A bittersweet inheritance reunites three estranged sisters in a novel of family, trust, and forgiveness from New York Times bestselling author Carolyn Brown.
When they were growing up, Dana, Harper, and Tawny thought of themselves as “sometimes sisters.” They connected only during the summer month they’d all spend at their grandmother’s rustic lakeside resort in north Texas. But secrets started building, and ten years have passed since they’ve all been together—in fact, they’ve rarely spoken, and it broke their grandmother’s heart.
Now she’s gone, leaving Annie’s Place to her granddaughters—twelve cabins, a small house, a café, a convenience store, and a lot of family memories. It’s where Dana, Harper, and Tawny once shared so many good times. They’ve returned, sharing only hidden regrets, a guarded mistrust, and haunting guilt. But now, in this healing summer place, the secrets that once drove them apart could bring them back together—especially when they discover that their grandmother may have been hiding something, too…
To overcome the past and find future happiness, these “sometimes sisters” have one more chance to realize they are always family.
Carolyn Brown has never disappointed me, whether it be sweet and
sexy cowboy romance or contemporary fiction. "The Sometimes Sisters"
is beyond a doubt my absolute favorite of hers. My heart was broken and then
each piece was put back a little differently than before I had begun reading
this story. It became a part of me. I loved the emotions, the authentic
relationships, the harsh realities of life, the secrets and above all the
successes. Each sister appealed to me in her own unique way and I relished
learning about their triumphs and tragedies. Annie’s granddaughter was the
lovely mixture of old soul and teenager and I loved how she seemed to be the
glue holding the siblings together at first. This was a truly beautiful story.
Uncle Zed is the kind of influence everyone deserves in their life. I only wish
I’d been able to meet Granny Annie. The location was perfect, almost a major character
itself but it never overwhelmed the story, just added to it. If you're looking
for a fabulous read, that will leave you feeling not only content, but happy
with the world, I urge you to pick "The Sometimes Sisters" up. It is
a feel good story. We can all use one of those in our lives.
The Story: Granny Annie may no longer be here, but with the help
of her lifelong friend Zed she is determined to bring together her
granddaughters who have been estranged from one another for a decade. All three
granddaughters and a great-granddaughter loved Annie and Uncle Zed and they
will do anything for them even if it means pretending to be a family. But what
happens when it’s not all pretend?
Tomorrow! Tomorrow! It's only a day away and then The Sometimes Sisters will be on the shelves!!
A little excerpt from the beginning of the book...
Time stopped as he hugged her closer to his chest. One
heart beat steadily as it silently shattered. The other heart that had kept
perfect time with his for decades had entered into eternity without him.
“Why, God!” he moaned. “I was supposed to go before her.”
Stop it! Annie’s voice was so
real in his head that he watched her lips to see if she might start breathing
again. I told you that there would be no mourning. We’ll be
together again before long—remember when we were separated while you were in
the military. You’ve got work to do now. So suck it up, Zedekiah, and call the
They’d talked about this moment for three months and
gotten all the pieces in order. Even though they’d argue about things sometimes,
the plan was in place for the next step, as she called it. And now it was up to
him to make sure that her wishes were carried out. But dear sweet Jesus, he’d never
thought about the pain when he’d have to let her go for good.
He laid her gently on the pillow, laced his darker fingers
with her paler ones, and bent to kiss each knuckle. “Oh, Annie, life without
you isn’t life at all.”
The girls will help, the voice
in his head said sweetly. Now let me go, Zed. You’ve got
things to do.
“I can’t,” he groaned.
He sat with her for half an hour before he made the call
to the doctor, who was also the coroner for the county. When they came to get
her, he accompanied the gurney to the van with his hand on hers.
NEXT TUESDAY, FEB. 27, The Sometimes Sisters, Harper, Dana and Tawny will all meet up together at the resort for the first time in ten years. A little excerpt about when Harper first arrived:
Harper slowed down at the liquor store but didn’t stop. Her
sisters, Tawny and Dana, would judge her as it was. If she came in with a brown
paper bag under her arm, they’d have a field day. First right-hand turn before
the bridge and there it was—twelve cabins located behind the combination
convenience store and café. Then just a short distance from the cabins was a
small white two-bedroom house. That’s where Granny Annie lived and where Harper
and her two sisters had come to visit for a month every summer—but that all
came to a screeching halt the summer before Harper’s sixteenth birthday in
Beer, bait and bologna--what Granny Annie called her store. It did offer a little more than that, with
bread and other snacks and a shelf of over-the-counter medicine like sunblock
or sunburn lotion, for those folks who forgot to bring those items with them. They also had milk and soft drinks in the refrigerator section, a big minnow
tank, and a special fridge to hold stink bait, plus two gas pumps out front to
keep the boats as well as the cars and trucks all fueled up and ready to go.
She could see each shelf in her mind’s eye as she drove
around the back of the store to the café entrance. Uncle Zed cooked up the best
food in all of North Texas at the café, and Flora took care of the cleaning.
Three old folks had kept the place going for decades, and now one of them was
She parked her truck and leaned her head back, shutting
her eyes. She’d made it. No spare tire and the gas tank, as well as her wallet,
were empty. “On fumes and prayers,” she whispered as she inhaled the pungent
aroma of the lake water along with the smell of freshly mown grass and the
first roses of summer, all mixed together with cigarette smoke. Lake Side
Resort, as the faded sign above the door proclaimed, had not changed a bit.
Uncle Zed rounded the end of the porch and waved. His
green eyes looked out of place in that ebony-black skin. His curly hair, once
black as coal and cropped short, now had a heavy mixture of white sprinkled in
it and was a little longer, but he would be at least seventy by now—maybe even seventy
one or seventy two. He and Harper’s grandmother and late grandfather were all
the same age. He still looked like he needed rocks in his pockets to keep a
spring breeze from blowing him into the lake, but he’d always been a beanpole
and he’d always worn bibbed overalls. Some things didn’t change with time—thank