Everlasting

From New York Times bestselling author Nancy Thayer comes a dazzling portrait of a young woman whose passion and ambition drive her to a fateful choice. Now available for the first time as an eBook!
 
Catherine Eliot was born to a world of privilege and prestige, with a family whose last name and vast fortune provide her with access to almost anything she could wish for. But what Catherine craves most is independence. So while her friends settle into comfortable lives financed by doting parents and indulgent husbands, she moves to New York City, determined to make it on her own. Taking a demanding job in a bustling flower shop, she works hard and learns the trade until, with courage and determination, she’s able to open Blooms, an exclusive floral boutique on the fashionable Upper East Side.
 
Jetting from Manhattan’s flower district to elegant East Hampton, from England’s gorgeous countryside to Holland’s world-famous flower auctions, Catherine is at the height of her career. But before she can bask in her hard-won success, her brother’s desperate actions endanger her business. Meanwhile, while romanced by a charming Boston lawyer who whisks her off to Paris, Catherine also finds herself powerfully drawn to a secretive foreigner who takes her breath away. The question remains whether Catherine can confront her own demons to achieve the life she’s long desired.
 
Includes a captivating preview of Nancy Thayer’s upcoming novel Nantucket Sisters!
 
Praise for the novels of Nancy Thayer
 
“The queen of beach books.”—The Star-Ledger***
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“Thayer has a deep and masterly understanding of love and friendship, of where the two complement and where they collide.”—Elin Hilderbrand*
 
“Thayer’s gift for reaching the emotional core of her characters [is] captivating.”—Houston Chronicle
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“One of my favorite writers.”—Susan Wiggs
 
“Thayer portrays beautifully the small moments, inside stories and shared histories that build families.”—The Miami Herald
 
“Thayer’s sense of place is powerful, and her words are hung together the way my grandmother used to tat lace.”—Dorothea Benton Frank