TIES by Liz Reinhardt and Steph Campbell:
Ties is a companion book in the Lengths series NOT a sequel. It was written as a stand-alone title. The other books do not need to be read prior to Ties in order to follow the story.
When a shiny new convertible arrives for her twenty-first birthday, Hattie Beckett has had enough of her absent dad trying to buy a place in her life. It’s time for him to face her--or get out of her life forever.
She tosses some clothes in a bag, looks up her father’s last known address, and sets her GPS for Silver Stand, California.
When she arrives at a beach-bum paradise that’s totally foreign to her New England upbringing and finds nothing but an empty lot where her dad maybe once lived, her immediate instinct is to pack up her car and head right back to Connecticut.
But she also finds... Deo. The half-brother she never knew she had. He and his hippy-dippy mom insist that Hattie stick around—at least for the summer. And with all of her friends spending the summer abroad, what else does she have to do?
Her ideas about family are blown wide open as Deo and Marigold pull her in with their charm and love. But there’s still a huge question mark where her dad is concerned, and that question mark definitely looms over her ideas about love and relationships.
When Hattie meets Ryan, the college dropout turned competitive sailor, her perspective flips with her heart. Like it or not, Hattie is falling fast and hard for Ryan... even if it’s the last thing that she expected - and the last thing her newly found brother wants for her.
Steph Campbell grew up in Southern California, but now calls Southwest Louisiana home. She has one husband, four children and a serious nail polish obsession.
Steph's works include Delicate, Grounding Quinn and Beautiful Things Never Last; My Heart for Yours and My Fate for Yours (with Jolene Perry); A Toast to the Good Times (with Liz Reinhardt) and the bestselling new adult LENGTHS series with Liz Reinhardt: Lengths, Depths, Limits, Ties & Riptides.
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Liz Reinhardt was born and raised in the idyllic beauty of northwest NJ. A move to the subtropics of coastal Georgia with her daughter and husband left her with a newly realized taste for the beach and a bloated sunscreen budget. Right alongside these new loves is her old, steadfast affection and longing for bagels and the fast-talking foul mouths of her youth.
She loves Raisinettes, even if they aren't really candy, the Oxford comma, movies that are hilarious or feature zombies, any and all books, but especially romance (the smarter and hotter, the better), the sound of her daughter's incessantly wise and entertaining chatter, and watching her husband work on cars in the driveway.
She is the author of the Brenna Blixen series (Double Clutch, Junk Miles, Slow Twitch), the Youngblood series (Fall Guy, Perfectly Unmatched), and co-writes with the awesome Steph Campbell in the Lengths series (Lengths, Depths, Limits, Ties, Riptides).
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“Hey Marigold. I was just going to run out for a few. Do you need me to grab anything while I’m gone?” I’m asking to be polite, and I know Marigold will tell me that she’s fine, and I should go and enjoy myself.
She’s halfway through that exact speech when Deo bursts through the side door.
“Hey girls!” He gathers Marigold and me into a bone-popping bear hug, shaking us back and forth. “Hattie, I see you’re all ready to go. Good. Cohen and Maren are having some kind of bonfire, you’re invited, but you might want to change your dress real quick.” He tugs on my hair like I’m a little girl. “This is California, kid. Laid back. Look at you. So serious. What?”
“Thank you. For inviting me,” I begin as Deo waves my thanks off. “But I already made plans.”
Which I could easily cancel. Deo is actually handing me a perfect reason to cancel. So why don’t I?
“Plans where?” My brother drops all attempts at appearing civil, like he knows, somehow, where I’m headed.
“A friend invited me over for dinner. I’m actually going out to get a hostess gift.” I say it evenly, though I’m feeling some sibling annoyance rise up in me.
I spent the entire festival dancing with him and Grandpa, talking to Whit about amusement parks and beaches we’d both visited when we were young, and rubbing shoulders with various Rodriguezes. Sure, I bowed out of the big family get-together after, but he’s got to understand that I’m not used to being surrounded by so many people all the time. And I don’t really like being told what to do with every minute of my day.
“Oh! I baked some flaxseed and raisin cookies! Let me make you a plate to take,” Marigold cried, rushing to the kitchen.
Deo grabs my shoulders. “Whatever you do, do not feed those cookies to anyone. I had to taste test one the other day, and I think it’s still scouring my colon. They’re rough.”