ย ?The Summer Deal, the fifth book in the Wildstone series, turned out to be both my favourite read of the series and 2020. I am glad I had the opportunity to read this latest offering from Shalvis. Shalvis created an awesome and heart-warming story, which featured a cast of lovable but sometimes irritating characters. Collectively they had suffered pain, loss and heartbreak and my heart broke for them all. Throughout the story, I kept hoping they would get the happiness they deserved.
The author treated the reader to not one but two sweet and swoon worthy romances. The romance which existed between Deck and Kinsey and the one developing between Eli and Brynne.
I had a marvelous time watching how the relationships developed between the characters. My favourite of them all was the relationships which existed between Brynne and Kinsey and Deck and Kinsey. Brynne and Kinsey had a complicated relationship. Discovering that the person you grew up disliking and bullying at camp is your half-sister would have been quite a shocker. Her fear of revealing this knowledge to Brynne had the potential to destroy their budding friendship.
Deck and Kinsey loved each other, but her medical issues had her running scared, which led her to keep pushing him away. Deckโs patient and understanding nature would be the catalyst to save their relationship.
?The Summer Deal is a story about love, family, friendships and building relationships. Shalvis did an exceptional job in portraying the issues surrounding chronic illnesses and the stigma that comes with being raised in a non-traditional family. The issues raised although heavy were lightened by the humour Shalvis sprinkled throughout the story. This allowed for a few laugh out loud moments. I especially loved the scenes featuring the kindergarteners. Kids really do say the darndest things.
Conclusion/Recommendation
I found ?The Summer Deal to be a fantastic read and one I would highly recommend.
Brynn Turner had always wanted to be the girl who had her life together, but so far her talents hadnโt led her in that directionโalthough not for lack of trying.
Mentally recapping the week sheโd just endured, she let out a stuttered breath. Okay, so her life skills needed some serious work, but as far as she was concerned, that was Future Brynnโs problem. Present Brynn had other things on her mind.
Like surviving the rest of the day.
With that goal in mind, she kept her eyes on the road, and three hours and two 7-Eleven hot dogs after leaving Long Beach in her rearview mirror, she pulled into Wildstone. The place that reinvented itself many times over since itโd been an 1800s California wild, wild West town complete with wooden sidewalks, saloons, haunted silver mines, and a brothel. Sandwiched between the Pacific Ocean and green rolling hills filled with wineries and ranches, Wildstone had once been her favorite place on earth.
Parking in the driveway of her childhood home, she took a minute. Itโd been a decade since sheโd lived here. Sheโd gone off
to attend college and to conquer the world, though only one of
those things had happened. Sheโd been back for visits, but even
that had been a while. Six months, in fact. Sheโd stood in this
very spot and had asked both of her well-meaning
moms to
butt out of her life, saying that she knew what she was doing.
Sheโd had no idea what she was doing.
Note to self: You still donโt.
With a sigh, she pulled down her visor and glanced in the mirror, hoping that a miracle had occurred and sheโd see the reflection of someone who had their shit together. Her hair was knotted on top of her head with the string tie from her hoodie because sheโd lost her scrunchie. She was wearing her old glasses because sheโd lost her newer pair. Her face was pale and her eyes were puffy and red from a bad combo of crying and not sleeping. She wore yoga pants that hadnโt seen a yoga class since . . . well, ever, and in spite of being nearly thirty, she had a big, fat zit on her chin.
In short, she looked about as far away from having her shit together as she was from solving world hunger.
Knowing her momsโsweet and loving and nosy as hellโwere going to see right through her, she pawed through her purse for a miracle. She found some lip gloss that she also dabbed on each cheek for badly needed color. As a bonus, she found two peanut M&Ms. Couldnโt waste those, could she? She shook her purse looking for more, but nope, she was out of luck.
The theme of her life.
With a sigh, she once again met her own gaze in the mirror. โOkay, hereโs the drill. Youโre okay. Youโre good. Youโre happy to be home. Youโre absolutely not crawling back with your tail between your legs to admit to your moms that they were right
about Asshole Ashton.โ
Swallowing hard, she got out of her hunk-o-junk and grabbed her duffel bag and purse. Sheโd barely made it to the porch before the front door was flung open and there stood her moms in the doorway, some deep maternal instinct letting them know their sole offspring was within smothering distance.
Both in their mid-fifties, their similarities stopped there. Olive was pragmatic and stoic, and God help the person who tried to get anything by her. She was perfectly coifed as always, hair cut in a chic bob, pants and blazer fitted, giving her the look of someone whoโd just walked out of a Wall Street meeting. In sharp comparison, Rainaโs sundress was loose and flowery and flowing, and she wore beads around her neck and wrists that made her jingle pleasantly. She was soft and loving, and quite possibly the kindest soul on earth. And where Olive was economical with her movements, Raina was in constant motion.
Opposites attract . . .
But actually, her moms did have something in common beyond their ageโtheir warm, loving smiles, both directed at Brynn. It was her own personal miracle that they loved her madly, no matter how many times sheโd messed up and driven them crazy with worry.
And thereโd been a lot of times. Too many to count.
โSweetheart,โ Raina said, jingling as always, bringing forth welcome memories: growing vegetables in the back garden, taking long walks on the beach to chase seagulls, and late-night snuggles. Raina opened her arms and Brynn walked right into them, smiling when Olive embraced her from behind.
The three of them stood there for a long beat, wrapped up in each other. Catherine the Great Cat showed up, her appearance forewarned by the bell around her neck. She might be twelve and seemingly frail and delicate, but as with Brynnโs moms, looks were deceiving. Just beneath Catโs skin lived the soul of an ancient prized hunterโhence the bell. No one blamed her for her instinctual drive to do this, but Raina did object to Cat dropping โpresentsโ at her feet in the form of cricket heads and various other pieces of dead insects. Which made Cat the most adorable murderer who ever lived. She rubbed her furry face against Brynnโs ankles. Once. Twice.
And then bit.
โOuch!โ
โYou know her rules,โ Olive said. โA little love, a little hate. Itโs how she is. Now tell us why youโre home unannounced, looking like something not even Catherine wouldโve dragged inside.โ
โI think she looks wonderful,โ Raina said.
Oliveโs eyes never left Brynn. โShe hasnโt been sleeping or
eating.โ
โTrust me, Mom, Iโve been eating plenty.โ
โOkay, then you arenโt sleeping enough or eating the right food. Youโre as pale as . . . well, me.โ
Olive indeed had the pale skin of her English ancestry. In contrast, Raina was Puerto Rican, and golden brown. Being a product of Rainaโs egg and an unknown sperm donor, Brynnโs skin was a few shades lighter than Rainaโs. Unless she was trying not to hyperventilate, of course. Like now. In which case she was probably even whiter than Olive.
โWe can fix the eating right and sleeping, for a start,โ Raina said with determination. She slipped her hand into Brynnโs, and as sheโd been doing for as long as Brynn could remember, she took over. She settled Brynn onto the couch with one of her handmade throws, and in less than five minutes had a tray on Brynnโs lap with her famous vegan chickpea noodle soup and steaming gingerroot tea.
โTruth serum?โ Brynn asked, only half joking. Raina was magic in the kitchenโand at getting people to spill their guts.
โI donโt need truth serum.โ Raina sat next to her. โYouโre going to tell me everything.โ
โHow do you know?โ
โBecause I made almond-butter cups for dessert and you love almond-butter cups.โ
โYouโd withhold dessert from your only child?โ
โShe wouldnโt, sheโs far too kind,โ Olive said. โBut I would. In a heartbeat.โ She sat on the coffee table facing Brynn. โTalk.โย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Copyright ยฉ 2020 by Jill Shalvis. Reprinted courtesy of HarperCollinsPublishers https://www.harpercollins.com/9780062897916/the-summer-deal/
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I haven’t read this author in a really long time. I definitely need to pick this one up, wonderful review for this!
Thanks Kindlemom. I hope you get the chance to read it.
Deck! I loved him so much! I adored this group, and thought Shalvis did an incredible job with their story.
Yes she did.
Sounds like a lovely read! I’ve heard good things about Shalvis, but I haven’t read anything by her yet.
-Lauren
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Yyes it was a good one. I have not read a lot of her books, but of those I read I enjoyed them all
I loved Decker!! This was a good one ๐
I’ve heard great things about this one!
This looks so lovely! Thanks for sharing. A perfect summer read.
I really need to get back to reading her books. Great review.
Sounds perfect for a summer read. I am glad you enjoyed it so much.