Stella Walsh spent sixteen years not knowing where she belonged. Then she found Laguna Beach, a father with a camera and a plan, and a great-grandmother who communicates primarily through grilled cheese.

Now she has a hook with her name on it at the Beach Shack, a cousin who's become her best friend, and a senior year stretching out ahead of her like the California coastline. She's finally home. Until her mother decides she isn't.

When Fiona demands Stella return to Australia, Tyler discovers that being a real father means more than teaching your kid to drive and making her laugh - it means fighting for her. Bea faces the prospect of senior year without the cousin she'd been counting on. And Margo watches her great-granddaughter's empty chair at the Shack and quietly picks up a paintbrush, painting a family portrait that tells a story none of them expected.

Meanwhile, Joey is starting marine technology school twenty minutes up the road - but from the way he's saying goodbye, you'd think he was shipping off to war.

A clean, wholesome story about fighting for the people who matter, the mother who has to learn to let go, and the little beach restaurant where there's always a chair waiting.

The Walsh family saga continues in the fourth book of the Beach Shack series.