Several weeks after she was supposed to return home, one justifiably infuriated father makes his way to northern Washington. It can be a good shock to discover you're going to be a father at eighteen. Maybe in more ways than one, which would be totally inappropriate. But here I am, and I'm his for the weekend. Two, he doesn't mince words, and he absolutely hates my novel. Flying all the way to Washington to see Dad's old college friend, who has reluctantly offered to help me with my writing after the world tore my first novel to shreds…big, big mistake. (A 40k words long Christmas-themed sequel to Out.) Warning: This story contains more sugar than the cookies you leave for Santa, and it's chock-full of greetings and updates from other characters written by Cara, titles including Noah, Home, Path of Destruction, Uncomplicated Choices, and more.
I’m not saying Henry jinxed us, but I’m writing the damn card next year. Additionally, I wonder how Viagra really works, and what’s it gonna take to get a proposal around here? Honestly.
FYI, Philadelphia is nowhere near our home in northern Washington. Of course, we had to deal with the man who didn’t want us to be together, and then we ended up back in LA, and we had to figure out what was going on with my brother, and, and… Okay, deep breaths.
I’m not saying Henry jinxed us when he chose to send out two hundred holiday cards stating we were going to have a blissful Christmas at home… Before we knew it, our peace and quiet went out the window, and we were headed to Mexico for a photo shoot my agent had neglected to tell me about.
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