The House Guests by Emilie Richards #DomesticThriller #BookReview #BlogTour #20booksofsummer21

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The House Guests : A Novel 
Emilie Richards
On Sale Date: June 29, 2021
9780778331865
Trade Paperback
$16.99 USD
544 pages
USA Today bestselling author Emilie Richards returns with a fan-favorite story. Teenage Savannah’s father passed away recently and she has been rebelling against her stepmother, Cassie, since. When she happens upon a pouch filled with cash in a parking lot with some new friends she’s trying to impress, she decides to keep it in an act of defiance. When Cassie learns of her crime after Savannah has already spent the money, and learns that the money belonged to a woman, Amber, who has since been evicted along with her teenage son Will because they couldn’t pay the rent after losing the pouch of money, she invites Amber and Will to move in with them. As they become involved in each other’s lives, the teenagers develop a friendship while the mothers do the same. But while Cassie is trying to figure out what happened to her husband in the months before he passed away – why he was becoming distant and draining the funds in their bank accounts, leaving them destitute upon his death – Amber is clearly trying to outrun something dark in her own past.

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Rating: 4 out of 5.

The House Guests is a story of two single mothers with big secrets who find each other and form a bond that helps them survive the revelations and find the life they could have only dreamed of living.

What I Liked

I love the themes of friendship and family, with their emphasis on support and connection over the need for a genuine blood relation. The Greek family in the story gives me the warm fuzzies even as the tension mounts. With that type of family backing, you up, you know that everything will always be alright – that you can weather all storms.

The novel is very unexpected. I was expecting a high-octane thriller, but instead, I experienced a low simmer building of suspense with each flip of the page. I found myself continually holding my breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop, and that kept up the tension until the multiple explosions at the end as the secrets revealed and the consequences faced.

All the characters are instantly relatable and sympathetic except for Savannah. Though she is developed with extraordinary realism, her grief makes her a character that is a bit off-putting. She comes across as spoiled, unsympathetically demanding, and even cruel as her anger (caused by grief and situational depression) takes hold, and she says and does completely insensitive things. It comes across as particularly harsh because of all the love and warmth she is surrounded by. And, Yiayia was probably my favorite character. The matriarch of the Greek family that is central in the story is warm and welcoming to all, and her role at the end of the story had me laughing and cheering.

What I Wished

I found the novel to be a much longer read than I expected. Since I enjoyed the story, I think that might be because of the exposition levels over dialogue. I wish there had been a better balance between the two to keep the pages flipping as fast as the story’s pace. But, that is the only thing that impacted my enjoyment of this unexpected find.

To Read or Not to Read

If you are looking for a suspenseful read with the warmth of a chick-lit story, The House Guests is one you won’t want to miss this summer!

USA Today bestselling author Emilie Richards has written more than seventy novels. She has appeared on national television and been quoted in Reader’s Digest, right between Oprah and Thomas Jefferson.

Born in Bethesda, Maryland, and raised in St. Petersburg, Florida, Richards has been married for more than forty years to her college sweetheart. She splits her time between Florida and Western New York, where she is currently plotting her next novel.

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Chapter 1

Amber Blair had spent most of her thirty-four years trying not to think about luck. Her daddy had told her there were only two kinds. Either you came into the world with the luck of the early bird or the early worm. The kind he’d been born with was obvious. Nothing that had gone wrong in all his years had to do with simply hanging around the edges of life, waiting for something good to fall in his lap. It was all about luck. Her mother, tight-lipped and seething, had rarely voiced opinions. As a receptionist at the Halfway to Paradise motel, she had been too busy checking people in, and giving out room keys—and probably a little extra—to worry about luck. Like most people, Amber had acquired something from both parents. She had inherited her father’s early worm luck, oddly coupled with her mother’s work ethic. Against tremendous odds she had scrambled to support herself and her son on her feet in restaurants, instead of on her back in cheap motels. Her mother had been remote and disinterested, but years of watching her determination to survive had helped. “Haven’t seen you for a while.” The manager at the cash register of Things From the Springs greeted Amber with a wide smile. She was middle-aged and overweight, refreshingly unaware that spandex and sequins weren’t good choices for minimizing either. Her plastic nameplate read Ida, but Amber had never told Ida her own name, a habit she’d developed after leaving home at sixteen. Still, Ida never forgot a face. “It has been a while,” Amber said. “You feeling better?” Amber wasn’t surprised that Ida remembered the day two months before when she had fainted facedown in the women’s clothing aisle, strawberry blond hair spread wide on a table stacked with shorts and T-shirts. The manager had insisted Amber go right to the hospital. Amber had thanked her, then headed to work instead. Three days later, though, she had seen a doctor after Will, her son, gazed at her in horror and announced that her green eyes were rimmed by an ominous yellow. Of course, the news hadn’t been good. Hepatitis A had arrived with a flourish, and she had been so dehydrated that, despite all her protests, she’d been hospitalized for a day, a bill that had nearly sunk them. Health insurance was a luxury she had never indulged in. “Yes. Definitely better,” she said now. She didn’t add that she still tired easily or that she was struggling to regain the weight she’d lost. Jaundice, the colorful bonus, was finally gone, and she was back at work. “You were caught up in that hepatitis thing, weren’t you? The one at that restaurant…” The manager snapped her fingers. “Electric something?” “Dine Eclectic.” “You closed for a while, right?” Because two of the kitchen staff had also been infected, Dine Eclectic, the much promoted addition to restaurants in Tarpon Springs, Florida, had closed until health inspectors had given permission to reopen. Amber had been forbidden to go back to work until the jaundice and other symptoms disappeared. During most of the weeks of illness, she had been far too sick to work even if she’d wanted to. She certainly had needed to, because from an armchair in the apartment she shared with sixteen-year-old Will, she’d watched the savings she had so carefully hoarded dwindle to nothing. “We’ve been open again for a while now,” she said. “We’ve passed all the inspections. The problem was an infected line cook. Luckily hepatitis A is almost never fatal.” “I imagine the publicity wasn’t good for business.” More customers arrived, and Amber headed for the rear of the store and the men’s section. Things From the Springs was smaller than many thrift stores she’d frequented. They were loosely affiliated with a local children’s charity, and volunteers did much of the sorting and pricing. She liked visiting Things because she could be in and out in less than an hour, often with vintage clothing she could cut and use for crafts to sell in her Etsy shop. An example was tucked securely in her purse today, a zipper pouch created from a brocade jacket and embroidered with the name of her landlord’s wife. It had turned out so well she posted a photo on her shop’s page, hoping to get orders for more. The pouch bulged with money, mostly tips she had carefully collected to pay one of the two months of back rent she owed. Even after she’d showed her suspicious landlord a letter from the health department, he had begun eviction proceedings. She had managed to stave him off, promising to pay the first month today and the second in two weeks. She hoped the additional gift for his wife might make him feel better about his decision. Her son had been more than patient during her months of unemployment. Will was a straight A student at the local high school and held down a part-time job stocking shelves at a local grocery store. He had taken on additional hours during her illness and brought home expired or damaged food that was destined for salvage stores or landfills. He had treated his quest like a treasure hunt and never wished out loud that his life was more like the easier ones of the other teens in his advanced placement classes. Will wasn’t perfect. He was sometimes messy, sometimes oblivious, often determined his way was best, but they’d been a team, just the two of them, from the very beginning of his life. And Amber knew her son would do anything for her, just as she had done everything for him. Much more than Will knew. Today if she had early bird luck, she was going to buy him a surprise. Things From the Springs had a special rack dedicated to sports teams, and there was always a good selection. She was hoping to find one with the pirate flag of Will’s favorite professional football team, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. For the first time, her tips from the night before had been nearly as large as pre-hepatitis days, and she was hopeful she might be digging her way out of trouble. She would be happy just to pay rent on time, put a full tank of gas in the car and buy fresh food at the grocery store now and then. Fifteen minutes later she was on her way back to the front of the now-empty store, a paper-thin but appropriately logoed T-shirt clutched under her arm. The size and price were right, and while Will wouldn’t get much wear before it fell apart, he would be delighted. She was starting to feel lucky. Her landlord had begrudgingly given her a little time to settle their account. After everything she still had her job, and restaurant traffic showed signs of improving. Today she had just enough extra to buy the shirt. “You found something,” Ida said. “I saw you heading to the back.” “It’s for my son.” Amber laid the shirt on the long counter. “He’s a Bucs fan.” “These have been going fast. Apparently, he’s not alone.” She rang up the amount as Amber reached down to unzip her purse. Only the purse wasn’t zipped. She spread it wide and peered inside. Without ceremony and with more than a touch of panic, she dumped the contents on the counter. Keys fell out. A pack of tissues. Her tiny coin purse, which held the extra money she hadn’t put into the zip purse destined for the landlord and his wife. Nothing else. “Run into a problem?” Amber gazed at the concerned woman’s face. “I had a zipper pouch in here, dark green silk, a name embroidered across it.” Ida read her expression correctly. “Did you open your purse here in the store? Could the pouch have fallen out?” Amber knew she’d had the zipper pouch when she left her apartment. She’d so carefully slipped it inside the purse. Surely she’d zipped it closed. She always did. She had lived in cities with pickpockets. But by now panic had obliterated all memories of the past hour. “I had it when I left my house.” “We’ll look together.” As Amber scraped her belongings back into her purse, the manager walked to the door, turned the lock and flipped the Closed sign. “That will buy us some time. We’ll find it.” Half an hour later, though, they were still empty-handed. They’d looked under tables, sorted through all the shirts in the back, followed Amber’s route through the store four separate times peering at the ground. “I’m so sorry,” Ida said. “But I have to unlock the front door. The high school lets out about now. They’ll start banging on the glass. I just know you’re going to find it somewhere. Your house or car maybe?” Amber knew she wasn’t. The truth was a tight knot in her stomach, all too familiar. She’d been slapped down again. The landlord wouldn’t believe her, and who could blame him? He probably didn’t need the money right away, but he would be furious she’d lied to him. She and Will would see that eviction notice after all. “Thank you for helping me look.” Amber cleared her throat. “I don’t think I’ll buy the shirt. “Why don’t I just let you have it?” “No.” Amber took a breath and softened her tone. “But thank you.” She followed the manager to the front door as she unlocked it. “You’ll let me know when you find it?” Ida asked. Amber managed the tiniest of smiles. But in her mind she saw the early worm being swallowed, inch by wiggling inch. And somewhere, after the meal, a fat, happy robin was looking for more just like it. Excerpted from The House Guests by Emilie Richards, Copyright © 2021 by Emilie Richards McGee. Published by MIRA Books.

19 Replies to “The House Guests by Emilie Richards #DomesticThriller #BookReview #BlogTour #20booksofsummer21”

    1. I was taken totally off-guard by this one. I had to let go of my expectations and just enjoy a really good story. ❤️

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  1. What an interesting premise! It sounds like this one is thought-provoking too with some of the choices the characters make. Excellent review, Tessa. I’m glad it turned out to be a good read. 😀

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    1. I think you’d really like it. I know you don’t mind slow burn and it has such a great family themed story to it and wonderful characters. Definitely keep it firmly on your radar ❤️

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  2. This sounds wonderful. I love what you’re doing, these book reviews are phenomenal. Not sure I would like to read all of them, but a really great idea!

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  3. I like those books that have a slow simmer, where despite a slower pace, the growing tension keeps me riveted. This sounds like a great read, Tessa. Thanks for sharing!

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  4. I’m going to add this one to my list, thanks to your intriguing review, Lady Tessa! I love to read about Greek families, as I’ve grown up amongst many and love them dearly, so that is icing on the cake for me.

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