made for our first wedding anniversary and went back upstairs. “Mrs. Calvert” was carved into the surface of my breakfast tray. “Mr. Calvert” into his. I absolutely loved them, and the kids weren’t allowed to borrow them when they came home to visit.
“Sharon’s going to laugh at how out of shape I’ve become next spin class,” I mumbled, struggling to reach the last step. It was possible I hadn’t had a single workout in over a month. The fitness center had undergone renovations was my excuse, and I was sticking to it.
“Oh, right.” Mason remembered something. “Jim and I are going hunting next weekend. He’s bringing his eldest, and Tristan and Brady asked to come with me.”
“Sounds like fun, love.”
“It will be, until we get to the cabin and the kids make fun of the air beds Jim and I bought last year.”
I chuckled tiredly and carefully got situated in bed before I folded out the legs of the tray table. “I guess it’s not cool to be comfortable.”
“It’s not cool with backaches,” he muttered. “On that note, I think we should buy a boat next year. With actual beds in the cabin. I’ve been looking at some cuddys lately.”
“Okay, hon.” This was where I tuned out. He didn’t “think” we should buy a boat; he had already made his decision. Grabbing my iPad off the nightstand, I took a sip of my coffee and then set the tablet in its stand on the tray.
“So, you agree with me,” he stated. “Excellent. And you know Brady’s gonna love it.”
He definitely would. He used William and Kelly’s bowrider more than they did.
Every year, there was something. Our first summer, it was a big grill and a smoker. The next year, it was a hunting cabin Mason bought with Jim. No muss, no fuss. A single room with a fireplace, no furniture, but plenty of space to prepare the game they brought home. Last year, he “felt” I should have an off-road SUV, which meant he just wanted access to a second car without giving up his own, and apparently my little sedan wasn’t cutting it for him.
It did make me feel like a bit of a warrior turning up to Target in that vehicle, though.
This spring, he’d spent a small fortune on new fishing gear for the whole family. I supposed it made total sense that the boat was next.
“I’m not standing in the way of my husband and his shiny gadgets.”
“You’re a very smart woman, darlin’.”
I laughed and slid on my glasses. “All right, let’s reconnect with the world.” I bit into a piece of bacon and entered the password on the iPad. There were a few messages waiting. Katie had messaged to say she hoped our journey home had gone well. William informed us in the family group chat that they had landed in New York, and Aurora…
I squinted to reread, because that couldn’t be right.
“Oh, motherfucker,” I exclaimed, my heart suddenly pounding.
“What? What’s wrong?” Mason leaned over to read the message.
Mom, it’s possible I might be slightly pregnant.
“Slightly?!” Mason yelled.
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Cara freely admits she’s addicted to revisiting the men and women who yammer in her head, and several of her characters cross over in other titles. If you enjoyed this book, you might like the following.
When Forever Ended (M/M) When William and Kelly were kids, they carved their promises to each other into a tree. Best friends forever. But a kiss in high school shattered everything, and William has regretted making his feelings known since the second it happened and he saw the horror in Kelly’s eyes. Over twenty years pass before Kelly returns to the town he once fled from, and it’s time for all the lies and years of pretending to unravel.
Inappropriately Yours (M/F) Isla & Jack, Aiden & Chloe. Two romances in one book. Isla Roe publishes her first novel under the name her father has made famous for his own novels, but it doesn’t work out as well for her. More like, it crashes and burns. Her father sends her to Washington and his college friend to get help with her writing. In the end, she finds a lot more than advice, and Aiden Roe, Isla’s dad, makes a trip up to Camassia to see what’s going on. That’s where he runs in to his childhood crush, innkeeper and single mother of four rambunctious boys, Chloe Nolan.
Breaking Free (M/F) Sophie & Tennyson. There was a reason Tennyson hated working for studios, and it was because he was a bit of a control freak as a director. Having to answer to someone meant less freedom; it meant having to obey the Suits when he was told to enter a showmance relationship with the much-younger diva on set, Sophie Pierce. Welcome to Hollywood.
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About Cara
I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex. There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly. Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve. Additionally, I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.
Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.
I'm a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.
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~Cara.