How does a woman get over her one great love? With whitewater rafting, bluegrass, and a touch of revenge…
Kaye is an extreme sports addict with a kind heart and an axe to grind with her childhood sweetheart and ex-husband, renowned writer Samuel Caulfield Cabral. While Samuel enjoys a celebrity life in New York, Kaye remains in their hometown of Lyons, Colorado, running her PR agency and chatting daily with Samuel’s family, the beloved Cabrals—first-generation Mexican-Americans who have embraced Kaye as their own.
But when Samuel returns for his sister’s wedding with his new love interest, stunning editor Caroline Ortega , the gloves are stripped off. Kaye is determined to unearth the reasons behind the death of their marriage and why two people who lived to love each other were driven apart.
She discovers startling revelations about Samuel, about life…and about herself.
What if you could go back and change one event in your life? You know, the one that taught you that the world was flawed and nothing is ever as it seems? Aspen “Kaye” Trilby has asked herself these questions for the last seven years. She thought that she was living the fairy tale when she married her childhood sweetheart, Samuel Caulfield Cabral (Love that name!) and was surrounded by his loving family. It was everything she never had and everything she always wanted. Until one agonizing night in New York City, it all fell apart.
“What if…something happened that made you think
someone wasn’t who you thought they were? And it hurt, really bad. So badly, you just wanted to rip out your heart and hurl it back at them.”
“Being his friend would also mean playing witness to his romances and eventual marriage, whether the woman was Caroline or someone entirely different. It would mean being there for his wedding, the birth of his children, and any other happiness that came calling. Was I strong enough for that? Was I masochistic enough for that?”
“There are key events in our lives which mark imminent change. Accepting a diploma. Attending the funeral of a loved one. Witnessing a friend walk down the aisle. Suffering through a divorce. It’s expected. But there are little, everyday events that whittle away at who we are, steadily shaping us into someone different, for better or for worse. Things that cause our perceptions to shift. I thought it might be one of those days when, for the first time, I downed strong, black coffee without the fixings…and didn’t flinch.”