Sunset Beach

Sunset Beach

by Mary Kay Andrews


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Pull up a lounge chair and have a cocktail at Sunset Beach – it comes with a twist.

Drue Campbell’s life is adrift. Out of a job and down on her luck, life doesn’t seem to be getting any better when her estranged father, Brice Campbell, a flamboyant personal injury attorney, shows up at her mother’s funeral after a twenty-year absence. Worse, he’s remarried – to Drue’s eighth grade frenemy, Wendy, now his office manager. And they’re offering her a job.

It seems like the job from hell, but the offer is sweetened by the news of her inheritance – her grandparents’ beach bungalow in the sleepy town of Sunset Beach, a charming but storm-damaged eyesore now surrounded by waterfront McMansions.

With no other prospects, Drue begrudgingly joins the firm, spending her days screening out the grifters whose phone calls flood the law office. Working with Wendy is no picnic either. But when a suspicious death at an exclusive beach resort nearby exposes possible corruption at her father’s firm, she goes from unwilling cubicle rat to unwitting investigator, and is drawn into a case that may – or may not – involve her father. With an office romance building, a decades-old missing persons case re-opened, and a cottage in rehab, one thing is for sure at Sunset Beach: there’s a storm on the horizon.

Sunset Beach is a compelling ride, full of Mary Kay Andrews' signature wit, heart, and charm.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780594076520
Publisher: St. Martin''s Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/07/2019
Pages: 432
Sales rank: 535
Product dimensions: 6.20(w) x 9.30(h) x 1.60(d)

About the Author

MARY KAY ANDREWS is The New York Times bestselling author of The High Tide Club, The Beach House Cookbook, The Weekenders, Beach Town, Save the Date, Ladies’ Night, Christmas Bliss, and more. A former journalist for The Atlanta Journal-Constitution, she lives in Atlanta, Georgia.


Atlanta, Georgia

Date of Birth:

July 27, 1954

Place of Birth:

Tampa, Florida


B.A. in newspaper journalism, University of Georgia, 1976

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Sunset Beach, April 2018

Drue turned the key in the ignition and the white Bronco's engine gave a dispirited cough, and then nothing.

"Come on, OJ," Drue muttered, trying again. This time the engine turned over. She gave it some gas and the motor roared to life.

"Thanks, babe." She gave the cracked vinyl dashboard an encouraging pat, then shifted into reverse and eased her foot onto the accelerator. The motor gave a strangled wheeze and cut off again. Now every single indicator on the control panel began blinking red.

She tried again, but the third time was not the charm. The engine caught briefly, the Bronco's battered chassis shuddered, then fell still.

"Noooooo," she moaned.

She glanced down at her watch. She now had fifteen minutes to get downtown to work. "No way," she muttered.

Back when life was good, when she was living in Fort Lauderdale, she would have taken an Uber or called a friend for a lift when the 1995 Bronco she'd bought off Craigslist was having what Drue thought of as PMS. But she hadn't exactly had time to make friends since moving back to Florida's west coast, and she no longer had a viable credit card for Uber, or even viable credit, for that matter.

Drue had a vague memory of seeing city buses lumbering past on nearby Gulf Boulevard. She pulled her phone from her backpack, found the transit authority website and schedule, and determined that with any luck, she just might catch a bus that might get her to the downtown St. Petersburg offices of Campbell, Coxe and Kramner in the next thirty minutes. Which would make her late for her first day of work.

She started walking. It was barely eight-thirty, and only April, but the temperature already hovered in the mid-eighties, and within two blocks of leaving her house, her cotton tank top was damp with perspiration and her right knee was throbbing.

Shit. She should have gone back to the house and put on the tight elastic brace the surgeon had given her. In fact, should have been wearing it anyway, even if she hadn't had to walk five blocks. But the damn thing was so hot. The elastic chafed her skin and gave her a rash, so she left it at home more times than she wore it.

Drue gritted her teeth against the pain and kept walking. She was on Gulf Boulevard now, the busy north–south thoroughfare that threaded through all the tiny beach towns before eventually making a sharp right turn at Treasure Island Causeway, heading east toward downtown St. Pete. A clutch of giggling teenage girls, spring breakers, probably, dressed in bikini tops and microscopic neon-bright shorts with the waistbands rolled down to their navels, approached on the sidewalk, headed in the opposite direction, and made an elaborate show of sidestepping her.

She heard a quavery voice behind her.

"Excuse me, darling." She turned her head to see an elderly man, his bony bare chest glistening with sweat, power past, pumping small dumbbells in each hand.

She squinted and saw, just half a block ahead, the shaded bus shelter. Thank God. She wasn't sure if she could walk much farther. Half a block, though. That, she could do. She picked up the pace, trying to ignore the red-hot stabbing pain in her knee.

Briiiing, briiinnng, a bike's bell and then a booming woman's voice: "On your left!"

She stumbled over her flip-flop and toppled onto the grassy verge just in time to avoid being mowed down by a white-haired octogenarian wearing wraparound sunglasses and a Tampa Bay Rays sun visor furiously pedaling past on an adult tricycle.

"Hey!" Drue yelled after her. "Get on the bike path."

"Up yours," the woman called, turning around briefly to flip her the bird.

As she struggled to her feet, she saw, almost in slow motion, the city bus passing her by. She winced in pain, but also at the ad emblazoned along the side of the bus.

SLIP AND FALL? GIVE BRICE A CALL! The ad was accompanied by a five-foot-tall airbrush-enhanced color portrait of W. Brice Campbell, arms crossed defiantly, his chiseled chin jutting pugnaciously, a stance Drue knew all too well.

The bus slowed momentarily at the bus stop. The air brakes whooshed. "Stay there," Drue muttered. "Stay right there." She broke into her current version of a run, a lopsided, sorry, limping affair.

A young Hispanic woman stepped off the bus, turned, and waved goodbye to the driver.

"Hey," Drue yelled breathlessly, closing the gap, now maybe only three bus-lengths away. She waved her arms over her head. "Hey!"

The woman turned and gave the stranger a hesitant smile. "Hey."

The bus's brakes whooshed again and it started to move.

"Tell him to stop," Drue cried. "Tell him to wait."

But it was too late. The bus picked up speed. It moved on. The woman stood by the bus shelter. She was dressed in a gray and white uniform smock, her name, Sonia, embroidered above her left breast.

"Sorry," she said softly, as Drue approached, limping badly. "Are you okay?"

Drue grasped the back of the bench as she tried to regain her breath. The bench was painted blue and white, with the Campbell, Coxe and Kramner signature logo superimposed across Brice Campbell's visage. HAVE A WRECK? WE'LL GET YOUR CHECK!

"No," Drue managed, as she collapsed onto the bench. She jumped up immediately, gingerly extracting a half-inch wood splinter protruding from her right butt cheek. "No. Definitely. Not. Okay." She looked down at the screen-printed face of Brice W. Campbell. Her new boss. Her long-lost father, and as always, a major pain in the ass.

* * *

A job in his law firm had been the very last thing Drue had wanted from her long-estranged father. But what choice did she have? That five-second midair kiteboard collision three months earlier, and her mother's subsequent death, only reinforced the fact that she no longer had any reason to stay in Fort Lauderdale.

Drue had been adrift, self-medicating with tequila and Advil and wallowing in self-pity on the day of her mother's funeral. As she was leaving the memorial service, with the bronze urn containing Sherri's remains tucked under her arm, she'd been shocked to spot a well-dressed businessman standing uneasily at the back of the church.

At first, she wasn't even absolutely sure it was really him. His hair was longer, touching the collar of his open-neck shirt, and flecked with silver. He was tanned and slim, and in his expensive tailored blazer and sockless Gucci loafers looked distinctly out of place in the former fast-food restaurant turned Fortress for All Faiths Chapel of Prayer.

She approached him warily. "Dad?"

"Hi," he'd said softly, giving her an awkward hug.

She'd endured the embrace with what she thought was admirable forbearance.

"What are you doing here?"

He shifted from one foot to the other. "Why wouldn't I be here?"

"I mean, how did you know? That Mom died? I didn't even put an obituary in the paper until today."

"Sherri called me. To tell me she was sick. And I asked the hospice people to let me know ... when it happened." He glanced around the church, which was nearly empty now. "Look, can we go somewhere else to talk about this?"

"Like where?" Drue wasn't about to let him off that easy. Twenty years ago, he'd shipped his sullen teenage daughter across Florida, from St. Pete back here to Lauderdale, choosing peace with his second wife and her obnoxious sons over loyalty to his only daughter. He'd dutifully sent the birthday cards and child support checks right up until her eighteenth birthday, but she hadn't laid eyes on him since that boiling hot summer afternoon so long ago. She wasn't about to let him waltz in here today and play the grieving dad and ex-spouse.

"I thought maybe we could go to lunch somewhere." His blue-gray eyes took in her frumpy black dress, the only remotely funeral-ready dress she owned, and the too-large black pumps, which she'd appropriated from Sherri's closet.


He let out a long, aggravated sigh. "Why? Because your mom is gone and I'm now your only living relative. And because there are some business matters we need to discuss. Okay? Can you just cut me some slack and go to lunch? Or do you really need to keep busting my balls for the rest of my life?"

She shrugged. "I guess I could do lunch. Where do you want to go?"

"I heard there's a bistro on Las Olas that has great mussels."

"Taverna." Why was she not surprised that he'd chosen the most exclusive, expensive restaurant in town?

Outside, in the parking lot, Brice pointed a key fob at a black Mercedes sedan and clicked it. Drue went to the backseat and opened the door.

He stood by the driver's side, looking puzzled. "You're getting in the backseat?"

"No," Drue said, carefully stretching the seat belt across the bronze urn. "Mom is."

* * *

When the waitress brought their drinks Drue knocked back half her margarita in one gulp.

Brice sipped his martini and rearranged the silverware on the tabletop.

"Can I ask you something without your getting pissed at me?"


He pointed at her right leg, with the knee ensconced in the hideous brace.

"What happened there?"

"I had a kiteboarding accident. Right after Mom got diagnosed."

"So you're still into that? Guess it wasn't a phase after all, huh?" Kiteboarding had been a major source of friction between Drue and Brice and her stepmother. Joan had objected to the cost of her board and kite (although it was money Drue earned from working at a surf shop), her kiteboarding friends (an admittedly motley-looking crew) and, especially, her obsession with the sport — to the detriment of her already mediocre grades.

Drue chewed the inside of her cheek. "Definitely not a phase. How is Joan, by the way?"

He picked the olive from his drink, chewed, and smiled bitterly. "Let's see. She soaked me for a waterfront house, a new car and attorney's fees to keep both Kyler and Kayson out of prison. Last I heard she'd moved up the marital food chain and married an orthopedic surgeon. So, I'd say she's doing great."

"So you two split up? Sorry to hear that."

He sipped his martini. "No, you're not."

"That's true. She never liked me, and the feeling was mutual."

He started to say something, stopped, shook his head and took another sip of his martini.

"You said you had some business to discuss with me?" Drue prompted.

"That's right." He reached into the inside pocket of his blazer and brought out a key ring with a tacky pink plastic flamingo fob. Two keys dangled from the ring. He slid the key ring across the table toward his daughter.

"What's this?"

"It's the key to Coquina Cottage."

"Nonni and Papi's house? The old place on Sunset Beach? I thought Mom sold it after Nonni died."

"She almost did, but in the end, she decided to keep it. I think maybe she thought one day the two of you would move back and live there. Anyway, it's yours now."

Drue picked up the key ring and turned it over and over. "You're serious? For real? Like, I own Papi's cottage?"

"You do," Brice said. "Before you get too excited, though, I should warn you it's in pretty rough shape. The last tenant lived there for six or seven years, and he was kind of a hoarder. He always paid his rent on time and never had any complaints about the place, so I sort of let things slide. It wasn't until last year, after the hurricane damaged the roof and the old guy moved out, that we realized how bad things had gotten."

Drue's eyes filled with unexpected tears. "Mom never said a word. All those years, she drove crappy secondhand cars and we lived in shithole apartments. She could have sold that place — it's right on the Gulf, right? I bet it was worth a lot of money. I can't believe she hung on to Papi's house."

"Your mom was never the sentimental type, as you know, but I think she regarded the cottage as her legacy to you. It was the one thing of value in her life. Well, that and her daughter."

Not trusting herself to speak, Drue could only stare down at the keys.

"What are your plans now?" Brice asked.

"I don't know," she admitted. "Things are kind of up in the air right now."

"Sherri said you've been waitressing at a bar?"

"That's right."

His raised eyebrow spoke volumes.

"And ... no romantic ties keeping you here in Fort Lauderdale?"

She scowled. Since Trey, her faithless boyfriend, had been a no-show at the funeral, she'd already relegated him to ex-boyfriend status. "Are you deliberately gloating over the fact that I'm thirty-six and have a shitty job and no life?"

He raised his hands in surrender. "I was going to offer you a job, but obviously that's a deeply offensive move on my part."

"A job? Doing what?"

"Working at the law firm. We've affiliated with half a dozen boutique personal injury firms in the Southeast in the past year. Business is crazy good. Another firm in town just poached my most senior intake associate. I'm really shorthanded."

"No thanks," Drue said firmly. "I have no interest in moving back to St. Pete and zero interest in the law."

"You mean, zero interest in working for me."

Her eyes met his. "That too. Sorry. I mean, I appreciate the offer. And your coming over for Mom's funeral. And letting me know about the cottage. Thanks. I really mean it." She looked down at her watch. "Can you get the check now? I've got to work tonight."

He let out a long sigh. "You're as goddamn stubborn as she was. More, even."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Drue said.


It was her first night back at work since the surgery, and it was also two-dollar well drink night at Bozo's on the Beach. As luck would have it, the first person she saw as she was clocking in was Rick, the assistant night manager.

Prick, as most of the servers called him behind his back, was all of twenty-five years old and the owner's nephew, and roundly despised by the entire Bozo's staff, right down to the youngest high school busboy. He was just over five feet two, with a weirdly long over-muscled torso, rounded shoulders and short legs, which gave him the appearance of an orangutan in cargo shorts.

"Hey," he said, giving her a curt nod. "I see you're back."

"I am," she said, smiling brightly. "Thanks for letting me take a shift. I was going stir crazy sitting at home on the sofa."

He looked her up and down and frowned, noting the form-fitting orange tank top with the bar's clown logo and the ripped and faded jeans she wore instead of the hated mandatory Bozo's booty shorts. "You're out of uniform."

"Yeah," she said. "The thing is, I have to wear this big ugly knee brace,and it looks super freaky with the shorts. I'm wearing the top and I swear, nobody will even notice."

"That's not the point," he snapped. "It's a uniform because I want all the girls to look alike — hot. Those jeans don't look hot. They look ghetto." He ducked into the closet-size office, came out with a pair of the microscopic white knit shorts and tossed them to her. "Here. You can change before you go on shift."

Kaitlin, the lead bartender, came bustling into the kitchen. "Welcome back, girlfriend," she said, giving Drue a high five. "Now get your ass out there. Courtney's back in rehab and Shanelle called in pissed off, so we're short two girls tonight and the natives are restless."

Drue hustled out of the kitchen in her wake, turning to look over her shoulder at Rick. "Sorry. Duty calls."

* * *

Old-school rap music blared from the wall-mounted speakers and the Thirsty Thursday crowd was, as Kaitlin had warned, loud and demanding. The sprawling room was packed, the noise level ear-splitting.

"What's going on?" Drue asked, placing her lips beside Kaitlin's ear.

"Do you have to ask? Look around."

Drue estimated the average age in the room at 19.2 years. College kids, sunburned, buzzed and looking for fun in the Florida sun. She knew what that meant. Crappy tips and plenty of customers who thought dine and dash was an intramural sport. "Spring break? Already? It isn't even Easter yet."

"It comes earlier and earlier every year," Kaitlin said. "Hey, how'd you manage to ditch the crotch cutters tonight? Every time I come to work wearing normal pants Prick orders me to go home and change."

"He was about to make me change when you saved the day," Drue said. "I think the little perv gets off looking at camel toes."

"Ya think?" Kaitlin crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. "By the way, how's the knee?"

"Hurts like a mother," Drue said.

Kaitlin glanced around and lowered her voice. "I've got Percocet in my purse, if you want. My boyfriend had dental surgery and he saved 'em for me."

"I'd love a Percocet, but anything with codeine makes me puke. Advil's all I can take."

"Poor you," Kaitlyn said. "You're on station three, by the way."

"Got it." Drue headed out to her station, six four-tops and four six-tops.

The next two hours were a blur. She took orders, delivered drinks and dodged drunken gropes. At one point she fought her way through the crowd to the bathroom, locked herself in a stall, dropped her jeans and unfastened the brace. Her knee was red and swollen to the size of a cantaloupe. "Not good," she whispered.

She heard the bathroom door swing open with a bang. "Drue!" Prick's voice echoed in the tile-floored room. "Get out here, goddamnit! Your tables are backed up."


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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wow! Mary Kay Andrews did it again. I got an early version of this through Netgalley to review. This is my honest opinion. I loved the story. It was a little different from her other books I’ve read, but the beach is still heavily intrenched in the story. Drue Campbell’s life is in ruins, until her father comes back into her life offering her a job and her grandparents’ house. While trying to get her life back on track, along with fixing up the rundown beach house, Drue finds herself involved with an old cold case and a more recent suspicious murder. I loved how Ms. Andrews winds the two stories together in the book. There are periodic flashbacks to the time of the cold case. There were lots of twists and turns in the plot. In the end, Drue finally has her life back in order. She now has a closeness with her Dad, a new position at work, and a love interest, making her new life on Sunset Beach a great one. Well done!
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Sunset Beach was everything I’ve come to expect in MKA’s books! The setting on the west coast of FL was described so well that I felt like I had sand on my feet. As always the characters are so real that you almost expect them to talk to you. Drue, the main character is a strong female with enough vulnerability to make her relatable. I think I’ve read all of MKA’s books and this is one of my favorites. There’s a mystery, some romance and a really good storyline. My only regret is I’ve finished it.
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KrittersRamblings 16 days ago
Check out the full review at Kritters Ramblings This book was not only a great piece of women's fiction but had some mystery/thriller aspects to it and I loved the combination for a great summer read! Drue Campbell has moved into the cottage that she visited her grandparents as a kid after a kiteboarding accident that has altered her life. She is working for her father and dealing with all the drama that can happen when you reconnect with things from the past. While on this job she ends up in the middle of a murder mystery that has gone cold and is determined to find the truth.
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Kept me intrigued the whole time
Laeljeanne 11 months ago
Drue’s estranged father shows up at her lowest point, unemployed and unmoored, at her mother’s funeral. Married to her childhood frenemy, he offers her a job at his ambulance chasing law office, working with his wife. But with it comes her grandparent’s beach bungalow, replete with beloved memories. All she has to do it fix it up. She stumbles into investigating a mysterious death at a nearby resort, which may somehow be connected to her father’s business. MKA threads hints and doubts throughout, leading Drue and Dear Reader on a wild ride, always entertaining. I was fortunate to receive this fun mystery from the publisher St. Martin’s Press through NetGalley.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put it down! Great book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Mary Kay Andrews is one of my favorite "need a good, quick read" go-tos, and she never lets me down. Sunset Beach had me drawn in from the first chapter, and the story kept me interested and turning pages all the way to the very end. This storyline was a great mix of mystery, a little romance and complicated family. I would highly recommend reading Sunset Beach or pretty much any of Mary Kay Andrews's books!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book from beginning to end.
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Mary Kay Andrews consistently gives her readers a great story line with well developed characters, you can feel their emotions right along with them. This book is no exception. A young woman is thrown into family drama after relocating her life to live in and repair a beach home she has inherited. Along the way she stumbles across several mysteries and inconsistencies that will take her into danger while she tries to save her loved ones and solve the crimes. An excellent read for any age, any genre.
bookaholique More than 1 year ago
Drue Campbell is so down on her luck she agrees to take a job with her Dad's ambulance chasing law firm. There she discover an old childhood friend is now her mother in law and boss! The only bright spot in her life is that she gets to move into her grandparents cottage. While working at the firm, she catches wind of a client that she feels was not treated fairly. Did her Dad cut some sort of deal with the insurance company? Why won't anyone listen to the client who thinks her deceased daughter was murdered? Drue just cannot let this go. First let me say I am a devout fan of Ms. Andrew's writing and Sunset Beach is a perfect example why. Here I thought I was going to be reading a fluffy beach novel. Instead, I get a finely crafted mystery. Drue is such a likeable character. I loved her tenacity and sense of humor. The bad guy is well hidden until the very end. This was very entertaining! My thanks to St. Martin's Press and Netgalley.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was different from other Mary Kay Andrews books and I really liked it a lot! Couldn't put it down!!
TheGrumpyBookReviewer More than 1 year ago
I read Sunset Beach, by Mary Kay Andrews, at the request of her publisher, St. Martin’s Press. I have read many of Andrews’ books, and loved them all. This one was really good, but others of her work are my favorites. Drue Campbell’s mom just died, and she is moving home to Sunset Beach, on the gulf coast of Florida, after being fired, and learning her mother had left Drue’s grandparents’ beach house to her. The problem is, her new job is in her dad’s law practice, and the office manager, who is Dad’s new wife, is Wendy, Drue’s high school classmate and former best friend. A grandmother whose daughter was murdered, is told by those at the law practice they have done all they can do. Even though she is raising her granddaughter after the murder, she is turned away. Drue decides to investigate, and risks her own life in doing so. I especially appreciate Andrews’ subtle reference to climate change when Drue mentioned the water of the Gulf being warmer than she remembered. This is a good mystery with twists and turns. I was pretty sure I had figured out who tried to kill Drue, but wasn’t sure until near the end. If you love a good mystery with a little romance thrown in, you will definitely enjoy Sunset Beach. What Makes This Reviewer Grumpy? Mostly, the usual things: • split infinitives; • misplacement of “only” within sentences; • missing commas; • chaise lounge should be chaise longue.
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Words can't express how much I loved reading this book! This was the perfect story to keep me company on rainy summer days; I enjoyed every page of adventure and being whisked away to Sunset Beach. After the death of her mother, Drue Campbell is given the opportunity to start life over on her own when her estranged father shows up at her mom's funeral and offers her a job working the phone lines at his personal injury law firm in St. Petersburg, Florida. Drue is initially hesitant to accept the offer, but when she loses her waitressing job in Fort Lauderdale, she feels she doesn't have a choice. The upside: Drue has inherited her grandparents' storm-damaged cottage right on the shore of Sunset Beach, so finding a new home on the west coast of the peninsula is no issue. Drue's days in the office are far from boring -- her father is married to her eighth grade frenemy, who just so happens to be the office manager; the phones are always flooded with calls from wild characters who are wanting the firm to help them sue for the silliest reasons; and she has a couple of attractive male colleagues who both seem to be vying for her attention. Not long after settling into her new job and home, Drue finds herself obsessed with solving two mysteries: a decades-old missing persons case, and the brutal murder of a housekeeper at a nearby resort which Drue suspects may expose corruption within her father's firm and shady insurance companies. Most of the story takes place in 2018, with some chapters flashing back to the 1970s to reveal details about the missing woman and her connection to Drue's family. While these gripping mysteries are at the core of the plot, the story also shines with gorgeous imagery of sunny Florida, the budding of a new romance, and real laugh-out-loud moments as Drue fixes up the beach bungalow and makes friends. This book is a mystery, a comedy, and a heartwarming beach tale all at once. I related to Drue like a best friend, and I never wanted the story to end!! I now see why Mary Kay Andrews is said to have "signature wit, heart, and charm." I can't wait to read more of her novels!
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marquis784MA More than 1 year ago
Sunset Beach by Mary Kay Andrews St Martin’s Press Fiction May 7, 2019 Rating: 4/5 I received a digital ARC copy of this book from St Martin’s Press and NetGalley in exchange for an unbiased review. I am pleasantly surprised with my experience reading this book. This is my first book by this author even though I’ve several of her books on my TBR list. It is the perfect balance of drama, mystery and romance. I found the authors notes at the conclusion of the novel an added bonus. She provides insight into her sources for inspiration and even a recipe! The story is told through alternating chapters of present and past. It had been 20 years since her parents divorced and she and her mother, Sherri, went to live in Fort Lauderdale. Brice Campbell, her father, continued to live in St Petersburg after remarrying. It’s only after the recent death of her mother and a career ending knee injury that she reunited with her estranged father. She learns that she has inherited her maternal grandparents cottage in Sunset Beach which is in desperate need of repair. With no reason to stay in Ft Lauderdale, Drue accepts a job at her father’s law firm since is no longer able of kiteboarding. Moving back to St Pete’s proved to be more challenging than she anticipated. Drue soon discovers that her father has remarried, Wendy, her best friend from her school days. On top of having lack of reliable transportation, she constantly arrives late for work to find “See me” notes on her computer. As Drue begins to renovate the old cottage and acclimate to her new job environment, she becomes invested in a few unresolved stories. One is a mystery surrounding the death of a young hotel worker and the other an unsolved cold case she uncovers in the attic. “But when her attention is caught by a suspicious murder case, Drue finds herself entangled in a decades-old mystery - one that may have dire consequences for Drue and the people she loves.“ This story captivated me on a variety of levels and maintained my interest without an obvious predictable plot.