#1 New York Times bestselling author Susan Wiggs sweeps readers away to a sun-drenched summer on the shores of Willow Lake in a stunning tale of the delicate ties that bind a family together
and the secrets that tear them apart
When caregiver Faith McCallum arrives at the enchanted lakeside estate of Avalon's renowned Bellamy family, she's intent on rebuilding her shattered life and giving her two daughters a chance at a better future. But she faces a formidable challenge in the form of her stubborn and difficult new employer, Alice Bellamy. While Faith proves a worthy match for her sharp-tongued client, she often finds herself at a loss for words in the presence of Mason BellamyAlice's charismatic son, who clearly longs to escape the family mansion and return to his fast-paced, exciting life in Manhattan and his beautiful, jet-setting fiancée.
The last place Mason wants to be is a remote town in the Catskills, far from his life in the city, and Faith McCallum is supposed to be the key to his escape. Hiring the gentle-hearted yet strong-willed caregiver as a live-in nurse gives his mother companionship and Mason the freedom to return to his no-attachments routine. For Faith, it means stability for her daughters and a much-needed new home. When Faith makes a chilling discovery about Alice's accident, Mason is forced to reconsider his desire to keep everyone, including his mother, at a distance. Now he finds himself wondering if the supercharged life he's created for himself is what he truly wants and whether exploring his past might lead to a new lifeand lasting loveon the tranquil shores of Willow Lake.
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Mason Bellamy stared up at the face of the mountain that had killed his father. The mountain's name was innocent enough Cloud Piercer. The rich afternoon light of the New Zealand winter cast a spell over the moment. Snow-clad slopes glowed with the impossible pink and amethyst of a rare jewel. The stunning backdrop of the Southern Alps created a panorama of craggy peaks, veined with granite and glacial ice, against a sky so clear it caused the eyes to smart.
The bony, white structure of a cell phone tower, its discs grabbing signals from outer space, rose from a nearby peak. The only other intrusions into the natural beauty were located at the top of the slopea black-and-yellow gate marked Experts Only and a round dial designating Avalanche Danger: Moderate.
He wondered if someone came all the way up here each day to move the needle on the dial. Maybe his father had wondered the same thing last year. Maybe it had been the last thought to go through his head before he was buried by two hundred thousand cubic meters of snow.
According to witnesses in the town near the base of the mountain, it had been a dry snow avalanche with a powder cloud that had been visible to any resident of Hillside Township who happened to look up. The incident report stated that there had been a delay before the noise came. Then everyone for miles around had heard the sonic boom.
The Maori in the region had legends about this mountain. The natives respected its threatening beauty as well as its lethal nature, their myths filled with cautionary tales of humans being swallowed to appease the gods. For generations, the lofty crag, with its year-round cloak of snow, had challenged the world's most adventurous skiers, and its gleaming north face had been Trevor Bellamy's favorite run. It had also been his final run.
Trevor's final wish, spelled out in his last will and testament, had brought Mason halfway around the world, and down into the Southern Hemisphere's winter. At the moment he felt anything but cold. He unzipped his parka, having worked up a major sweat climbing to the peak. This run was accessible only to those willing to be helicoptered to a landing pad at three thousand meters, and then to climb another few hundred meters on allterrain skis outfitted with nonslip skins. He removed his skis and peeled the Velcro-like skins from the underside, carefully stowing the gear in his backpack. Then he studied the mountain's face again and felt a sweet rush of adrenaline.
When it came to skiing in dangerous places, he was his father's son.
A rhythmic sliding sound drew Mason's attention to the trail he'd just climbed. He glanced over and lifted his ski pole in a wave. "Over here, bro."
Adam Bellamy came over the crest of the trail, shading his eyes against the afternoon light. "You said you'd kick my ass, and you did," he called. His voice echoed across the empty, frozen terrain.
Mason grinned at his younger brother. "I'm a man of my word. But look at you. You haven't even broken a sweat."
"Mets. We get tested for metabolic conditioning every three months for work." Adam was a firefighter, built to haul eighty pounds of gear up multiple flights of stairs.
"Cool. My only conditioning program involves running to catch the subway."
"The tough life of an international financier," said Adam. "Hold everything while I get out my tiny violin."
"Who says I'm complaining?" Mason took off his goggles to apply some defogger. "Is Ivy close? Or did our little sister stop to hire a team of mountain guides to carry her up the hill so she doesn't have to climb it on her skis?"
"She's close enough to hear you," said Ivy, appearing at the top of the ridge. "And aren't the guides on strike?" She wore a dazzling turquoise parka and white ski pants, Gucci sunglasses and white leather gloves. Her blond hair was wild and windtossed, streaming from beneath her helmet.
Mason flashed on an image of their mother. Ivy looked so much like her. He felt a lurch of guilt when he thought about Alice Bellamy. Her last ski run had been right here on this mountain face, too. But unlike Trevor, she had survived. Although some would say that what had happened to her was worse than dying.
Ivy slogged over to her brothers on her AT skis. "Listen, you two. I want to go on record to say that when I leave these earthly bonds, I will not require my adult children to risk their lives in order to scatter my remains. Just leave my ashes on the jewelry counter at Neiman Marcus. I'd be fine with that."
"Make sure you put your request in writing," Mason said.
"How do you know I haven't already?" She gestured at Adam. "Help me get these skins off, will you?" She lifted each ski in turn, planting them upright in the snow.
Adam expertly peeled the fabric skins from the bottoms of her skis, then removed his own, stuffing them into his backpack. "It's crazy steep, just the way Dad used to describe it."
"Chicken?" asked Ivy, fastening the chin strap of her crash helmet.
"Have you ever known me to shy away from a ski run?" Adam asked. "I'm going to take it easy, though. No crazy tricks."
The three of them stood gazing at the beautiful slope, now a perfect picture of serenity in the late-afternoon glow. It was the first time any of them had come to this particular spot. As a family, they had skied together in many places, but not here. This particular mountain had been the special domain of their father and mother alone.
They were lined up in birth orderMason, the firstborn, the one who knew their father best. Adam, three years younger, had been closest to Trevor. Ivy, still in her twenties, was the quintessential baby of the familyadored, entitled, seemingly fragile, yet with the heart of a lioness. She had owned their father's affections as surely as the sun owns the dawn, in the way only a daughter can.
Mason wondered if his siblings would ever learn the things about their father that he knew. And if they did, would it change the way they felt about him?
They stood together, their collective silence as powerful as any conversation they might have had.
"It's incredible," Ivy said after a long pause. "The pictures didn't do it justice. Maybe Dad's last request wasn't so nutty, after all. This might be the prettiest mountain ever, and I get to see it with my two best guys." Then she sighed. "I wish Mom could be here."
"I'll get the whole thing on camera," Adam said. "We can all watch it together when we get back to Avalon next week."
A year after the accident, their mother was adjusting to a new life in a new placea small Catskills town on the shores of Willow Lake. Mason was pretty sure it wasn't the life Alice Bellamy had imagined for herself.
"Do you have him?" Adam asked.
Mason slapped his forehead. "Damn, I forgot. Why don't the two of you wait right here while I ski to the bottom, grab the ashes, helicopter back up to the rendezvous and make the final climb again?"
"Very funny," said Adam.
"Of course I have him." Mason shrugged out of his backpack and dug inside. He pulled out an object bundled in a navy blue bandanna. He unwrapped it and handed the bandanna to Adam.
"A beer stein?" asked Ivy.
"It was all I could find," said Mason. The stein was classic kitsch, acquired at a frat party during Mason's college days. There was a scene with a laughing Falstaff painted on the sides, and the mug had a hinged lid made of pewter. "The damned urn they delivered him in was huge. No way would it fit in my luggage."
He didn't explain to his sister and brother that a good half of the ashes had ended up on the living room floor of his Manhattan apartment. Getting Trevor Bellamy from the urn to the beer stein had been trickier than Mason had thought. Slightly freaked out by the idea of his father embedded in his carpet fibers, he had vacuumed up the spilled ashes, wincing at the sound of the larger bits being sucked into the bag.
Then he'd felt bad about emptying the vacuum bag down the garbage chute, so he'd gone out on the balcony and sprinkled the remains over Avenue of the Americas. There had been a breeze that day, and his fussiest neighbor in the high-rise co-op had stuck her head out, shaking her fist and threatening to call the super to report the transgression. Most of the ashes blew back onto the balcony, and Mason ended up waiting until the wind died down; then he'd swept the area with a broom.
So only half of Trevor Bellamy had made it into the beer stein. That was appropriate, Mason decided. Their father had been only half there while he was alive, too.
"This is cool with me," said Adam. "Dad always did like his beer."
Mason held the mug high, its silhouette stark against the deepening light of the afternoon sky.
"Ein prosit" said Adam.
"Salut," Mason said, in the French their father had spoken like a native.
"Cin cin." Ivy, the artist in the family, favored Italian.
"Take your protein pills and put your helmet on," Mason said, riffing on the David Bowie song. "Let's do this thing."
Ivy lowered her sunglasses over her eyes. "Mom loves skiing so much. It's so sad that she'll never ski again."
"I'll film it so she can watch." Adam took off one glove with his teeth and reached up to switch on the Go Pro camera affixed to the top of his helmet.
"Should we say a few words?" asked Ivy.
"If I say no, will that stop you?" Mason removed the duct tape from the lid of the beer stein.
Ivy stuck out her tongue at him, shifting into bratty-sister mode. Then she looked up at Adam and spoke to the camera. "Hey, Mom. We were just wishing you could be here with us to say goodbye to Daddy. We all made it to the summit of Cloud Piercer, just like he wanted. It's kind of surreal, finding winter here when the summer is just beginning where you are, at Willow Lake. It feels somehow like I don't know like we're unstuck in time."
Ivy's voice wavered with emotion. "Anyway, so here I am with my two big brothers. Daddy always loved it when the three of us were together, skiing and having fun."
Adam moved his head to let the camera record the majestic scenery all around them. The sculpted crags of the Southern Alps, which ran the entire length of New Zealand's south island, were sharply silhouetted against the sky. Mason wondered what the day had been like when his parents had skied this mountain, their last run together. Was the sky so blue that it hurt the eyes? Did the sharp cold air stab their lungs? Was the silence this deep? Had there been any inkling that the entire face of the mountain was about to bury them?
"Are we ready?" he asked.
Adam and Ivy nodded. He studied his little sister's face, now soft with the sadness of missing her father. She'd had a special closeness with him, and she'd taken his death hardmaybe even harder than their mother had.
"Who's going first?" asked Adam.
"It can't be me," said Mason. "You, um, don't want to get caught in the blowback, if you know what I mean." He gestured with the beer stein.
"Oh, right," said Ivy. "You go last, then."
Adam twisted the camera so it faced uphill. "Let's take it one at a time, okay? So we don't cause another avalanche."
It was a known safety procedure that in an avalanche zone, only one person at a time should go down the mountain. Mason wondered if his father had been aware of the precaution. He wondered if his father had violated the rule. He doubted he would ever ask his mother for a detail like that. Whatever had happened on this mountain a year ago couldn't be changed now.
Ivy took off her shades, leaned over and kissed the beer stein. "Bye, Daddy. Fly into eternity, okay? But don't forget how much you were loved here on earth. I'll keep you safe in my heart." She started to cry. "I thought I'd used up all my tears, but I guess not. I'll always shed a tear for you, Daddy."
Adam waggled his gloved fingers in front of the camera. "Yo, Dad. You were the best. I couldn't have asked for anything more. Except for more time with you. Later, dude."
Each one of them had known a different Trevor Bellamy. Mason could only wish the father he'd known was the one who had inspired Ivy's tenderness and loyalty or Adam's hero worship. Mason knew another side to their father, but he would never be the one to shatter his siblings' memories.
Adam pushed through the warning gate and started down the mountain, the camera on his helmet rolling.
Ivy waited, then followed at a safe distance behind. Thanks to Adam, the cautious one of the three, each of them wore gear equipped with beacons and avalanche airbags, designed to detonate automatically in the event of a slide.
Their mother had been wearing one the day of the incident. Their father had not.
Adam skied with competence and control, navigating the steep slope with ease and carving a sinuous curve in the untouched powder. Ivy followed gracefully, turning his S-curves into a double-helix pattern.
The lightest of breezes stirred the icy air. Mason decided he had worked too hard to climb the damned mountain only to take the conservative route down. Always the most reckless of the three, he decided to take the slope the way his father probably had, with joyous abandon.
"Here goes," he said to the clear, empty air, and he thumbed open the lid of the beer stein. The cold air must have weakened the pottery, because a shard broke loose, cutting through his glove and slicing into his thumb. Ouch. He ignored the cut and focused on the task at hand.
Did any essence of their father remain? Was Trevor Bellamy's spirit somehow trapped within the humble-looking detritus, waiting to be set free on the mountaintop?
He had lived his life. Left a legacy of secrets behind. He'd paid the ultimate price for his freedom, leaving his burden on someone else's shouldersMason's.
"Godspeed, Dad," he said. With his ski poles in one hand and the beer stein in the other, he raised his arm high and plunged down the steep slope, leaning into a controlled fall. Just for a moment, he heard his father's voice: Lean into the fear, son. That's where the power comes from. The words drifted to him from a long-ago time when everything had been simple, when his dad had simply been Dad, coaching him down the mountain, shouting with unabashed joy when Mason conquered a steep slope. That was probably why Mason favored adrenaline-fueled sports that involved teetering on the edge between terror and triumph.
The ashes created a cloud in his wake, rising on an updraft of wind and dispersing across the face of Trevor's beloved, deadly mountain.
The things we love most can kill us. Mason might have heard the saying somewhere. Or he had just made it up.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Starlight on Willow Lake is an exceptional addition to this series. Mason and Faith's journey to happily ever after was sweet and heartwarming. They were two people who were defined by events of their youth having a hard time recognizing love when it came knocking who eventually embraced their destiny. Susan Wiggs has a talent for weaving an awesome tale. She wrote a beautiful love story that was interesting and well written without a lot of steamy love scenes. And it's always fun to return to Willow Lake and visit with familiar characters. Can't wait for the next in Lakeshore Chronicles installment.
Great book. Great series
This book is exceptional. I love the banter between the girls and Alice, the realness of the situations and of course, the beautiful setting of Avalon. The entire series is wonderful and this is one of the best in the series. I can't wait to read about Adam, Ivy and Simon next.
Great on of the better ones in the series.
Wonderful story of family.
Can't wait to hear Adam ,ivy,and Simons stories !!!
A wonderful touching read
Check out the full review at Kritters Ramblings My second book that I have read from the Lakeshore Chronicles and now I am really wanting to go back and start at book one. This book I am reviewing today is book 11, and I have read book 9, so still have a lot of catching up! This book felt like a stand alone most of the time, but I could tell that there was some back story that I was missing on, but it didn't ruin the read for me. The Bellamy family is dealt a crisis with a father dying and a mother left confined to a wheelchair so the three child return home to get their mother in a good place and to spread their father's ashes. Faith McCallum is a nurse who has been out of work for a while and her and her two girls are at the end of their line until the perfect job falls in their lap.
Faith McCallum is a single mom to two girls, Cara and Ruby. Faith's husband Dennis died six years ago and left behind a mountain of debt, mostly in medical bills. Faith does her best to make ends meet as an LPN caregiver to private clients, but they are about to be evicted. Financier Mason Bellamy is looking to hire a caregiver for his mother, who became a quadriplegic after being trapped in an avalanche that killed her husband. Alice Bellamy moved from Manhattan to the family's country house in Avalon, and has gone through a succession of live-in caregivers. Faith responds to Mason's online ad and sees this job as an answer to her prayers. Faith, Cara and Ruby move into the Bellamy's spacious lakefront home and Faith can't believe that her luck has changed. Alice is angry that the accident has taken away much of what she loved. She was an athletic, adventurous woman and now she was confined to a wheelchair. It was the loss of independence and privacy that hurt her the most, something a self-reliant woman like Alice found difficult to face. While Alice held most people at arms' length, she took a shine to Cara and Ruby. She liked that the girls spoke openly and honestly to her, and getting to know them gave her something else to focus on. Although Mason lives in Manhattan, he moves to Avalon for the summer at Faith's request. She feels that Alice needs to have not only a staff to care for her, but she needs her son as well. Faith has had a difficult life, losing her mom and husband to early chronic illnesses and she has devoted her life to her daughters. But Mason has awakened feelings in her that she thought were dormant. Although Mason is engaged to Regina, a woman he works with who is as stylish, wealthy and career-driven as he is, he feels drawn to Faith. What I liked about Starlight on Willow Lake is that through Faith we see the plight of the working poor, a growing demographic in society. Faith works hard, but getting out from under crushing debt is nearly insurmountable. Cara understands their situation, and so she puts off her dreams of going to college because she doesn't want her mother to worry about paying for college. There are probably many people out there who feel like that. There are many well written scenes in the book, but I most enjoyed the scenes of Alice bonding with the girls. Alice is a tough cookie, but the girls see through her rough exterior and speak to her honestly, as only children can. I also loved the little shout-out to Wegmans (although there is no Wegmans near Ulster County, because if there was I would be able to hear my sister-in-law squealing with joy all the way here in NYC). I'm guessing that Susan Wiggs may know the Rochester area a bit because she also mentions Rochester as being represented in a college night program. The characters in Starlight on Willow Lake are well-drawn and the storyline is intriguing. This book is part of Wiggs' Lakeshore Chronicles, and since it is mentioned that there are many members of the extended Bellamy family, I'm guessing the other books feature them. I will be looking for the rest of the series.
Beautifully written novel about life and family, finding yourself and your strength, and having the courage to face your fears. This is not a romance novel, even though there's a thought, at the background, of a romantic love that develops between Faith and Mason. But that doesn't hold the center stage of the story, just a couple percent towards the end of the novel. But there is lots of love in the story, love between siblings, mother and children, between husband and wife, and friends. The characters are well developed, they all are in somewhat of a crossroads in their lives, trying to find their place, a new meaning for their lives. The road they take is not easy, the pain and hurt from the past catches up, but together they find a way to heal, built a new relationships that were broken, and find a peace within their lives. The little family that is forming on the Willow Lake, part of the blood, part of the heart, is supportive of each other, they are instruments of the healing for each other, both of their heart and body. Many of them are getting a voice in the story, tell their part with their point of view, adding more nuances and layers to the tale. It is engaging and captivating story from the start, keeping its allure to the end. This book is part of a series, but can be easily read as a stand alone novel. This story reminded me of the family saga's I read growing up. There are marriages, death, start of new, there are secrets, and drama, but under all, the main current is the love and respect for each other, and the shared paths in a lifetime. A beautiful, memorable story of life as it happens ~ Four Spoons and a teaspoon on the side
I don't see this story as a romance. Yes, it has that aspect in it because of the attraction between Mason and Faith but this story is about so much more than just their relationship. It's about family, grieving, moving on, and seeing your worth when fate changes your circumstances. Alice was, by far, my favorite character. Bitter and angry, she lashed out at everyone and anyone because of what's happened to her. An accident stole her husband, confined her to a wheelchair and left her unable to see the lighter side of life. She was seemingly content to wallow in her misery, driving everyone away simply because she could, until Faith and her daughters came along. I realize that none of that paragraph makes Alice appealing to some but it did to me because it was real. I haven't suffered the losses she did but bitterness, anger, and a constant state of self-induced misery are emotions I understand and have experienced. If her reaction to her new lot in life was anything but what Ms. Wiggs wrote it to be, Alice would not have been the great character I saw her as. All of that laid the foundation for growth. She just needed someone strong and willful enough to shove her out of that stage and into the moving on stage. That's where Faith and her beautiful daughters came in. Faith's tenacity was a result of the life she had before. Years of caring for others coupled with her profession, being a licensed practical nurse, prepared her for her time with Alice. She knew how to care for Alice, sure, but she also knew how to encourage the her to start living again despite being wheelchair bound. That right there required not only skill but gumption. Others fled because of Alice's moods and sharp tongue; Faith raised an eyebrow and stayed put, refusing to be cowed because of attitude. That refusal plus her daughters' presence pulled Alice from the darkness she lived in and into the land of living. The bitterness and anger she harbored disappeared, giving her a chance to see what she had was worth living for. I wish I could expound on Mason and Faith's relationship as much as I did my favor for Alice. I loved that their relationship was slow to develop. They had different lifestyles to begin with and Mason had to learn that Faith was worth fighting for. But, for me, it was secondary to Alice's growth. She was central to everything in this story yet didn't take away from Mason and Faith's growing affections for one another. There's either something in the air (or water) or maybe it's just I've never given myself the chance to explore this side of the romance genre before. You know, the chick lit/women's fiction aspect of it. I can honestly say, I've been missing out. This is the second book I've reviewed this week that touches on a topic that is, for me, primary to the romance the story presents. This is my first Susan Wiggs story and I'm glad I had the chance to read and review it. The characters are truly incredible and relative. They brought their own stories to the table and evoked a plethora of emotions from me that were startling in their intensity. This is the kind of the story I love to get lost in, where I get to know characters like their my friends, and watch new relationships begin while old ones are repaired, renewed and strengthened. (Received from Harlequin via TLC Book Tours for an honest review)
4.5 Stars! If you are expecting an epic romance set in an idyllic location, you may want to pass on this book, but if you want to read a poignant and moving story of physical and emotional healing, then this is the story for you. STARLIGHT ON WILLOW LAKE is a great story of healing, both physical and emotional: the mother facing destitution gets a new lease on life and security for her children; the family fractured by both recent events and long-held secrets; the son who always idolized his father forced to keep his father's indiscretions secret to avoid hurting his mother, with the result being a distance from his family and a distortion of his views of marriage and family and a woman who has already lost so much finding out that most of her marriage may have been a lie, a fresh loss by itself. Mason Bellamy lost his father to a skiing accident that left his mom a quadriplegic and finding a nurse aide that would stay has been a very difficult thing to do. Mason is willing to pay anything to get his mother the help she needs as long as this would give him the freedom to return to his job in the city and Faith McCallum is the key to achieving that goal. However, Mason's desire to keep his distance takes a hit when it comes to light that his mother's most recent mishap at home may have been more than an accident. Alice Bellamy lost everything when she lost the use of her limbs in the accident and she's been bitter and angry since then, but the recent information she received may be the last straw for her as everything she believed in appears to be a lie. The arrival of Faith and her daughters may be just the thing to get her mind off her situations as she takes an interest in Faith's daughters and forms a bond with Faith's younger daughter and pretty much becomes something of an honorary grandmother to her. Faith has spent most of her life in crisis mode, from dealing with her chronically ill mom to her chronically ill husband and the threat of financial ruin almost was too much until the job with the Bellamys. She is just content having a roof over her family's head and falling for Mason is definitely not a part of the plan, especially because he's both her employer and also engaged to his girlfriend. Mason finds himself forging a bond with Faith over his mother's care and opening up about secrets he's been keeping for decades. Their easy friendship deepens into something more and both must decide if they are willing to open themselves up to love and everything that comes with it, both good and bad . There are so many layers to this story and the simmering tenor of the romance between Faith and Mason fits in very well with the overall tone of the story. What struck me the most was that from all of the losses these people had been through, they formed their own small family, not just based on blood but a family based on love and shared experiences. STARLIGHT ON WILLOW LAKE is definitely a story everyone must read. Disclaimer: I received this book for free from the Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Family secrets & personal truths combine in a unique way in Wiggs’ latest foray back to Willow Lake. Wiggs shows how tough things really can get and where happiness can come from. Wiggs had me bawling like a baby and giggling like a teen with her first crush. I’ve never laughed so hard or cried so hard, especially at the same time. This is such a vivid story. The crises are as easy to picture as the characters, setting and romance. The beauty of this novel is in the details, the little interactions between two people, the scenery from the garden, the emotions that Wiggs portrays. The characters in this novel truly made the story. The dichotomy between money and happiness, wants and desires really hit hard. Mason’s dilemmas were polar opposites to those faced by Faith. These two were such easy individuals to fall in love with. Not that they were simple characters, but they were so complex that I couldn’t help but feeling as if I’d truly met them. I enjoyed the way that the entire family played a role in this novel, and a big one at that. The romance between the main characters was a natural thing, building throughout the story as the characters all dealt with the hand that they were dealt. I had so much fun with this new-found branch of the Bellamys. These guys definitely bring some extra flair and life to Willow Lake, making this my favourite in the series. Please note that I received a complimentary copy of this work in exchange for an honest review.
While this is book #11 in the Lakeshore Chronicles, it does a good job of standing alone. I did not feel that I missed anything. I love the cover of this book it makes you want to go there out to Willow lake. There is a lot of drama, lots of characters that draw you into there lives. You don't want to see them go. There is one love scene. The story opens up with the three Bellamy's Mason, Adam and Ivy skiing in New Zealand at there parents favorite ski place to spread there father Trevor Bellamy's ashes as he wanted them too. It is also the place that he died and their mother became disabled after the avalanche trapped them a year ago. Allice Bellamy is always angry at being trapped in a wheel chair not being able to do anything. She has a hard time keeping a nurse. She lives in a big house in Avalon, New York on Willow lake. Adam lives on the property too, but he is getting arson training so Mason agrees to stay there awhile. Faith McCallum is a widow raising two daughters. She is a nurse with a lot of debt and worries. Cara is in high school and is very smart and hard working. Ruby is in second grade, has diabete type 1. She has a lot of fears. When the McCallum family becomes connected to the Bellamy they both blossom and help each other. It is nice to see the changes. I did not want to put the book down. I would read more books about the Bellamys. I was given this ebook to read by Net Galley, Mira Harlequin. In return I agreed to give a honest review of Starlight on Willow Lake.