Summer at Willow Lake

Summer at Willow Lake

by Susan Wiggs

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Overview

The Lakeshore Chronicles have captivated thousands of readers with unforgettable characters, warm humor and engaging stories. Summer at Willow Lake is the story that started it all. Meet Olivia, Connor and the families and friends of Willow Lake that make these emotional romances must-reads.

Olivia Bellamy reluctantly trades a trendy Manhattan summer for her family’s old resort camp in the Catskills to renovate the bungalow colony for her grandparents, who want one last summer together filled with fun, friends and family. A posh resort in its heyday, the camp is now in disarray and Olivia is forced to hire contractor Connor Davis—a still-smoldering flame from her own summers at camp.

But as the days grow warm, not even the inviting blue waters of Willow Lake can cool the passions flaring or keep shocking secrets at bay. The nostalgic joy of summers past breathes new promise into a special place and people…a promise meant to last long after the season ends.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781460397367
Publisher: MIRA Books
Publication date: 11/01/2016
Series: Lakeshore Chronicles Series , #1
Sold by: HARLEQUIN
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 4,082
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Susan Wiggs is the author of many beloved bestsellers, including the popular Lakeshore Chronicles series. She has won many awards for her work, including a RITA from Romance Writers of America. Visit her website at www.SusanWiggs.com.

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Summer 1991

Lolly." The tall, lanky boy hiking up the trail behind her spoke for the first time since they left base camp. "What the hell kind of name is Lolly?"

"The kind that's stenciled on the back of my shirt," she said, flipping a brown pigtail over one shoulder. To her dismay, she felt herself blushing. Cripes, he was just a dumb boy, and all he'd done was ask her a simple question.

Wrong, she thought, hearing a game-show buzz in her head. He was pretty much the cutest boy in Eagle Lodge, the twelve-to-fourteens. And it hadn't been a question so much as a smart remark designed to rattle her. Plus, he said hell. Lolly would never admit it, but she didn't like swearing. Whenever she tried saying a swearword herself, she always stammered and blushed, and everyone could instantly see how uncool she was.

"Got it," the kid muttered, and as soon as the trail curved around a bend, he passed her with a rude muttering that was probably meant to be an "Excuse me." He trudged on, whistling an old Talking Heads tune without missing a note.

They were doing a pairs hike, the first activity of the season. It was designed to familiarize them with the camp layout, and with another camper. They had been paired up as they'd gotten off the bus, while their duffel bags and belongings were being sorted and taken to their cabins. She had wound up with the lanky boy because they had both been last to disembark. She had folded her arms across her chest and sniffed, "I'm your new best friend."

He'd taken one look at her and shrugged, saying with an air of false nobility, "'Barkis is willing.'"

The show-off. Lolly had pretended not to be impressed to hear him quoting from David Copperfield. She had also pretended not to see the way some of the other boys snickered and elbowed him, ribbing him for getting stuck with Lolly Bellamy.

He wasn't the typical Kioga camper, and as someone who had been coming here since she was eight years old, she would know. This boy, a first-timer, was rough around the edges, his hair too long, his cargo shorts too low-slung. Maybe he even looked a little dangerous, with his pale blue eyes and dark hair, a combination that was both cool and disconcerting.

Through gaps in the trees, she could see people walking in pairs or foursomes, chattering away. It was only the first day of camp, yet already, kids were figuring out who they were going to be friends with this year. Lolly already knew they had ruled her out, of course. They always did. If it wasn't for her cousins, she'd be up a tree, for sure.

She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and felt a dull thud of envy in her gut as she looked at the other campers, who already seemed totally at ease around one another. Even the new ones, like the lanky boy, seemed to fit in. Fresh off the camp bus, they strolled side by side, yakking away and laughing. Some of the girls wore their camp hoodies slung nonchalantly over their shoulders, their innate fashion sense evident even with the regulation clothes. Most of the boys had their Kioga bandannas tied around their foreheads, Rambo style. Everybody strutted about as though they owned the place.

And of course, that was kind of funny. None of these kids owned Kioga. But Lolly did.

Well, in a way. The summer camp belonged to her nana and granddad. Back when she was in the Fledglings, the eight-to-elevens, she used to lord her status over the other kids, but it never really worked. Most kids didn't give a hoot about that.

The tall boy found a hickory stick and used it to beat at the underbrush or to lean on as he walked. His gaze darted around watchfully, as though he expected something to jump out at him.

"So I guess your name is Ronnoc," she said at last.

He scowled and shot a glance over his shoulder at her. "Huh?"

"Says so on the back of your shirt."

"It's inside out, genius."

"It was just a joke."

"Ha, ha." He stabbed the hickory stick into the ground.

Their destination was the summit of Saddle Mountain, which wasn't exactly a mountain, more like a big hill. Once they finally reached the top, they'd find a fire pit with log benches arranged in a circle around it. This was the site of many camp traditions. Nana once said that in the days of the first settlers, travelers would make signal fires at high points like this one in order to communicate longdistance. It was on the tip of Lolly's tongue to share the bit of trivia with her partner, but she clamped her mouth shut.

She had already made up her mind not to like this kid. Truth be told, she had made up her mind not to like anybody this summer. Her two favorite cousins, Frankie—short for Francine—and Dare, usually came with her, and they always made Lolly feel as if she had actual friends. But this year, they were driving to California with their parents, Aunt Peg and Uncle Clyde. Lolly's own parents didn't do that kind of traveling. They only did the kind you could brag about afterward. Her parents pretty much liked anything they could brag about—trips, real estate, antiques, artwork. They even bragged about Lolly, but that was a stretch. Especially now, after sixth grade, the year her marks went down and her weight went up. The year of the divorce.

Now, there's something to brag about, she thought.

"We're supposed to learn three things about each other," said the boy who had no sense of humor, the boy she didn't want to befriend. "Then when we get to the top, we have to introduce each other to the group."

"I don't want to know three things about you," she said airily.

"Yeah, well. Ditto."

The getting-to-know-you fireside chat was always tedious, which was a shame, because it didn't have to be. The little kids were best at it because they didn't know which things to keep to themselves, and which to share. Lolly was a perfect example of that. A year ago, she'd blurted out, "My parents are getting a divorce" and had dissolved into tears, and her life had been a nightmare ever since. But at least back then, her admission had been genuine. In this age group, she already knew the introductions would be totally boring or phony or both.

"I wish we could skip it," she said. "It's going to be a complete drag. The younger kids are more interesting because at least they'll say anything."

"What do you mean, anything?"

"Like if their uncle is being investigated by the SEC or their brother has a third nipple."

"A what?"

Lolly probably shouldn't have brought it up, but she knew he'd bug her until she explained. "You heard me," she said.

"A third nipple. That's total BS. Nobody has that."

"Huh. Bebe Blackmun once told the whole group that her brother has three."

"Did you see it?" he challenged.

"Like I would even want to." She shuddered. "Ew."

"It's bullshit."

She sniffed, determined to appear unimpressed by his swearing. "I bet you have an extra one." She didn't know why she said it. She knew the chances of him having three nipples were zip.

"Yeah, right," he said, stopping on the trail and turning. In one graceful motion, he peeled off his T-shirt right there in the woods, in front of her face, so fast she didn't have time to react.

"You want to count 'em?" he demanded.

Her face lit with a blush and she marched past him, staring straight ahead. Idiot, she thought. I am such an idiot. What was I thinking?

"Maybe you have three nipples," he said with mocking laughter in his voice. "Maybe I should count yours."

"You're crazy." She kept marching.

"You're the one who brought it up."

"I was just trying to make conversation because you're totally, one hundred percent boooring."

"Uh-huh," he said. "That's me. Boooring." He sashayed around her, mimicking her walk. He hadn't put his shirt back on but had tucked it in the back waistband of his cargo shorts. With the First-Blood headband and the shirt hanging down like the back half of a loincloth, he looked like a savage. Very Lord of the Flies.

He was a total show-off. He—

She stumbled over a tree root, and had to grab for a nearby branch to steady herself. He turned, and she could have sworn she'd seen his arm flash out to keep her from falling, but he quickly resumed walking without touching her. She stared at him, not to be rude or nosy but this time out of concern.

"What's that on your back?" she asked bluntly.

"What?" Mr. Lord of the Flies scowled unpleasantly at her.

"At first I thought you forgot to bathe, but I think you have a really huge bruise." She pointed to the back of his rib cage.

He stopped and twisted around, his face almost comically contorted. "I don't have any stinking bruise. Man, you're kind of creepy. Extra nipples and now phantom bruises."

"I'm looking right at it." In spite of her annoyance at him, she felt a small twinge of compassion. The bruise was healing. She could tell by the way the color bloomed in the middle and faded at the edges. But it must've really hurt when it happened.

His eyes narrowed and his face turned hard, and for a second, he looked menacing. "It's nothing," he stated. "I fell off my bike. Big deal." He whipped around and kept going, hurrying so that Lolly had to rush to keep up.

"Look, I didn't mean to make you mad."

"I'm not mad at you," he barked at her, and walked even faster.

That was quick, she thought. Her first enemy of the summer. There were sure to be many more to follow. She had a knack for bringing out dislike in people.

Even though Connor said he wasn't mad at her, he was mad about something. There was fury in his taut muscles, his sharp movements. Big deal, so he hurt himself riding a bike. Usually when you fell off a bike, though, the casualties were elbows and knees, maybe the head. Not the back, unless you went tumbling down a hill and slammed into something really hard. Unless you were lying about what really happened.

She was both intrigued by and disappointed in this boy. Disappointed because she desperately wanted to dislike him and not have to think about him again, all summer long. And intrigued because he was more interesting than he had a right to be. He was kind of edgy, too, with that too-long hair, low-slung pants, high-tops repaired with duct tape. And there was something in his eyes besides the usual stupid boy stuff. Those same ice-cube eyes that had read David Copperfield had probably seen things a girl like Lolly couldn't even imagine.

They hiked around a hairpin bend in the path, and a loud, steady rush of water greeted them.

"Whoa," Connor said, tilting back his head to look at the hundred-foot waterfall. It gushed from some unseen source high above, tumbling over rocks, droplets turning to mist on impact. Everywhere the sunlight shone through, rainbows glowed. "That's awesome," he said, his cranky mood apparently forgotten.

"Meerskill Falls," she said, raising her voice over the roar of the falling water. "One of the tallest in the state. Come on, you can get a good view of it from the bridge."

Meerskill Bridge had been constructed in the 1930s by a government work crew. Dizzyingly tall, the arched concrete structure spanned the gorge, with the falls crashing wildly below. "The locals call this Suicide Bridge because people have killed themselves jumping from it."

"Yeah, sure." He seemed drawn to the cascade, which misted the trail on either side, cultivating a carpet of moss and lush ferns.

"I'm serious. That's why there's a chain-link fence over the top of the bridge." She scrambled to keep up with him. "It was supposedly put up, like, fifty years ago, after two teenagers jumped off it."

"How do you know they jumped?" he asked. The mist clung to his dark hair and his eyelashes, making him look even cuter.

Lolly wondered if the mist made her look cute, too. Probably not. It only fogged her glasses. "I guess they just know," she said. They reached the bridge deck and passed under the arch formed by the safety fence.

"Maybe they fell by accident. Maybe they were pushed. Maybe they never existed in the first place."

"Are you always such a skeptic?" she asked.

"Only when somebody's telling me some bullshit story."

"It's not bull. You can ask anybody." She stuck her nose in the air and marched to the end of the bridge and around the bend without waiting to see if he followed. They hiked along in silence for a while. By now, they were seriously lagging behind the rest of the group but he didn't seem to care, and Lolly decided that she didn't, either. Today's hike wasn't a race, anyway.

She kept stealing sideways glances at him. Maybe she would experiment with liking this guy, just a little. "Hey, check it out." She lowered her voice to a whisper as the path skirted a sloping meadow dotted with wildflowers and fringed by birch trees. "Two fawns and a doe."

"Where?" He craned his neck around the woods.

"Shh. Be really quiet." She beckoned, leading him off the path. Deer were not exactly rare in these parts, but it was always amazing to see the fawns in their soft-looking spotted coats and their big, shy eyes. The deer were in an open glade, the little ones sticking close to their mother while she browsed on grass and leaves. Lolly and Connor stopped at the edge of the glade and watched.

Lolly motioned for Connor to sit next to her on a fallen log. She took a pair of field glasses from her fanny pack and handed them to him.

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Summer at Willow Lake (Lakeshore Chronicles Series #1) 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 235 reviews.
beckymmoe More than 1 year ago
I pretty much went backwards here, because I read the Lakeshore Chronicles #8 (Marrying Daisy Bellamy) before I read #1, but I'm not terribly sorry that I did. I enjoyed both books, and by reading the newest one first I got rid of all that pesky "will they or won't they?" bit. (Not that there really is any, but still. You never know.) Summer at Willow Lake introduces us to the Bellamys and to Camp Kioga, a family and a location that feature prominently in the rest of the series. This novel focuses on Olivia Bellamy, the only child of a wealthy but unhappy-until-they-get-divorced couple. Olivia spent summers at her grandparents' summer camp, Camp Kioga, of which she has mostly uncomfortable memories. Lolly, as she was called back then, compensated for her tense home situation by overeating, and this made her awkward and out of place at camp. She slims down in college, gains much needed self-esteem, and as a adult owns her own business in New York; her love life, though, leaves much to be desired. As the novel begins, Olivia is just about to be almost engaged for the third time...but gets dumped instead. Her grandmother asks her to oversee the renovations of Camp Kioga, which has been closed now for many years so that her grandparents' fiftieth wedding anniversary party can be held there. Olivia agrees, not realizing that by doing so she will come into direct--and near constant--contact with Connor Davis, local contractor and the boy who broke her heart so many summers ago. A touching start to the series, Wiggs gives readers a nice introduction to the characters and locations that will feature prominantly in the next seven books. I'll be looking for #2 soon!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was difficult at times to keep up with the story. The author bounced from past and present day too much. Once i got past that, it was easier. Overall, it was an excellent book.
Mobar More than 1 year ago
This was the first book that I have read by this author. I will definitely be reading more of her books!
muffin1 More than 1 year ago
I'VE ENJOYED EACH ONE OF THE SERIES OF LAKESHORE CHRONICLES, ON FIFTH ONE RIGHT NOW. VERY WELL WRITTEN AND INTERESTING. WOULD HIGHLY RECOMMEN TO ANYONE LOOKING FOR A GOOD STORY AND A LITTLE CLEAN ROMANCE.
wiseowlOH More than 1 year ago
You will feel like you are right there with the Bellamy family. Each member is a story and this is Olivia. If you read one book you will be checking out all of the rest to find out "What happened?" It is a wonderful series. With Susan Wiggs you can hear the lapping of the lake's water and the bird song as thought you were there. I certainly enjoyed my visit.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The back and forth of this story was a bit frustrating. Not that I didn't like the characters. I liked them but I didn't need it to go back to some time in the past. I felt like it was kind of useless. She could have just said so somewhere else. It took forever for Connor and Olivia to finally get together. They waisted a whole summer before doing anything. I skimmed through a lot of useless information to get to that part. I want to go on but I'm a little leary about it the stories are this way.
cinchase More than 1 year ago
Love Susan Wiggs books and this is no exception. Good story and very hard to put down. An excellant, heartwarming, feel good book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is very well written with good characters that have depth. Their personalities shine and they appear to be human. Ms. Wiggs is great about making human frailties surmountable. I kept avoiding reading this series thinking it would be all suagar and sweetness. However much sweetness it does have, it has enough conflict to make it great. I've actually tried two recipes and they are pretty good.
hillarity More than 1 year ago
but unexciting, predictible romance.
Kiko1021 More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading this book. The story was well-paced and the central characters, Olivia and Connor, were both interesting. It was an easy, yet engrossing read. You could put it down and pick it back up and go right back into the story with no trouble. My only complaint is that the resolution is in the last ten pages of the book. This is the first book of The Lakeshore Chronicles, and I can't wait to read the rest of the books. I'm really excited to hear Julian and Daisy's story.
Anonymous 9 months ago
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very memorable characters and it kept me interested the whole time! Will read the series.
halo776 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Connor and Lolly come from different worlds. Connor grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, the product of a selfish mom and an alcoholic father. Lolly has attended the best private schools, experienced exotic overseas vacations, and has grown up with the best money could buy. As outsiders attending Camp Kioga summer camp, however, they somehow became friends and a bond was formed through years of summers together, finally culminating in an intense summer romance after graduation. Now, nine years later, Lolly has returned to Camp Kioga, which has been closed for years. Her grandparents (who own the camp) have hired her to restore the overgrown wilderness to its former beauty so they can host a 50th wedding anniversary party/renewal of vows ceremony at the end of the summer. It just so happens that the only contractor in town is Connor Davis. Connor and Lolly are going to have to work together to transform the camp where they fell in love. Along the way, they uncover deep family secrets and confront their feelings for each other. This is a very romantic read, and I enjoyed every minute of it. It's mainly about Connor and Lolly, obviously, but there are other interesting characters as well. I enjoyed the style; it shifts from present time to the past--before Lolly's parents were married, when Lolly & Connor first met at camp, and their last summer together as counselors nine years ago. The effect is a well-rounded story that's absolutely enjoyable and romantic. The only problem for me was the lack of conflict. It's very predictable, and there's no real opposition for Lolly and Connor this time around. However, all in all it's extremely well-written, and the characters are so well-drawn that it is a delight to watch them fall in love. Highly recommended for lovers of romance.
Pheonix on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was the third book I have read by Susan Wiggs. I love her writing style. It's the perfect type of book to curl up and read on a lazy day or a rainy one.She does a seamless job of telling the historical stories of some lead characters in the book, but doesn't lose the plot or reader in how she goes back and fourth in time. I enjoyed knowing the back story to some of the characters. It gave me a better understanding of what their relationships really were like throiughout their lives and situations.This book is based in upstate New York with a main upper class family running a summer camp for their family members' children and other upper class families. The story revolves around old love and new love and all the adventure and summer steaminess a good fictional romance drama can deliver.The only unfortunate thing I find all too common in Ms. Wiggs' writing is, that her endings are rushed. the pace of the book changes at the end after a steady climax, the story drops off and wraps up. I would really like to see her expand the endings in her books into another chapter or two. It would give the reader a bigger picture of how happy the ending and how the characters future life holds up to expectations built as you read the novels. Other than that, flawless story writing.I rate this book with a 4/5, with my likes and dislikes in mind.P
lrobe190 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
When her grandparents request one last summer with the whole family in the Catskills, Olivia hires contractor Connor Davis to fix up the camp, but gets more than she bargained for when the renovations unearth shocking secrets and searing passion. Wiggs sets her romance in a picture-perfect setting in the Catskill Mountains. Wiggs has a way of making you care about her characters. I look forward to meeting more of the Bellamy family.
njmom3 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A fun easy vacation read.
honeydew69862004 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Summer At Willow Lake is the first book in the Lakeshore Chronicles. It is about Olivia who is going back to her family's camp to revamp it for her grandparents wedding anniversary. While there she sees Conner, once her summertime boyfriend who broke her heart. It is a reread for me but a really good book that kept me smiling and lauging and getting that flutter of emotion during the romance scenes.
punxsygal on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A pleasant, but not outstanding romance.
hammockqueen on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
lost interest although premise could have been good
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Original story. I enjoyed it very much!
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Snowreader More than 1 year ago
Beautiful love story that develops over time. If you've ever felt like you don't fit in, this is a great read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago