"If you liked Eat, Pray, Love , then read Groundswell ." — US Weekly (Essential Summer Read selection) A "compulsively readable novel charting the highs and lows of love" (Jen Lancaster) about a young woman recovering from divorce who finds healing—and romance—through surfing. A butterfly flaps its wings in New York City...and a groundswell forms in Mexico. Sometimes the biggest ripples come from the smallest events. Like the day that novice PA Emma Guthrie walks into world-famous movie star Garrett Walker’s trailer. When she walks out, she’s on her way to becoming Mrs. Emma Walker, trading her jeans and flip-flops for closets full of Chanel and the start of a successful screenwriting career. But when an incriminating text message throws her marriage into question, Emma flees New York City for a sleepy coastal town in Mexico. Here, she meets gorgeous, California-born Ben, who teaches her about the healing powers of surfing, shows her the joys of the simple life, and opens her up to the possibility of love. An irresistible insider’s glimpse into a glittering world, Katie Lee’s debut novel is a captivating story about how losing everything you thought you wanted can be the first step to finding what you need. ""Groundswell" will sweep you up into a world of wealth, gossip, and glamour, as seen through the eyes of a rags-to-riches heroine who marries a movie star, only to find herself betrayed. But at its heart this novel is about the strength of friendship, the importance of knowing your true self, and the possibility of starting over. A totally addictive summer read." --J. Courtney Sullivan, author of the "New York Times" bestselling novels "Commencement" and "Maine" "If you liked Eat, Pray, Love, then read Groundswell." --US Weekly (Essential Summer Read selection) "You'll want to dive into this first novel by Katie Lee.... It's a sexy combination of juicy, off-the-red-carpet dish, a hunky surf instructor (but of course!), and miles of unspoiled beach." --Coastal Living (Beach Book Club Pick) "It's the perfect accessory for summer--a really enjoyable read." --Epicurious "Just like in her cookbooks, Lee has come up with the recipe for a great summer read." --Star (Pick of the Week) Katie Lee has appeared on The Oprah Winfrey Show , CBS News Sunday Morning, The Rachael Ray Show, The Nate Berkus Show , and Iron Chef America . She has been featured in publications such as People , Vanity Fair , Food and Wine, Town & Country, and InStyle . She is the author of the novel Groundswell and the cookbooks The Comfort Table and The Comfort Table: Recipes for Everyday Occasions. She lives in the Hamptons. 1 “God, my feet are killing me,” I said. “I hate this job. At least the waitstaff gets to wear comfortable shoes. I have to hustle around that restaurant all night in heels and a short skirt.” Lily was only half listening to me, twirling her hair while she flipped the pages of Vogue . “You won’t believe what this creep did to me tonight,” I continued. “I told him the wait for a table would be about forty-five minutes. And he said he’d make it worth my while if I bumped him and his skanky girlfriend up on the list. Of course, I could use a good tip, so I seated them right away. I hand him his menu and he puts out his hand. I think he’s slipping me a twenty, but no. He gives me a tube of some sort of cream and leans into my ear and tells me he holds the patent on female Viagra and to have a little fun with my boyfriend tonight.” “Perv,” Lily mumbled. “I handed it right back to him and said, sweet as pie, ‘Honey, one look at you and I know your girlfriend probably needs this more than me.’ ” “Ha!” Lily ripped a page out of the magazine and held it up for me to see. “Look,” she said. “It’s me!” I took the page from her hand and looked at the picture of Lily wearing a short, silver-sequined party dress, her head tossed back with her perfectly imperfect blond hair falling over the left side of her face, her pouty lips slightly parted, revealing her big white smile. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I felt a twinge of envy. This was the kind of stuff that always happened to Lily. While I was standing on my feet for hours, contending with herds of pissed-off, self-important, hungry New Yorkers, my roommate was out at a fabulous cocktail party lauding the designer of the moment, while wearing his dress and having her photo taken for the pages of the biggest fashion magazine in the world. It’s not that I wanted to be Lily. But I did want to be a success. And my chosen profession was screenwriting. I knew I needed on-set experience and a real understanding of the process of filmmaking, so I had sent out a million résumés for internships with film companies, but so far no one wanted me—not even for free. I was struggling to support myself as a restaurant hostess, and Lily was already making it as an aspiring actress. She’d just been cast in a smallish part in a film by