*I was given a copy of this book by Stephanie’s Book Reports in exchange for an honest review.
5 Huge and Heart warming stars for Unforgettable Sun, the third book in the Hale Brothers series, by Kathryn Andrews!
I fell in love with Kathryn’s writing when my friend, Stephanie, asked me to read and review her debut novel, Drops of Rain. That love only increased with the 2nd book, Starless Nights along with this final installment.
Matt is the youngest of the Hale brothers, and his story is one of despair as well as inspiration. Matt has carried a horrible secret for most of his life, and that secret has led him to believe that he only deserves a life of loneliness and desperation. However, this all changes when Elle Summers makes a reappearance in his life. How best to describe Elle? She is simply beautiful. She possesses both inner and outer beauty. Elle has been used and criticized by her mother for years. When she finally reaches her breaking point, Elle returns to the only place she has ever felt at peace, her aunt’s home on Anna Maria Island, Florida. As a child, she thought Matt Hale was cute, but when she sees him years later, she realizes what an incredibly handsome and sexy man he has become. She and Matt share an instant attraction, and after spending some time together, that attraction turns to love. Do they automatically find their happily ever after? Heck No!! Matt is still struggling with the secrets from the past. To sum up Matt’s situation perfectly, I need only to use a quote from the book made by Leila to Elle. She says that “Matt has to let go of his past, so he can find his future”.
I swear this has to be one of the most beautiful and touching series that I have ever read! In each book, Kathryn will break your heart only to end up putting it back together in the end, If you haven’t read these books, do yourself a favor and one click them now!
**On a side note, this book touched me in a special way. You see Elle has an illness, and with each new symptom that was revealed, she sounded more and more like me. Imagine my surprise when it is finally revealed that Elle suffers from Rheumatoid Arthritis! I have lived with this terrible disease for over ten years now, and with the way Kathryn described not only the symptoms but some of the medications that are used to treat it as well, it is obvious that she either knows someone who suffers from this disease or she did a heck of a lot of research on it! Thank you, Kathryn, for shedding some much needed light on a disease that few people understand. 🙂
ElleDust kicks up around the tires as I drive down the little side road made up of a mix of dirt, sand, and crushed oyster shells. Up ahead of me, I stare at the house that still looks as picturesque as the first time that I saw it.
A mixture of unwelcome feelings course through me. On one hand, this place feels like home, although it never was, and on the other, it’s the home she—my mother—always wanted and couldn’t have.
The house is a large light blue Key West style home with white columns, a huge wrap around porch, and what seems like endless amounts of windows to let the light in. It faces west and I remember every night at dusk the golden light poured in through the windows warming the home, making it feel all buttery and perfect.
Parking the car on the circular drive, I get out and take a deep breath. I made it. The air is crisper than I expected and smells clean. Looking around, I see that not much has changed here and the familiarity this brings me is comforting.
Slowly, I walk up the porch steps to approach the front door. Assuming that she might just be waking up, I knock softly over ringing the doorbell. My heart is pounding in my chest and my palms are sweaty. Wiping them on my pants, I just stand here and wait for the door to open. A moment of regret sweeps through me. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here. Maybe I should have gone to a hotel.
It suddenly hits me; why did I come here? Out of all the places I could have gone, the car steered itself here. Maybe it’s because deep down, I know I have nowhere else to go, or maybe it’s the thought that the last time I truly felt happy and content, was here.
The soft thud of footsteps gets louder as they quickly near the door, I stop breathing.
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