The Summer Country is coming your way on May 21, 2019. When family secrets begin to unravel and the harsh truth of history becomes more and more plain, Emily must challenge everything she thought she knew about her family, their legacy.

Why would her practical-minded grandfather leave her a property in ruins? Why are the neighboring plantation owners, the Davenants, so eager to acquire Peverills-so eager that they invite Emily and her cousins to stay with them indefinitely? Emily finds herself bewitched by the tropical beauty of the island even as she’s drawn into the personalities and politics of forty years before: a tangled history of clandestine love, heartbreaking betrayal, and a bold bid for freedom. When Emily accompanies her cousin and his new wife to Barbados, she finds Peverills a burnt-out shell, reduced to ruins in 1816, when a rising of enslaved people sent the island up in flames. Rumors swirl around the derelict plantation people whisper of ghosts. But when her grandfather dies, Emily receives an unexpected inheiritance: Peverills, a sugar plantation in Barbados-a plantation her grandfather never told anyone he owned. Everyone knows that the family’s lucrative shipping business will go to her cousin, Adam, one day. Emily Dawson has always been the poor cousin in a prosperous merchant clan-merely a vicar’s daughter, and a reform-minded vicar’s daughter, at that.

The New York Times bestselling historical novelist delivers her biggest, boldest, and most ambitious novel yet-a sweeping, dramatic Victorian epic of lost love, lies, jealousy, and rebellion set in colonial Barbados.ġ854. Kaye and The Thorn Birds and old school epics? Is it just me, or does this cover make you think of M.M. It took years of research, more than I ever wanted to know about cholera, and a great deal of agonizing over, well, everything, but the Barbados book is finally done, and I’m terribly proud of it. I kept coming back to this story, again and again, until finally, a decade later, my agent said, “Stop talking about it and just write it already!” Years and years ago (and by years and years ago, I mean back when the Pink Carnation series was in single digits, back before I wrote stand alone novels, back before I had children– actually, so far back, I wasn’t even married yet), I went on a plantation tour in the Caribbean and heard a story that haunted me, a story about a child passed off as the “Portuguese ward” of the plantation owner, a child separated from her mother, a child who died in a fire.

The Summer Country by Lauren Willig