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Synopsis: The conclusion to Caleb and Isabelle’s story…
Everything is going as planned, for the most part. With school, the club, and new responsibilities on the horizon, the life Caleb and Isabelle imagined together is so close they can taste it. But their happiness is also a fragile one–all it takes is one wrong turn, one stupid decision and their happily ever after shatters all over the highway.
Because as old threats resurface and new ones rise, the most deadly enemy of all lies not in outside forces, but inside the club itself. How do you follow orders when you know those orders might destroy everything you love? How do you move forward when all your best-laid plans slip right through your fingertips?
Choice breeds consequence. Hope rises from the ashes. Love weathers any storm. And in the end, every road leads home.
**Carry You Home is not a standalone and is the sequel to Carry Your Heart.
It is intended for readers 18 and older**
The next morning, as I stretched and yawned with the sun, everything felt different. Better. It was like the darkness that had shrouded the day before had blossomed into a beautiful morning. All of yesterday’s ugliness was gone now. My not-so-fun encounter at the precinct. Becca. God, Becca.
Today was going to be a good day. I could feel it. Besides, how could today possibly be any worse than yesterday?
Caleb was still dozing next to me and sleepily slung an arm around my waist to tug me back under his arm.
I really didn’t want to leave, but the sooner I got to the studio and took care of business, the sooner I could get back to Caleb. So, I made a quick dash into our second bedroom, which now doubled as my home studio, grabbed my current project off the easel, then I grabbed a banana and a granola bar for the road and was out the door.
A little over six hours later, I pulled Caleb’s truck into our driveway and my heart tugged in my chest at the sight of all that empty concrete. No Harley in sight.
Separation anxiety. That’s what this was.
Separation anxiety? More like codependency. You’re a complete loser. And a goner. Totally a goner.
Just as I absentmindedly put my key in the front door, I froze. That little bit of force pushed the whole door open and a cold chill ran down my spine. Caleb always tripled-checked all the locks on our doors before he left the house. I was already backing up, my project dropping to the ground as terror spiked through me and my fingers flying into my purse for something I could use to defend myself, when a figure hovered in the doorway and stilled.
Everything seemed to happen in a blur.
I saw a black leather cut, dark eyes, dark hair, and when his face finally came into clearer view, it only took me a second to place where I’d seen him before.
The patch-over party.
We both moved at the same time. He jerked forward, flinging the door open at the exact moment I found my can of pepper spray. He blinked, momentarily stunned into immobility by what was in my hand and that gave me the opening I needed to flick the safety guard and cover the bastard head to shoulders in that white, foamy spray.
“Ah!” he screamed in pain, both hands snapping up to his face, scrubbing and pawing at his eyes. “Fucking bitch!”
Diego stumbled around the doorway with one hand covering his face and the other groping aimlessly for anything that could help him, but I was already backpedaling, nearly tripping over the front step and hightailing it back the truck as fast as my feet could carry me.
When I was safely locked back inside Caleb’s truck, my eyes shot to the front door and found Diego slouched down in the doorway, still scrubbing furiously at his eyes and screaming obscenities my way. Pure adrenaline was the only thing keeping me moving right now and I fumbled to back out of the driveway, screeching the tires and everything.
My chest was still heaving. My lungs felt like they were about to collapse I was coughing so violently, but the house was in my rear view mirror right now and that was what really mattered.
I hated that the sight of my house in my rear view mirror made me feel relieved.
I hated that I knew I was going to be afraid to be in my own home now.
I hated what I knew Caleb was going to have to do now.
I hated this fear. I hated this stress. And, somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I knew I hated this life.
There was just nothing I could do about it.
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Synopsis: When Isabelle Martin steps onto Sawyer Auto Repair’s parking lot, she can’t believe it’s come to this. After dropping out of a school she never really wanted to go to in the first place and dumping a boyfriend she never really loved to begin with, she thought coming home to Claremont, North Carolina would solve all her problems. Instead, she’s still reeling from her mom’s death six months earlier and trying, but failing to help her dad, who’s sunken deep into a whiskey-fueled depression. Working in the local, motorcycle club-owned, auto shop’s office is a last resort, but it’s the only option she has…even if it means working with Caleb Sawyer, the bad-boy biker with swagger to spare who used to drive her up the wall in high school.
Caleb Sawyer is on the fast-track to a downward spiral. He used to think he had the world at his feet–all he has to do is be patient, earn his keep in the club and in the shop, and his legacy within the Iron Horsemen MC will be his for the taking when the time is right. But that just doesn’t mean anything without his old lady by his side, who wants to leave Claremont more than she wants to stay with him. When the bottom finally drops out, nothing prepares him for the impact and he deals with it the only way he knows how–with whiskey and women. Despite all that, being around Isabelle Martin, the girl whose feathers he ruffled so easily in high school, somehow brings him back to life. She doesn’t take any of his crap, but she calls him on it without judgment and without pity.
Despite some initial animosity, Caleb and Isabelle quickly realize that the perceptions they had of each other in high school couldn’t be further from the truth. The more time they spend together, the closer they become and the more they gravitate towards each other. Both are at a crossroads, but stuck in reverse. Isabelle needs help; she just doesn’t know how to ask for it. Caleb needs a life preserver; he just doesn’t know where to find one. And ultimately, on the path to rediscovery and identity, all roads lead them to exactly what they need–each other.
**New adult/contemporary romance told in alternating points of view. Recommended for readers 18 and older.**
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K. Ryan is a former English teacher, who graduated from the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point in 2009. When not writing, she’s either binge-watching something on Netflix, running, reading, or cheering on the Packers. She lives in the Green Bay area with her crazy-supportive boyfriend and the best decision of her adult life, a not-so-stray cat named Oliver.
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