather. This is where the story becomes what it was meant to be! What is it about MAM’s books? They are so calming. It is like coming home. Her settings are so charming and the stories surrounding these settings just keep you coming back for more!
    BeachRead245 More than 1 year ago
    Tiger7686 More than 1 year ago
    Beach House for Rent delivers a powerful story with multiple meaningful messages. The author's love for the SC Lowcountry and for increasing awareness of environmental issues continue to provide a compelling backdrop for her stories about strong southern women. And as is typical of Mary Alice Monroe novels, the storyline is never predictable. She interjects the raw human emotions of love and loss into this story, and gives us an insightful look into understanding social anxiety which can sometimes be debilitating. And I love the subtle references to old friends from previous books. If you are a MAM fan, you will welcome the connections. In her latest book, MAM captures beautifully the intricate, intimate relationships and friendships between women across generations. We are introduced to 2 women who have lost their mothers and are each struggling to come to grips with that loss. Intricately woven into this poignant story of the developing friendship between these women is the factual information on the declining shore bird numbers in the Lowcountry of South Carolina and the things impacting those numbers. Beach House for Rent is a definite must read for 2017!
    Glen7297 More than 1 year ago
    The author of 21 books, Mary Alice Monroe continues to deliver characters we love and stories we crave. “Beach House for Rent” is the 4th in the Beach House Series and we revisit Cara Rutledge, her husband, Brett, as well as other beloved characters on the Isle of Palms. To her many loyal readers, each book is like a reunion with old friends. If you are new to Mary Alice Monroe, you have many happy hours of page turning ahead. Lucky you. The setting is Cara’s oceanfront cottage on the Isle of Palms. Close to her heart and far more than just a house, Cara inherited the cottage, named Primrose, from her mother, Lovie. The long-cherished beach house is filled with warm memories which serve to ground Cara when work and life careen out of control, soothing her soul, healing her heart. In “Beach House for Rent”, Cara rents her home to a young woman, an artist in need of precisely such a place. This latest work continues the satisfying tradition of Monroe’s southern fiction stories about contemporary women and the coastal environment. During one life-changing summer, Cara and her young renter find they have much in common and form a bond of friendship with each other and a very special beach house. Mary Alice Monroe sets herself apart among southern fiction authors by weaving real time conservation issues and solutions into the fabric of the plot. Previous books have focused on the plight of sea turtles on South Carolina’s barrier islands, bottle-nosed dolphins, Monarch butterflies and more. In this latest novel, she shines a light on the problems faced by shore birds of the southeastern coast and how the irresponsible littering of our oceans and beaches is causing great harm to these beautiful birds. Monroe does all this without preaching or politicizing. Her readers learn about wildlife and conservation issues and want to help, volunteer initiatives are created and progress continues to be made. Monroe is much more than a writer. She is a game changer.   The word is this is the last book in the Beach House series. Of course, her loyal readers wish these stories would never end but we can be assured whatever Mary Alice Monroe has planned next will be full of new characters that feel like old friends and we will all be signing up to lend a helping hand.
    Amanda_Earnhardt More than 1 year ago
    Cara Rutledge is 50 years old and loves her husband, Brett, but feels unfulfilled without a career or passion in her life. She decides to rent her quaint old beach house in Isle of Palms, S.C. because she and Brett are experiencing financial difficulties. Heather Fordham is 26 years old, agoraphobic, and has suffered from social anxiety since the tragic death of her mother when Heather was a small child. Heather still lives with her father who pushes her from the nest by renting Cara's beach cottage for the summer. Heather plans to study and paint pictures of shorebirds and seabirds to fulfill a commission for US Postal Service stamps. Sparks fly when Heather meets Bo, a local handyman who very patiently attempts to draw Heather out of her shell. A tragedy occurs, and Cara demands to return to her beloved beach house. Heather refuses to leave, an argument ensues, but then Heather asks Cara to room with her. After some awkwardness, an unlikely friendship and bond develop. Mary Alice Monroe is a gifted storyteller and weaves the themes of wildlife and ocean conservation, grief, social anxiety, romance, love, friendship, and resilience into this heartwarming novel. As with all of MAM's books, I enjoyed learning about nature, wildlife, and conservation. In this book the emphasis is on shorebirds, seabirds, canaries, and birds of prey. I didn't want this book to end, and I highly recommend it.
    astev21778 More than 1 year ago
    I was given an ARC in exchange for my honest review. What a wonderful story! As with the first three books in this series, I had all "the feels". This would make a perfect beach/pool read, book club selection, and a great book to read along with your sisters and girl friends. I highly recommend to fans of Dorthea Benton Frank, Elin Hilderbrand and Barbara Delinsky.
    Barbara27 More than 1 year ago
    Once again Mary Alice Monroe has captured the beauty of the Low Country. BEACH HOUSE for RENT is the final book in a 3-book series. Mary Alice captures your attention by eloquently describing the challenges of the sea, the beauty of the landscape, and the dynamics and obstacles of life. It takes place on the Isle of Palms, SC. Promise Cottage is a survivor, just like its occupants over the last 85 years--Olivia, Cara and now Heather, who suffers from social anxiety. Expect to be captivated!
    nmkey More than 1 year ago
    MAM Magic! This book is captivating from beginning to end. Mary Alice is able to paint the characters so vividly with her words that you feel like you're at the beach house and with the shore birds. Thanks, Mary Alice, for another winner!
    BevAnt More than 1 year ago
    Author extraordinaire, Mary Alice Monroe, much anticipated 4th novel of the Beach House Series, Beach House for Rent, I promise you won't be able to put this novel down, so sit back and get comfortable with your sweet tea, add a sprig of mint and enjoy! Author Monroe's return to the Isle of Palms, The Beach House, better know as Primrose Cottage or Lovie's Beach House has withstood Mother Nature for 85 years and has become a healing of the soul sanctuary of sorts for the Rutledge family and now newest resident and Mistress of Primrose Cottage, Cara Rutledge. Mary Alice Monroe tells a magnificent novel that parallels life's many struggles that we all encounter. How canaries without song learn to sing again, as well as Author Monroe's beloved loggerhead turtles, their life habits, struggles and yet lessons to mankind we can and should learn from. As a Conservationist, Author Mary Alice Monroe shows us through her own personal commitment that by helping our marine life whether as a Turtle Lady or simply showing respect to our marine life by not littering our beaches, water and yes contributing wherever we can. Additionally Author Monroe teaches us through her writings that loss, hope, passion, faith, laughter and friendship are there for us, ground us, surround us and lift us up to shine our light unto to the world. Friends and fellow readers, please come home to the beautiful Isle of Palms, let Author Monroe take you on a healing journey of lives reawakening with hope, friendship and purpose. I quote from Beach House to Rent, "No more sorrow or regret. Take heart a new day is beginning." (less)