Palmer Sinclair was on the edge of happily ever after when she broke off her engagement to Brady Grant. The end of their relationship marked the beginning of a painful solitary journey for her. Though she makes places beautiful with her work as an interior designer, the rest of her life is anything but beautiful – it’s slowly pulling her under.
Brady, a contractor, is swiftly building his business into an empire. Work is a faithful companion that never lets him down like Palmer did. When he sees women now, it’s on his terms. And his terms are simple: just sex. He won’t let a woman break him again.
Palmer is barely holding it together when she and Brady are unexpectedly paired on a project after a year apart. The pull between them is stronger than ever, but the fallout from their reconnection leaves them both wondering if maybe some things are better left unsaid.
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Review
What would you sacrifice for the ones you love? Your life as you know
it? Your freedom? The opportunity to live a happy life with the man you
love? This is a story about sacrifice, acceptance. forgiveness,
friendship, second chances and never ending love. There are books that you read and you connect with them in such a way that they leave a deep footprint in your heart and soul. This is one of those books. The realness in which Brenda wrote the characters and the circumstances surrounding them makes the reader able to relate to both. At times I was so overwhelmed by the emotions the characters were going through that all I did was cried. I felt for them and with them.
Due to unforeseen circumstances Palmer Sinclair's life comes to a halt, due to those same circumstances she does what she thought was best at the time for the man she was supposed to marry, she lets him go. But she lets him go withholding the real reason why she's doing it. Palmer then goes to take care of her mother and disabled brother, going through life the best way she could.
After the break up, Brady Grant moves from Chicago to Colorado and throws himself into work, for a whole year he goes through life bitter and hooking up with women trying to forget the one that got away. After being separated for a year, Palmer and Brady see each other again and sparks fly, but there's still resentment, things that need to be forgiven and unspoken words that need to find their way out.
It is clear to me that the author put her heart and soul writing this book, the essence of this can be felt in every word, in every page. I'm a fan of Brenda's work, but this book is her best work to date in my opinion. The brilliance of the storyline mixed with the depth of the characters is something that makes this book one of the best books I've read this year. Five stars doesn't even begin to do it justice. Highly recommended.
Chapter 1
I grinned at the image of the bride in the magazine I held,
picturing her classic, beaded veil and big cascading curls on myself.
“You like?” I asked, turning the magazine around for my
design partner Georges to see.
“Eh,” he said, frowning. “Maybe if you were going to prom in
1985. Add some pink frosted lipstick and dark blue eye shadow.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t want my hair pulled back
tight the way you like. Brady wouldn’t like it, either. He likes to touch my
hair. You know, run his hands through it.”
Georges gave me a horrified stare. “Not on your wedding day,
Palmer! What about the photos? Tell him to keep his caveman hands to himself
until the wedding night.”
Just the words wedding
night brought on a tingle of excitement. Not that Brady didn’t bring it
every time we had sex, but the idea of wedding night sex was especially hot.
He’d told me about a fantasy involving his face between my thighs while I still
had the dress on, and I couldn’t deny that I was now fantasizing about it, too.
“We still have quite a few details to work out,” Georges
said, looking up from the bridal magazine he was flipping through to give me a
chastising look over the dark rims of his glasses.
“I know,” I said, snapping out of my sexy reverie about
Brady. “Let me get out my wedding planner.”
“Let’s finish this over sushi,” Georges said. “I skipped
lunch and I’m starving.”
I glanced down at my watch and shook my head. “Ugh, it’s
after six. I can’t. My mom asked me to stop by her house on my way home and I
told her I’d be there around six.”
“Damn you. Now I have to get carryout.” Georges rolled his
eyes dramatically.
“I’ll buy lunch tomorrow,” I said. “Don’t forget that we’re
going to the florist’s shop for a dry run of the centerpieces.”
Georges’ face brightened. “Let’s go visit the dress again,
too.”
“Maybe,” I said, smiling at him. “It has been a full week
since we last saw it. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”
He nodded and turned back to the magazine. I checked my
phone on the way to the parking deck, smiling when I saw a message from Brady.
Brady:
Going to see Dad. Be home late. Lunch tomorrow? Love you.
I wrote back, glancing up occasionally to make sure I didn’t
crash into anyone.
Me:
Lunch with G tomorrow. I’ll cook dinner tomorrow night at my place. Love you
too.
We still called it my place even though he’d practically
moved in. One married, we planned to live in my tiny bungalow after instead of
his tiny apartment. Between Brady’s building skills and my design ones, we’d
made my place into a cozy love nest.
On the drive to Mom’s, I let my mind wander to the job I’d
just been hired for. I was designing a nursery for twins – a boy and a girl. My
client loved a traditional look, so I was using gingham, soft yellows and
greens and gorgeous white painted furniture.
This job was creating unexpectedly strong maternal pangs.
Brady and I both wanted kids, but we wanted to wait a couple years. He was
paying a price for his father’s lousy decisions, and we both had to focus on
our careers for a while.
Still, I let myself dream about the day we’d have a baby.
Hopefully one with his dark hair and bright green eyes.
I parked in front of Mom’s house, noticing the faded maroon
shutter that had been hanging by one screw had finally fallen off. Brady had
offered to paint the dingy brownish exterior when Mom and Danny moved in here
last year, but Mom always put him off, saying she knew he was too busy with
work.
This place needed a spruce-up, though, even if Brady and I
had to show up and just do it. Weeds were beginning to overtake the small
flower bed next to the front porch.
When I pulled open the creaky back screen door, Mom glanced
up from the kitchen table and stood, meeting me for a hug. She held on longer
than usual, and I studied her face when she pulled away.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah.” She headed for the stove, not meeting my curious
gaze. “I made you a plate of dinner. Chicken pot pie.”
I sank into a chair at the table, looking around the kitchen
for my younger brother. “Where’s Danny?”
On cue, his wheelchair came rolling into the room.
“Almer!” he cried, reaching out his arms. I grinned and
stood, bending down to hug him tight, the way he liked.
As soon as I released him, he turned his chair around,
grunting with the effort, and worked his way back out of the room.
“Where are you going?” I called behind him. “I just got
here!”
“Cubs,” he said shortly.
I smiled at his retreating form, realizing I should’ve
guessed from his baseball hat and Cubs t-shirt that he was immersed in a game
on TV. Though he was 23, Danny’s doctors said he had the mental capacity of a
four-year-old. I knew he was smarter than they gave him credit for. But no matter
what his mental capacity, he was the brightest ray of sunshine in my life. I’d
been in one fist fight in my life – when I was eight and a kid in our
neighborhood called my five-year-old brother stupid.
Mom set a plate down in front of me, fussing over grabbing
the salt and pepper shakers and a napkin and pouring me a glass of iced tea.
“I can get that stuff. Sit down,” I said. “This looks
delish.”
“How are the wedding plans coming?” she asked, her eyes
warming with excitement.
“Good. I’m going to make the final decisions on the flowers
tomorrow.”
I blew on a steaming forkful of pot pie, studying my mom’s
drawn expression. She didn’t bother with fixing her hair or makeup, since she
spent her days taking care of Danny. But the lines on her face were more pronounced
than usual. Something was off.
“What’s up?” I lowered my fork and set it on the plate. “You
look worried.”
She sighed deeply. “It’s probably nothing.”
“What’s probably nothing?”
“I got a call from the hospital today about the pre-op
testing for my back surgery.”
“That’s right,” I said, chiding myself for forgetting to
call her about it yesterday. “Is there a problem with the surgery?”
Hopefully the doctor hadn’t changed his mind about it
helping her or the insurance hadn’t denied coverage. Mom needed this surgery.
Years of lifting Danny in and out of his chair had left her back aching every
minute of the day, though she rarely complained about it.
“They did an x-ray and it showed a possible mass,” she said,
wrapping her arms around herself. “In one of my lungs.”
My heart pounded as her words sank in. “A . . .” I cleared
my throat. “A possible mass? What does that mean?”
She sighed again. “It means I have to get a CT scan
tomorrow. Aunt Claire came over to be with Danny while I was at the hospital yesterday,
and it’s an hour drive for her. I didn’t want to ask her to come back tomorrow.
Is there any way you could come over in the morning, around 9:30?”
“Of course.” Emotions swirled inside me. This was so
unexpected that I was still trying to wrap my mind around it. “But I want to go
with you. I’ll ask Brady to come stay with Danny.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know that they’ll do anything
but the scan tomorrow, Palmer. The results may take time. I can handle it on my
own. If you’ll be with Danny, that’d be perfect.”
“Sure,” I said, not sure at all. “Are you okay?”
She nodded and attempted a smile. “It’s probably nothing.
Just a precaution. They haven’t cancelled my surgery or anything.”
I nodded, too, trying to see that as a positive indication.
But the worry that had kicked up my heart rate and drained my appetite in an
instant was still there.
Flowers, cake and the perfect wedding hairstyle suddenly
felt like ridiculous things to care about. All that mattered right now was my
mom being okay. She had to be.
Brenda Rothert is a proud indie author who loves writing stories that make readers laugh, cry and occasionally, yell at their e-readers. Her Contemporary Romances include Unspoken; The Now Series - Now and Then, Now and Again and Now and Forever, and The Fire on Ice Series - Bound, Captive, Edge and Drive. Brenda lives in Central Illinois with her husband and three boys.
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