To Catch A Dream, an all-new beautiful and emotional story of sisterhood and love from #1 New York Times bestselling author Audrey Carlan is available now!
The #1 New York Times bestselling author of the worldwide phenomenon Calendar Girl series brings readers a poignant and honest look at life’s most complicated relationships.
When their mother passed away, Evie Ross and her sister were each given a stack of letters, one to be opened every year on their birthday; letters their free-spirited mother hoped would inspire and guide them through adulthood. But although Evie has made a successful career, her desire for the stability and security she never had from her parents has meant she’s never experienced the best life has to offer. But the discovery of more letters hidden in a safe-deposit box points to secrets her mother held close, and possibly a new way for Evie to think about her family, her heart and her dreams.
“Audrey Carlan has created a gem of a story about sisterhood, love, second chances, and the kind of wanderlust that won’t be silenced, reminding us that sometimes the most important journey is the one we take home.” —Lexi Ryan, New York Times bestselling author
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Excerpt
As the music starts, the double doors open into the huge hotel ballroom. The first set of dancers flows into the room, following one after another while leaving the appropriate amount of space between them. Closing my eyes for a moment, I allow the music to filter through my subconscious and ease away any nervousness or fear. I open my eyes and watch as my sister’s arms flow
out to the sides. I mimic her position and follow her in.
Every so often we spin, swaying our arms and skirts, and make exaggerated hip movements along with the music.
Suda Kaye leads to me the right side of the room where I can see her zeroing in on a table with a man with long, dirty-blond hair who only has eyes for her. I glance down at the floor to ensure I haven’t hit my mark yet. I follow until she stops right in front of Camden’s table. I work around a table wedged in between a group of four. She nods at me and I stop on the X.
The music changes and I watch as Suda Kaye lifts her arms and starts the routine I’ve had memorized since I was a child. It’s one we were taught by our mother long ago. It comes to me on autopilot and I get into the music, drop my hips and use the cymbals to accentuate the beats and flow.
I’m having a blast and lose myself to the music. I do a series of hip rolls and spin around to face the other two tables. My breath is knocked right out of my chest as my gaze connects with the coal-black eyes of the only man I’ve ever wanted more than anything.
Milo Chavis.
Swallowing down the surprise I feel, I keep up the dance. Only this time, I feel as though I’m dancing for an audience of one.
His dark gaze leaves mine to slowly track up and down my body. It’s like a featherlight caress I can almost feel from beaded sandaled feet, along my bare legs and gyrating hips, up and over my working abdominal muscles and rolling shoulders. I arch my back and thrust my chest forward as I bend back and forth.
Since I know this dance well, I can take in every inch of his masculine form. He has pitch-black hair that’s parted perfectly down the center and tied tight at the nape of his neck. I know he usually fastens it with leather bands at intervals down his back. His jaw and cheekbones could have been chiseled in stone by Rodin himself they are so defined. His eyebrows are black slashes above his dark eyes and his skin tone is a toasted brown that reminds me of the desert hills on the reservation when they are shaded from the sun at dusk. He’s wearing a black suit with a crisp white dress shirt underneath. At his neck is an intricate bolo tie made of black leather. Twisted rope strings hang down his massive chest; an etched medallion at his strong throat has a thumbprint-size turquoise stone in the center.
One hundred percent Native American.
One hundred percent man.
One hundred percent beautiful.
One hundred percent never meant to be mine.
Meet Audrey Carlan
Audrey Carlan is a #1 New York Times and International bestselling author. Her titles have appeared on USA Today and the Wall Street Journal. Audrey writes wicked hot love stories that have been translated in over thirty different languages across the globe. She is best known for the world-wide bestselling series Calendar Girl and Trinity.
She lives in the California Valley where she enjoys her two children and the love of her life. When she’s not writing, you can find her teaching yoga, sipping wine with her “soul sisters,” or with her nose stuck in a steamy romance novel.
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