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Prequel to Love Conquers All:
Will Carina and Tyler’s love survive the return of a man who refuses to let go?
Carina and Tyler Anderson are happily married, celebrating their anniversary and the life they’ve built in Carina’s hometown of Houma, Louisiana. Tyler’s unexpected success as a chainsaw artist has given them stability, while Carina finally has the freedom to pursue her dream of becoming a mystery author.
But their hard-won happiness is threatened when Carina’s former lover resurfaces—wealthy, relentless, and convinced she still belongs to him. Unwilling to accept rejection, he sets out to dismantle the life she shares with Tyler, exploiting old wounds and dangerous weaknesses to drive them apart.
As secrets come to light and the pressure mounts, Carina must confront the past she thought she’d left behind—and decide how far she’s willing to go to protect the love she’s fought so hard to build.
Will she stand her ground, or will the man who once broke her heart destroy everything she holds dear?
EXCERPT:
I can’t believe he forgot our anniversary, and now he’s acting as if nothing’s wrong. Tyler gulped his food down eagerly and then showered for work.
I was almost in tears. Not even a thank you for breakfast had he offered me. I washed the dishes as Tyler ran in, grabbed me around the waist, kissed my cheek, and rushed out the door before I could chastise him.
He turned before exiting and said, “Oh yeah, thanks for the great breakfast and card. Happy anniversary, darling.”
Pulling the dishcloth full of water and suds out of the sink, I threw it at him. But it hit the already closed door. I growled, “Arrrgggghhh.”
After the kitchen sparkled clean, I went to tidy up the bathroom. He’d drawn Happy Anniversary on the mirror with an old orange shade of lipstick I never wore anymore, and below that was an arrow. I followed it, curious as to what my dear husband had up his sleeve. On the counter, set three small boxes wrapped with fancy jewelry store paper. When had he gone into the city? I couldn’t recall him being gone from the bayou long enough.
