by Cecy Robson
Series: Carolina Beach, #1
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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How can you imagine forever with someone who's leaving everything behind? Callahan, a former army sniper, wants to make an escape from his past and everything he experienced at war, but most of all, just not feel. Feeling leads to pain and he’s suffered enough. When he inherits a house on South Carolina’s Kiawah Island, he packs his bags, lured by the peace and seclusion he thinks it will bring. But, Callahan never counted on meeting anyone like Trinity . . .
Trinity has always been the cute, and funny one, who most guys overlook in pursuit of her "hot" friends. She became used to being everyone’s pal, until the day the young man she was attracted to, was drawn to her in return. He became her first great love, and first crushing heartbreak when she found him in bed with one of her closest friends. To move forward, and to carry out her commitment to helping those in need, Trinity enlists in the Peace Corps, but not before returning to Kiawah for one last memorable summer. She just never imagined it would be so unforgettable. Callahan doesn’t want to get close to anyone—let alone Trinity. He finds her perkiness insufferable and her attempts to entice a smile distracting. After all, he’s in Kiawah to leave all feelings behind. But when it comes to Trinity, who feels everything, it's hard not to feel something.
Neither expected to fall in love. And no one could have predicted how inseverable they’d become.
One of my favorite things about following an author is seeing their growth as a writer. I fell in love with Cecy Robson reading her urban fantasy series Weird Girls, and followed her in her endeavors in contemporary romance. While I enjoyed her Shattered Past series, and hit pay dirt with the O’Brien Family series but she blew me away with Inseverable.
Inseverable is the first novel in her new Carolina Beach series and she had me reaching for the truffles, laughing aloud and even crying.
Inseverable: (adjective) unable to be severed or separated: an inseverable alliance.
Dirty Chai Latte Review of Inseverable
A Dirty Chai Latte consists of 1-ounce espresso, 4 ounces chai tea concentrate and 2 and 1/2 ounces milk. I have broken down Inseverable by these key ingredients.
- Milk: Set in a small South Carolina Beach town we first meet a group of recent college graduates who have been friends since childhood. They are all lifeguards and enjoying their last summer together before heading off to college. A nice mix of guys and gals, Robson had me laughing, enjoying their comradery and envying their obvious bonds. I am so excited that this is a series and cannot wait to see which friend’s story we will get next. The story screamed summer and is the perfect beach read.
- Chai Tea: The Grease soundtrack of Summer Lovin played in my mind as I lost myself in this slow building romance. Trinity is spending her last summer at the beach before heading off on a two-year stint with the Peace Corps. Callahan has just finished eight years of service in the Army as a sniper. He has come to the Carolina Beach to escape and refinish the house on Kiawah Island he inherited from his Uncle. The banter and snark between Trinity and Callahan was absolutely frickin’ priceless. I adored Trinity’s tenacity even as I blushed every time she opened her mouth. The chemistry was of the charts and felt so genuine that I became completely caught up in their story. Robson fleshed out both characters as their relationship progressed past his grumbles. I loved how she peeled back their layers. Trinity may be a little insecure, but she is funny and determined. She has incredible insight and the ability to make me laugh so hard she brought me to tears. I wanted to hug this book.
- Espresso: All the feels Robson gave me as I devoured Inseverable provided that book high I am constantly craving. My stomach flipped right along with Trinity’s when we meet Callahan. I felt his emotional pain, experienced her fears and admired her on so many levels. The author made me feel Callahan’s pain and I began to sweat as I realized what the conflict would be in their story. I even stopped reading at one point and verbally talked out my feelings. Robson has this habit of ripping my heart out, and I quickly reached for a truffle. While we experience some angst, she does not torture us. Although she did have me holding my breath and desperately wanting an HEA. One could label this New Adult, but Robson gave us a swoon-worthy romance any adult would love.
Inseverable delivered all the elements I adore in a heated, small-town, contemporary romance. Robson added her unique brand to this romance making it one I will not soon forget. I cannot wait to return for more stories set in Carolina Beach.
That’s all I have left until this shit ends.
Three days shouldn’t feel like forever, not compared to the eight years I’ve bled to the Army. Thing is, good men have been killed in less time. In as quick as a blink, a squeeze of a trigger, or a small breath right before a grenade blows is all the time it takes to shove someone right out of life and well into death.
That’s what makes three days as long as it is. Three days is plenty of time to die.
My eyes tear when the wind picks up and shoots grime through the small hole of my lookout point. This blown out piece of cinderblock is only big enough to allow me a view of the street below, but not so small I don’t get smacked in the face with more filth. The tarp flaps above me as I spit out another layer of the dirt-sand mix spackling my teeth. Christ Almighty, I need a swig of the water resting near my elbow. But my thirst, like everything else has to wait.
I have a job to do.
I adjust my hips against the cracked cement of my bed, bathroom, and home all rolled into one, thankful that the agonizing ache stretching over the lower half of my body has settled into a now familiar numbness.
Out of all the points I’d scouted, and all the accumulated years spent in this position, I should be used to it. And in a strange way, it should almost be home. Yet nothing ever has been home.
But in three days, maybe something finally will be . . .
I shove my thoughts away and breathe as my fellow Rangers stalk along the street. It’s then I see them, a mother and daughter walking straight toward my team. Less than one city block separates them from the men counting on me to keep them alive.
The hell? How did they get past the other sniper unreported? Rogers is new on watch. But the quick paces these two are taking should have clued him in that something’s up. I train my scope on their faces; their expressions are blank, unreadable. ‘Cept that’s not what keeps my attention.
The little girl can’t be more than five. So why the fuck isn’t her mother holding her hand? I lift my radio and bark a warning, dropping it beside me as I lock my scope dead center on the woman’s head.
The radio crackles and Modreski chimes in, yelling at his team to hold their positions. He asks me what my plan is, knowing if something’s caused the short-hairs on my neck to rise, he and the boys damn well need to listen. But I don’t hear him, with a breath and a squeeze of the trigger, I leave a kid without a mother.
Just beneath the sleeve of her abayah―the dress completely covering her body―I see it, a detonator that would trigger the explosives likely strapped to her chest. A few Rangers I know―Simons and Boreman, rush forward. I start to mutter a curse, pissed at her for making me shoot her in front of her kid. But the curse lodges in my throat when I see the kid isn’t looking at her mother lying next to her dead.
She’s watching my advancing team as she lifts the detonator clasped tight in her hand.