A Women’s Fiction dual narrative that is set in the same beautiful mansion in both contemporary South Australia and in the 1930s. How much of who we are is destiny and how much chance?In 1934, the three Miss Allens – Ruby, Adeline and Clara – arrive in the seaside town of Remarkable Bay for their annual summer holiday. It’s the last time they’ll spend summers as a family. Adeline is engaged, Ruby … Adeline is engaged, Ruby is weighing up an offer, and Clara is just eighteen and about to start her life. But by summer’s end, the lives they have known will change irrevocably and a mysterious secret will tear the family apart.
Eighty–two years later, Ruby’s great–granddaughter Roma Harris moves to the now sleepy Remarkable Bay, retreating from tragedy. Roma’s distant cousin Addy arrives too, fleeing a life with too much drama. It’s only when the women discover an old guest book that they start asking questions about the mysterious third Miss Allen. Who was she? Why has she disappeared from the family’s history?
If they solve this mystery from their past, could it change the women’s futures?
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Descendants of the Miss Allens discover there were not two sisters, as they had always thought, but three. Who was the missing Miss Allen? Why had she vanished from the oral history of the Allen family? Romantic novels aren’t my favorite genre, but I loved this one because it’s also historic and a mystery. The characters seem so authentic I felt as though I knew them personally. The Australian setting was an added bonus. I hated to see this one end!
Well I stayed up until after 1 last night to finish this book. I enjoyed it a lot. While it was somewhat predictable, the writing was smooth, the characters believable and just fun. My normal genre is mystery/thriller, but the description caught my eye, and I’m glad it did, I recommend this book as a great beach read, (although that wasn’t where I was)
Sounded like a really good book. First few pages were well written and I was excited to read it. Then the language got really rough. I don’t like reading gutter language, it’s a personal thing, so I stopped reading it. Wouldn’t recommend it to any of my friends. None of us talk that way