On Thursday, September 8th, my fourth book, Lest We Aren’t Forgiven releases and I am excited. These new characters have become pretty near and dear to my heart and I can’t wait for you to meet the Carlisles. They’ve always been the ideal family, but looks can be deceiving and grief, jealousy and greed have a way of changing everything.
A three month cross country trek has led Chris Carlisle back to a place he’s not so sure he belongs…home. Without his wife and daughter, nothing makes sense and he is determined to put distance between him and anyone who reminds him of his previous life; namely his family.
Kori Tagliotti has just moved to Glanville, California and it is the perfect place for her to leave her abusive past and move on to a better life. However, she soon realizes sharing her painful history may be therapeutic for both her and Chris. Drawing on the strength she’s built up, she helps him rebuild his life and heal his heart.
Unfortunately, external forces challenge Chris’ newfound stability and their relationship gets caught in the crosshairs of people who mean them harm. Manipulation, greed and lies are about to destroy everything they hold dear, and may even cost someone their life.
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“So, what’s this about you leaving the company?” Brent’s narrowed eyes let Chris know his brother was pretty worked up as he closed the door. Obviously he’d talked to their parents. This should be good.
“Ah, hello to you too, Brent.”
“Well?” Brent stood in the middle of the foyer dismissing Chris’ apparent sarcasm as he waited for an answer.
“It’s something I want to do and now I have the chance,” Chris answered matter-of-factly, moving past Brent down the hallway to the kitchen. He could feel Brent following hot on his heels.
“It’s not enough for you to just take off and go gallivanting around the country with Jake? Now you want to leave the company? Don’t you think you should consult with the rest of us before you start making such huge life altering changes?”
“Since when did you become CEO of Carlisle Wines, Brent? I talked to Dad and he has no problems with it, so that’s enough for me,” Chris answered. As far as he was concerned, the decisions he made had nothing to do with Brent so he didn’t understand why he was so heated.
“You don’t think about anybody but yourself, do you, Chris?”
“What?” He knew Brent would probably be a little upset, but he hadn’t been expecting him to come over and throw a tantrum in his house. “If anything, this is the first time I’ve decided to do something for me rather than worry about what was expected of me or what everyone thought I should do. If Dad has no problem with it, then you shouldn’t either.”
“Of course Dad isn’t going to say anything to you or try and dissuade you from pursuing this pipe dream of yours.” Brent rolled his eyes. “He wouldn’t dream of standing in the way of the ‘Golden Boy’.”
“You know, I’ve had just about enough of your snide comments, Brent. If you have something to say to me, say it and then get the hell out of my house.” Chris wasn’t about to let Brent say whatever he wanted and not get some kind of feedback. He’d lived his whole life with Brent looking down on his decisions or making some kind of sideways remark about the things he did, or how he was their parent’s favorite. For a long time, he’d put up with it; but now he was tired of dealing with Brent’s attitude.
“Chris, I’m just saying, you and I have been groomed for this. We are supposed to run this company together once Dad steps down, which looks to be soon. Now what?” Brent directed his gaze at him, but Chris could see his brother was a little taken aback at how adamant he was about his decision.
“Now you and Micah will run it. No big deal. It’s not like I’m selling my shares or anything. Like I told Dad, if you guys need me, I’m there, but it’s not like Micah can’t fill my position,” Chris offered, referring to their brother-in-law, as he leaned against the sink, legs crossed at his ankles, rubbing his temples. Dealing with Brent and his tantrum was giving him a serious migraine.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Brent shook his head.
“Get what, Brent?” Chris dropped his hands from his head, exasperated with his brother’s nonsense. I really don’t feel like dealing with him today.
“This is a family business. This is the Carlisle family business. Micah married into this family. He’s not a Carlisle.”
“You’ve got issues Brent.” Brent had always had a problem with the way their father, had accepted Micah so quickly and was teaching him the business. He considered Micah a son, especially since he’d married Nick’s most prized possession, his daughter, Shannon. “Micah is as much a part of the Carlisle family as your wife is. Get over it. You always had a problem with it where no one else has.”
“I don’t have a problem with Micah. I have a problem with the way everyone just seems to think he’s supposed to be a part of the decisions made about ‘our’ company.”
“Look, do what you want, Brent, but I’ve made my decision and I hope you can learn to accept it,” Chris replied, crossing his arms. “If not, oh well.”
“You are making a mistake, Chris,” Brent bristled, storming out of the house and slamming the door behind him.