Standalone Women's Fiction
This summer, three friends find the courage to step into the next chapter of their lives...
For Laurel, Paris and Cassie, this summer’s book club theme is simple. No. Sad. Books.
Single mum Laurel’s skepticism of men seems to be – worryingly – rubbing off on her daughters. Meanwhile, Cassie is determined to stop running away from risk, and Paris’ ex-husband’s sudden re-appearance brings up painful past mistakes. For these three friends happiness seems out of reach, and romance books provide the perfect antidote and a chance to avoid the difficult choices of reality.
When the Summer Book Club begins, it’s a place for all three women to share stories they love. But it soon becomes a chance to open up in ways none of them expected. Inspired by their favourite literary heroines, Laurel, Cassie and Paris begin to take chances in life and love. They soon find that facing an unwritten chapter can be as terrifying as it is exhilarating. If only they can find the courage to change…
"These three women and their friendship feel genuine, and readers will be able to relate. Fans of Jill Shalvis and Robyn Carr won't be able to put Mallery's latest down. . . Readers who flock to Mallery's heartfelt stories will be clamoring for her feel-good latest."
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“Susan Mallery is a maven of heartwarming summer reads! The Summer Book Club is a page-turner about the best things in life: books, friendship, love, and finding the courage to live our best lives.”
Katherine Center, NYT bestselling author
"A charming, feel-good story of the ways that devoted friends—and great books!—can change our lives with the summer vibes I’m needing right now! There’s a dose of Susan Mallery magic in all her novels; this one just might have an extra scoop!"
Kristy Woodson Harvey, NYT bestselling author
"Upbeat piece of women’s fiction. . . reading a Mallery book is kind of like reading an entertaining how-to manual for parenting and other relationships (including with yourself). Great advice, articulately doled out, and without having to resort to stupidity and game playing."
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"A story of three women finding love a second time around. It’s the perfect book for a weekend getaway."
Camela K, Barnes and Noble, Austin TX
"You will enjoy the friendships between the three and finding out how they each deal with their current love interests. Another great Susan Mallery read."
Barbara W, Page 158 Books, Wake Forest, NC
"Okay, I admit it, I am totally smitten with this author. . . THE SUMMER BOOK CLUB belongs on the must-read list for fans of Susan Mallery, and I genuinely believe it will win her many new fans. A simple concept expands into something quite glorious."
Sandra Wurman, Fresh Fiction
Harlequin Junkie Recommends! "I’m still smiling after finishing THE SUMMER BOOK CLUB, which I tend to do whenever I have a Susan Mallery book in my hand. Filled with a wonderful cast and an interesting storyline that zipped along nicely, I think readers will fall in love with everything about this novel."
Harlequin Junkie
"It had all the tropes that I love: it has best friends, forced proximity, second chance romance, found family, really lovable characters. . . if you're looking for your next book club book . . . please give this book a chance. I actually think you will enjoy it a lot."
Kat, @possiblyreading on TikTok
"The Summer Book Club was an amazing and heartwarming story, that was so very well written by Susan Mallery. I loved this story, with each of the ladies being wonderful, even with difficult situations, which they were there for each other. The Summer Book Club was a terrific story, which I suggest you read."
Barb, the Reading Cafe
"compelling and enjoyable"
Romance Reviews Today
"Susan Mallery is one of my writing icons. Not only is she prolific, putting out several books a year, but the books are (darn her) all so good and so different. . . THE SUMMER BOOK CLUB [is] full of the kind of layering and foreshadowing and depth I love."
Carrie Padgett
5 hearts! "Laurel, Paris, and Cassie are all amazingly strong female characters, each with their own struggles. . . I loved how effortlessly these separate stories of each woman blended perfectly with each other."
Amanda Krohn, @booklover0596 on Instagram
"Narrator Tanya Eby brings warmth to her performance as she narrates a story of three friends, their bonds, and their developing romances with the men in their lives."
Audiofile Magazine-audiobook edition
"They all have baggage they have to work through to find their happiness, but it’s the journey that makes this such a rewarding read. I loved how they each had an obstacle to overcome and how they had each other’s backs. Another terrific read from one of my favorite authors!"
Stacy Alesi
The Summer Book Club is an Apple Books Top-Selling Romance of 2024!
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Chapter One
“How is it I’m thirty-seven years old and I still get a knot in my stomach when I get a note from the teacher, asking me to stop by?” Laurel Richards held out her cell phone. “Or in this case, a text.”
Paris grinned. “We never outgrow our fear of authority. We should, but we don’t. Which teacher?”
“Jagger’s homeroom teacher. I don’t get it. Neither of the girls is a troublemaker and it’s only three weeks until school’s out.”
She tried to ignore the unsettled feeling in her stomach. As far as she knew, her twelve-year-old was happy, had plenty of friends and was doing great in school. She was wrapping up seventh grade, had mostly As and Bs and, perhaps until today, had never been in trouble at school.
“Do you think it’s really bad?” she asked.
Paris, a pretty brunette with hazel eyes and an easy smile, rolled her eyes. “I love you, but if I had psychic powers I would use them to win the lottery. Jagger’s a sweetie. Maybe the teacher wants to give her an award. Don’t assume the worst.”
Laurel pressed a hand to her belly, wishing the yucky feeling would go away. “You’re right.” She quickly texted confirming she would be at the school at 2:20. “Maybe it isn’t bad at all. Maybe it’s great. Maybe they’ve decided Jagger is gifted and should start college in the fall. Not that I’ve saved enough to pay for it. I was supposed to have five more years. Oh, wait. If she’s that smart, she’ll get a scholarship. Problem solved!”
Paris’s humor returned. “I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be about her skipping the next five years of school.”
They both laughed before returning their attention to the crate of strawberries Paris had set on her battered desk. Each berry was a beautiful deep red and large, with that perfect shape. Next to the crate was an open box with scraps of fabric, glue, toothpicks, doll clothes and random pieces of doll furniture.
“I have the stage from when I did Romeo and Juliet with zucchini last summer,” Paris said, digging through the box. “I think I saved the costumes.”
“Zucchini costumes aren’t going to fit strawberries.” Laurel paused. “Weirdest thing I’ve ever said.”
“Last time we brainstormed about my fruit of the month, we decided on dancing asparagus. That was pretty weird.”
“But effective.”
The Los Lobos Farm Stand, a fruit and vegetable stand by the highway in Los Lobos, had been in Paris’s family for three generations and was popular with both locals and tourists. Laurel was helping her friend expand her presence on social media. Part of that was a featured fruit—or vegetable—of the month. Sometimes the item chosen was simply photographed but other times Paris went all out with props, costumes and staging. The first strawberries of the season seemed event worthy.
“So we’re agreed,” Paris said, motioning to the crate. “A strawberry concert.”
Laurel nodded as she opened her backpack. She pulled out a sheet of paper printed with six tiny stand microphones. They would cut those out and glue them onto toothpicks. The stage Paris already had would be the backdrop. They would dress the strawberries, set them in front of the microphones and take pictures for all the fruit stand’s accounts. Once that was done, the stage would be placed on a shelf by the fresh flowers. Customers liked seeing it in person and getting their pictures taken beside it.
Two hours later six strawberries had been dressed in bits of lace or covered in glitter. Three sported pipe cleaner headpieces. The little microphones were in place and they’d used miniature cactus and wisps of decorative grasses to fill in the back of the stage.
“‘Strawberry Fields Forever,’” Paris said with a laugh.
“It’s going to be a hit.”
Laurel collected the halo lights she’d brought from her barn and set them up around the stage, then took about thirty pictures. They saved the dozen or so best ones.
“I’ll write the backstory tonight,” Paris said. “And post everything tomorrow. What are you going to do between now and 2:20?”
“Panic. Tell myself not to panic. I might also worry a little.”
Paris hugged her. “Jagger isn’t in trouble. It’s not in her nature. Have a little faith.”
“I have a text from her teacher. Panic is required. It’s in the parent handbook.”
“Then you need an updated version.” Paris walked her to her minivan. “Let me know what happens.”
“You’ll be the first. We’re still on for book club?”
“You know it. I’m reading and loving Mackenzie’s Mountain.”
“Me, too.” Laurel grinned. “I mean come on. Wolf Mackenzie? I have no interest in dating but there’s something about that man.”
Paris sighed. “He’s sexy and powerful. I just know he has a really low, velvet-on-chocolate voice. The man makes me swoon and I think we can all agree I’m not the swooning type.”
“It’s the power of a good writer with a great story. Talk soon.”
Laurel left and drove back to her place, bypassing the big Victorian where she lived with her daughters and heading for her oversize barn. The massive structure was solid enough with a good roof. It needed paint and possibly new windows, but her priorities this past year had been getting more shelving and upgrading her shipping area, while also refurbishing the mother-in-law apartment in her house so she could rent it out and get some income from the unused space. Windows and paint were on next year’s list.
She spent the time until she had to leave for the middle school taking pictures of items she was ready to list on eBay, including several pieces of Carnival glass she’d bought at an estate sale in Riverside. Three photo boxes sat on a counter on the west side of her barn. Two were large enough to hold a decent-sized lamp or piece of artwork. One had a white background, the other black. Her third photo box was smaller, for things like jewelry or Glassybaby votive candle holders with the advantage of different colored backdrops.
She focused on getting the right shots, using a ruler to show the size. The largest Carnival glass platter had a small chip on the bottom and she shot it from a foot away, as well as close-up. When she posted the pictures, she would add an arrow so no one missed the chip. Her customers should be delighted by what they bought, not disappointed.
She left in plenty of time for her appointment and, after signing in at the front desk, walked into Mrs. Krysty’s empty homeroom class at exactly 2:19.
The fortysomething teacher with prematurely gray hair smiled as soon as she saw Laurel.
“You look panicked.”
“I’m having some breathing issues,” Laurel admitted lightly, shaking the other woman’s hand before sitting in the chair next to her desk. “I don’t usually get asked in for either of my girls.”
“That’s right. Jagger has a younger sister.”
“Ariana. She’s ten. She’ll be in middle school next fall.”
“We look forward to having her.” Mrs. Krysty rested her hands on the desk. “I want to start by saying that Jagger’s doing well in all her classes. I spoke to her other teachers myself and they think she’s an excellent student. She’s friendly, cooperative, bright and well-liked.”
The other woman smiled. “She seems to be a natural leader and has no trouble expressing her opinion.”
Laurel told herself to relax, that so far nothing bad was being shared—only she was pretty sure there was a giant “but” in her future.
“There have been a few odd comments,” Mrs. Krysty said slowly.
Odd comments? “About what?”
“It’s more a who.” She paused. “About men, actually.”
“Men? What does that mean?”
“Last week, in her European history class, the teacher showed how the Cold War was linked to World War II and other events of the past hundred years. Jagger said wars were started by men and if they would mind their own business, the world would be a better place.”
Mrs. Krysty offered a faint smile. “Conversation became heated and Jagger and another student got into a shouting match. Jagger told him that men have always subjugated women, that they only care about themselves and not their families, and for him to give her one example of a woman starting a war. Any war.”
“She’s not wrong,” Laurel murmured. “Women haven’t been in power until recently so they couldn’t start wars, but I’m guessing that isn’t your point.”
“No. In her social studies class they were discussing different forms of courtship. How some customs are similar to what we’re familiar with and some are not. The example was that even in modern India, many couples use matchmakers.”
Mrs. Krysty put on her reading glasses and glanced at her notes. “Jagger said she was never getting married because men can’t be trusted and always let you down. Women would be better off living together in groups and only letting in men so they can have babies, then locking them out.”
She dropped her glasses to the desk. “I understand you and Jagger’s father are recently divorced and that’s always traumatic for the children, but this seems like more than that. Jagger seems to dislike and mistrust men.”
“That can’t be true,” Laurel said automatically, as confused by what her daughter meant as by where she’d developed that attitude. “She’s never said anything to me.”
At least she didn’t think she had. It wasn’t as if they sat around discussing gender roles and whether or not men made good fathers in general. She knew Jagger was furious with her dad for leaving and that her oldest had become protective, but not to the point where she didn’t like men.
“What about the male role models in her life?” Mrs. Krysty asked. “How is she getting along with them?”
“Male role models?”
“Yes. An uncle, or grandfather. A family friend. Perhaps someone you’re seeing.”
“You mean am I dating? God, no. Not only does love turn women into idiots, the last thing I need in my life is some man screwing up everything that I’ve…” Her voice trailed off as horror swept through her.
