I LOVED THAT ABOUT HER by C.R. Everett – SYNOPSIS
In Love, Carry My Bags, we felt Camryn Johnson’s joy and pain during her heartwrenching and
heartwarming journey through life’s circumstances, poor choices, and
difficult lessons. Through her relationships with both Glenn and Reese,
she became the person she wanted and needed to be.
Now it’s Glenn’s turn.
Glenn, who feels chronically misunderstood, shares his side of the story in the stand-alone novelI Loved That About Her,
revealing his own inner struggles and showing what it’s like to live at
the mercy of forces beyond conscious control. These forces take him and
his family to the edge when college arch nemesis, Raine Babcock, wreaks
havoc on their lives. Glenn shows us that all is not necessarily what
it seems, even to himself.
Walking a mile in his shoes, may change hearts and minds about the bad boy from Love, Carry My Bags that readers loved to hate.
Recommended for mature audiences 17+ for language and sexual situations.
EXCERPT
My
job ticked along way better than expected. Once I was on the inside,
had my clearance, and put my naturally excessive curiosity to work,
doors opened. And I opened them.
I popped my head into the lab walking back to my desk after an aircraft inspection. “Any little green men in here?” I asked.
“Glenn,” my boss, who happened to be in the room, said. “I was just talking about you.”
“Yep, my ears were burning. That’s why I stopped by. Whatcha need?” I asked.
My
boss looked like he didn’t know quite what to make of me, but
overlooked any reservations he may have had, just like anyone else who
saw my potential and took a chance on me had. For those folks, I was
grateful. A flashback to my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Emerson, came to
mind. She was the only one who took the time after class to sit down
with me and re-explain each day’s lesson, because sitting there in a
room full of quiet kids, listening, drove me ape shit. Instead of
listening, I fidgeted in my chair wondering what was for lunch,
sometimes getting out of my chair for a better view out the window,
especially when a plane flew overhead. Mrs. Emerson was nice. “I have
one just like you at home,” she said. I’m not sure what she meant, but
at the time, I was thinking “nice little boy.” During our one-on-one’s,
she’d speak to me like I mattered and never criticized me for not being
like all the other kids who could sit in their chairs, listen, and
understand, going off to do their homework by themselves after class. We
did my homework together, and she gave me M&Ms after each problem I
did right. Once I figured that out, I aced almost everything because
there was a good reason to do the work. M&Ms right away, not some
dumb letter grade handed back on a page three days later. When she
explained to my folks that I knew the material, they laid into me about
why I couldn’t do it at home in my room, but they clearly didn’t
understand the power of M&Ms . . . or one-on-one.
“Conroy,”
my boss said, “we need you in Seattle. You’re the first guy I thought
of when this assignment came up—right up your alley.”
I was intrigued. My ears perked up when the words “need you” hit the air. Plus the fact that he thought of me, and “right up your alley” sounded phenom.
Having gotten my attention, I listened intently as boss man outlined
the particulars of the job, throwing in words like “top secret” and
“special clearances” and “national security.” I was all over it and
would have accepted right then and there if I didn’t need to consider
Camryn.
“We need you ASAP,” he said.
“Let me talk it over with my wife,” I said, somehow managing to stifle my excitement. I hoped she’d like the idea too.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
C.R.
Everett was born in Northern Illinois and has lived in various places
over the years, currently residing in Utah. For twenty years she worked
in finance, but today devotes her time to writing. She lives with her
husband, two kids, Shiba Inu, and cat. When not writing, she updates her
website, connects with her readers, does the mom thing, or cleans up
after unruly pets. In her free time she enjoys reading, usually at the
gym while on a treadmill, baking, taking walks, enjoying nature, and
going to Starbucks. Mocha is her favorite.
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LOVE, CARRY MY BAGS – SYNOPSIS
Camryn
Johnson’s world is turned upside down when long lost love, Reese
Dahlgren, re-enters her life at a pivotal point in her already
challenging marriage. She faces an excruciating predicament: choose
between a broken home for her daughter or a broken life for herself.
After
her parents' divorce, Camryn first meets high school basketball star,
Reese, at the Harvard Milk Day Festival bed races. Reese hides baggage
of his own…until Camryn melts his heart and learns secrets entrusted
only to her. Still, the weight is too much to bear. Unable to cope,
Reese unwittingly backs Camryn into a corner during his air force
enlistment—love him from afar, or leave him.
Enter
aerospace engineering student, Glenn Conroy. Persistent and savvy, he
woos Camryn during her junior year of college and wins her heart. Or
does he? When Reese re-enters her life, further disrupting her tenuous
marriage, Camryn turns to best friend, Megan, for advice, but refuses to
believe Megan’s suggestion that she’s caught in a “simple” love
triangle.
Camryn
unveils hidden mysteries and secrets as she embarks on a life-changing
journey of revelation and forgiveness, transcending doormat qualities
inherited from her mother, and in the process finds what life's
struggles are really all about.
C.R.
Everett's heart-wrenching debut novel takes the reader on an
emotion-packed journey that lingers long after the last page is turned.
LOVE, CARRY MY BAGS – EXCERPT
Reese’s
dad was putzing around the kitchen when we walked in. “Oh, you’re
staying too,” he said, my duffel prodding his memory. “You can put your
stuff in Helen’s room. Since she’s not using it anymore, you may as
well.”
“Hey.” Reese greeted his father.
“If
you want something to eat, you’ll have to fix it the old fashioned
way.” Mr. Dahlgren stirred leftover spaghetti heating on the stove.
“Your mother made sure I’d be living in the dark ages when she absconded
with the microwave . . . . At least she left the television.” Reese and
I exchanged uneasy glances.
“Well,
that’s a good thing because you and Reese would be bored watching the
microwave together while I do my homework,” I said, grasping for the
bright side. “Reese, would you show me upstairs?” I asked, conveniently
escaping the awkward moment.
He
carried our bags up the stairs and placed mine on a low-set king-sized
bed in the first room on the left. The room reminded me of my
grandmother’s house with dimly lit gabled walls and a faint odor of
must, the vintage green bedspread, a ‘50s remnant. “Your parents didn’t
sleep together?” I asked, surprised. It hadn’t occurred to me that
married people might not sleep together. Well, there were the
Samuelson’s I’d heard of, but they were in their nineties and had health
issues which made a shared bed logistically impractical.
“They
haven’t shared a room for years,” Reese said, like this was normal—at
least in his parents’ household. I stood, focusing through the bed, my
head, lost.
“Look,”
I said with reluctance, “I’ve got some homework that’s due tomorrow.
Why don’t you go downstairs and spend some time with your dad?” Reese’s
eyes told me he knew it was the right thing to do even though he’d
rather not.
“I’m
so glad you’re here,” he reiterated, giving me a parting kiss then
closed the door behind him. I flopped on the bed, opened Accounting II.
Twenty T-squares later, Reese knocked on the door.
“I brought you some water.” He set the glass on the bedside table then sat down next to me. “How’s it going?”
“I’m almost done.” I took a sip of water. “Thanks.”
“Good, I could use some company down there. Dad keeps bringing up sore subjects, between channel surfing. ‘Have you spoke to
your mother?’ ‘Why did she leave?’ ‘The grass isn’t greener . . . it’s
damn brown for me.’ ‘Why don’t you do something worthwhile with your
life?’ Stuff like that.” I put my accounting text down and climbed onto
Reese’s lap. I wanted to make all his bad disappear.http://www.rafflecopter.
My Review - Love, Carry my Bags
This is a FABULOUS book.
It is well written, emotional story. Bittersweet
As the story develops so do the characters - first love, tenderness, difficulties and challenges. There is love and loss - heartwarming and heart-wrenching. Lessons of learning to speak up.
There is a love triangle in the story <Reese, Camryn, Glenn> but its not the typical love triangle - an emotional well thought out set of events.
I love how CR Everett involves the reader in the development of the story. You see first hand and feel the emotion in the story.
Let me warn you the story starts out slow. As I was nearing a third of the book I started to question what I had gotten myself into but I had to see it through so I could review it.
Once you get past that first third of the book it grabs you and takes hold - you won't be able to put it down!
A definite MUST READ.
Just as in the story - you have to see things through. You'll be surprised what you gain and learn.
My Review - I Loved that About Her
Wow! - not what I was expecting
After reading Love, Carry My Bags I didn't like Glenn even though he seemed to redeem himself towards the end of the book.
I Loved that About Her gives Glenn's point of view - things you would not even consider. You truly don't know what one goes through - there are always 2 sides to a story.
Great follow-up to Love, Carry My Bags
