Alice Scott is an eternal optimist still dreaming of her big writing break. Hayden Anderson is a Pulitzer-prize winning human thundercloud. And theyâre both on balmy Little Crescent Island for the same reason: to write the biography of a woman no one has seen in yearsâor at least to meet with the octogenarian who claims to be the Margaret Ives. Tragic heiress, former tabloid princess, and daughter of one of the most storied (and scandalous) families of the twentieth century.
When Margaret invites them both for a one-month trial period, after which sheâll choose the person whoâll tell her story, there are three things keeping Aliceâs head in the game.
One: Alice genuinely likes people, which means people usually like Aliceâand she has a whole month to win the legendary woman over.
Two: Sheâs ready for this job and the chance to impress her perennially unimpressed family with a Serious Publication.
Three: Hayden Anderson, who should have no reason to be concerned about losing this book, is glowering at her in a shaken-to-the core way that suggests he sees her as competition.
But the problem is, Margaret is only giving each of them pieces of her story. Pieces they canât swap to put together because of an ironclad NDA and an inconvenient yearning pulsing between them every time theyâre in the same room.
And itâs becoming abundantly clear that their storyâjust like the tale Margaretâs spinningâcould be a mystery, tragedy, or love ballad . . . depending on whoâs telling it
Why You Should Read This Book
Tropes
Trigger Warnings
Great Big Beautiful Life
âYou know, my mother was ahead of her time. The kind of woman who wanted to have it all. She knew she deserved it too. But the problem is, once you love someone, you canât have it all anymore. Love comes with sacrifice. Thatâs how it works.â
âHe was the one who built the House of Ives as the world knows it. But Iâve always thought of him as the beginning of the end. The stepping stone that decided the entire path. The first domino that tipped. The one who, for better or worse, set every moment of my life into motion.â
âRemembering my decisions donât make much of a difference in the end.â
âPretending everythingâs fine only works for so long. And I donât know. It freaks me out a little, that I couldâŚthat I could feel like this, about someone whoâs good at pretending to be fine. That I could miss it, if youâre actually not. It was about me. Like you said.â
âFor the one you love? Anything. You unmake the world and build a new one. You do anything to give them what they need.â
âI promise. I love touching you. I love kissing you. I love hanging out with you. I love this.â
âBut this is who I am, and even if you donât understand it, couldnât you just pretend for a few days a year that you respect me? That you like me? Because I canât figure out how to be anyone else, and itâs lonely, itâs so fucking lonely being the person who doesnât belong in this family.â
âIâve always felt most myself when Iâm alone.â
âI feel like youâre mine. Like youâre mine in a way no one else ever has been.â
âWhen you donât have the people who love you around, reminding you who you are, that story feels bigger and realer than anything else. You lose yourself inside the character with your name and face.â
âSometimes I just miss this. Being close to someone. Being touched. Not just sex, I mean.â
âI think she loves me because Iâm her daughter. But Iâve never felt sure she loves me because Iâm me. Does that make sense?â
âBut if you want something done right, you donât go with easy. Iâve thought about it, and this is how I want to do it.â
âEvery bad thing that every perfect stranger said about him mattered. Because he wasnât used to discounting it. He was used to peopleâs opinions of him having been formed byâŚwell, him. His actions and intentions, their personal experience with him.â
âSad for Peggy. That was my favorite song on the album. âPeggy All the Time.â And I donât know, I just knew it had to be true. That you couldnât write a love song like that if you hadnât found a once-in-a-lifetime love. And I didnât want her to have lost the person who gave her that.â
âInappropriate? I didnât think so. Curious? Exceptionally, seeing as how my husband had to have passed away at least thirty years before you were even born.â
âItâs just that somehow, almost everything you say makes me want to kiss you.â
âI understood what really mattered. I understood my priorities. I understood what, in this life, was nonnegotiable for me. A lot of people donât find that out until itâs too late. They wait to say things, and they donât get the chance. So collecting other peopleâs stories, learning from their mistakes, it is a gift too. You are who you are right now in part because of what you did for Len and his family. You canât control any of that other stuff you worry about, but you can control what you do.â
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