Vacations mean Mary Kay Andrews. After all, you may recall that last spring in Cape May I picked up Sunset Beach. And I enjoyed it so much that during last month's trip to Ocean City, I bought Hello, Summer. Of course, I didn't get around to reading it until last week. But then, anywhere you can disappear into a book counts as a vacation -- at least in my book, hehe.
As with its predecessor, Hello, Summer's deceptively tranquil cover harbors a whodunit. And although its vibe isn't quite cozy, I found it to be comforting. Ace reporter Conley Hawkins plays career Russian roulette and loses, landing back at her family's small-town Florida weekly. She's had enough of The Silver Bay Beacon, as well as her new boss-slash-sister, when she and boy-next-door Sean "Skelly" Kelly stumble upon the body of a congressman. Investigating the good ol' boy's death becomes Conley's raison d'etre, and soon she's writing for NBC and The Atlanta Journal-Constitution as well as The Beacon. But Silver Bay has a lot to say about that. Big sis Grayson wishes Conley would keep her eyes on her own paper, her grandmother is one fainting spell away from the hospital, and Skelly, although supportive, worries that his charms are no match for a hot story. Will Conley be able to have it all? Or will she lose it all looking for answers?
Andrews entertains with intrigue and wit as she helps us find out.
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