Boomerangers [boo-muh-rang-ers] noun, informal: an adult that moves back home to live with a parent after a period of independence.
I love sex. I love the power, the intimacy, the euphoria it brings. Too bad I’m not having any . . . You’d think as New Orleans’ most renowned sex therapist that I’d be swimming in single men. In a way, I am . . . except for the fact that one is in diapers and the other two are drowning in preteen hormones. As a single mother of three, my days are devoted to my clients and my kids, and my nights are spent with Fabio, my trusty vibrator. When my world begins to unravel, I have no choice but to move back home. And when my high school sweetheart comes waltzing back into my life, comedy and chaos ensue.
What can I say? I never said I could pick ’em, but you can bet your ass I know how to fix ’em.
As soon as the ink dried on my divorce papers, I made myself a solemn vow: I was done with relationships. Moving home to take over my father’s firm was the plan, until Spencer decided to return, along with three souvenirs from the life she’s lived without me.
I’ve been in love with the girl next door for nearly all of my life; the rest was spent trying to forget her. I’d give almost anything for a second chance with her, but I have no time for distractions—especially the kind that involve diapers, bottles, and eighteen-year commitments.
The problem is, she’s already got me by the balls . . . and I’m beginning to feel the noose tightening around my heart.
In good times, and in bad.
In sickness, and in health.
Until death do them part…
Owen and Sloane never foresaw their vows being put to the ultimate test mere hours after declaring those sacred words.
Their lives were shred to pieces on the night of their wedding and the aftermath that followed the tragedy set those pieces ablaze. Promises of better or worse began to blur as they attempted to return to daily routines.
With a burnt and bloodstained wedding dress hidden in the basement, will Sloane be strong enough to mend the broken pieces inside of her husband?
With guilt and despair pulling Owen further into the dark corners of his mind, will he battle his demons, or surrender to them?
Sometimes when love is pulled apart, it might not fit back together as easily as it once did. Every marriage takes faith and sacrifice, but how far will these two go to save what they once had?
It seems the further these newlyweds drift from one another the harder it becomes to focus on the happy life they once envisioned.
The highly anticipated sequel of The Gone Series, Edges of Gone will have readers on the edge of their seats until the very last page.
Author note: This book is NOT a standalone. It is recommended to read Six Years Gone prior.
Other books in the series:
Ethan is the boy who climbed into my bedroom every night.
He’s everything I love.
Laced with everything I despise.
He’s every happy memory.
And every shattered dream.
He’s my everything.
But he broke every part of me.
I’m supposed to hate him.
But I can’t.
I don’t know how.