Two writers. One island. A story too tangled to tell cleanly—and a spark neither saw coming.
Alice Scott is all sunshine and stubborn hope, chasing her big break and a reason for her family to finally take her seriously. Hayden Anderson is a Pulitzer-winning storm cloud who doesn’t lose, especially not to cheerful underdogs. They’re both on Little Crescent Island for one reason: to write the biography of Margaret Ives, a vanished heiress with a scandalous past and a story no one’s managed to crack.
Margaret, of course, has other plans. She’s invited both writers to stay for a month. At the end, she’ll choose one. Until then? She’s feeding them fragments. Secrets. Contradictions. And watching.
Alice figures she has three advantages: people tend to like her, she’s ready for this, and Hayden’s clearly rattled—despite pretending otherwise. But with an ironclad NDA keeping them from comparing notes and something suspiciously like chemistry blooming between them, it’s not long before this job turns personal.
The question is: Whose version of the truth will Margaret let be told?
And what happens when the story that matters most… isn’t hers?
With biting wit, tender moments, and a slow-burn rivalry that just might turn into something else, Emily Henry’s latest novel is a love letter to stories—the ones we tell, the ones we bury, and the ones that rewrite us.
Because some legends demand a spotlight.
And some loves refuse to stay unwritten.
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