Entangled Love by Cait Jarrod
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Emma James is on a mission to rebuild
her life after the loss of her husband. When her childhood friend offers an
innocent getaway to Santa Monica, she accepts thinking fun in the sun will be a
great way to start fresh.
Retired professional skateboarder, Ryan
Cross is a gorgeous, lovable, ladies’ man. With two skateboard parks and a fat
bank account, he’s on top of his game. What could make him happier?
The love of his childhood friend.
Chaos and life-threatening obstacles
have Ryan investigating Emma’s husband's death. When he discovers handwritten
notes made by her late husband, he learns some friends can't be trusted. They
will stop at nothing to get what they want, including putting Emma’s life in
danger.
EMMA JAMES’ QUANDARY THAT NIGHT TWO
YEARS BEFORE ENTANGLED LOVE:
I love my husband,
adore him. Yet, he isn't the one who checks on me every night, holds my hand
when I cry. I'm being so unfair. My husband has a demanding job. He saves
lives, puts his own life on the line, all in the name of protection. I gaze out
our window in suburban, California. I love my house, the yard. Eric makes
enough money so I don't have to work, yet...I think I would like to. The
charity work I do is important, but I need something more, something for me. He
says since we’re planning to have a baby soon, there’s no sense in going to
work now. He's right. The baby would need me and I’d hate to leave our baby
with a sitter.
My best friend,
Ryan, says I should do whatever makes me happy. I’m not sure what that is.
I flopped down on
the couch. I can’t ever sleep after Eric gets a call to leave in the middle of
the night. Tonight, my angst is worse than usual. My skin crawls. I have an
ache in my chest. What is my problem?
The doorbell rings,
my cell chimes. Ryan’s name flashes on the screen.
I peek out the
window beside the door. A police car is in my driveway. Nothing unusual, except
Eric’s not here to greet them.
My breath catches. A
piercing numb-feeling races through my veins.
My hand shakes as I
put the phone to my ear and open the door. “Hello.” I say. Two uniformed
policemen gaze at me, their faces solemn.
“Em,” Ryan says.
One word, nothing
more, every sound, every person blurs. My heart plummets to my feet. “No-o-o!”
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