Gravity by L.D. Cedergreen
Posted by brriske
After years of trying unsuccessfully to conceive a child, Gemma Walsh discovers her husband in bed with another woman. Unable to face his betrayal, she retreats to Priest Lake, where her family owns a small cabin. But Gemma finds that she is not the only one hiding away at the lake to avoid an ugly truth.
Growing up, Andrew Monroe had been an intricate part of Gemma’s life but tragedy and misunderstanding shattered their bond, separating them, and they have lived with only their memories of each other for the past twenty years. As they rekindle their friendship, sparks ignite that neither one of them can resist, but the ghosts of the past linger between them, jeopardizing everything that they have worked so hard to rebuild.
Just when Gemma feels that she has found her second chance at happiness, she is faced with a shocking truth as her reality spirals out of control. She can’t deny the powerful force that brought Andrew back into her life anymore than she can defy the same force that now threatens to pull them apart.
An emotionally charged, heart-wrenching story that will leave you to question the freedom in truth and the existence of fate in its deepest sense.
I should have noticed the charcoal-gray Marc Jacobs handbag—from last season, no less—that lay conspicuously on the entryway tile as I crossed the threshold of my eighth-floor condo where Ryan and I had lived in Seattle for the past six years, or Ryan’s suit jacket which he had worn to work that morning hanging carelessly from a hook of the mahogany coat rack, a family heirloom on his side. Instead, I was consumed with thoughts of how, undoubtedly, this was turning out to be the worst day ever.
Making my way directly to the kitchen, I frantically rummaged through the loose papers that were fanned out on the breakfast table, searching for the Hawkins file that I had mistakenly left behind this morning in my mad dash out the door. It would be this day of all days that the board of Hawkins Direct, the telecommunications company that I was representing, would call for an emergency meeting in the middle of the day. The one day that I had the absentmindedness to leave behind a key file in my otherwise flawless and perfectly scheduled world.
Tucking the file under my arm, I headed for the front door. Then I heard it. Muffled voices filtering in from the hallway that led to the master bedroom. My first thought was that someone was in my home—an intruder—which fueled my senses with adrenaline and an inkling of fear. But as I made my way down the hall, one foot in front of the other, scolding myself for not grabbing the magnum flashlight—my weapon of choice—from the drawer in the kitchen, I heard Ryan’s deep voice.
I instantly felt a sense of relief, certain that I was not being robbed—or worse, that I was about to be attacked—but when I heard a faint giggle, an unmistakable feminine tone, my fear was quickly replaced with a sense of dread. That sick feeling that instantly begins to fester in the pit of my stomach, anticipating what I would find on the other side of the partially closed door that led to my bedroom. The room where I had shared a bed with my husband of ten plus years.
I slowly pushed open the door, my eyes taking in the bare skin of Ryan’s back and the toned, tanned flesh of the small figure that lay beneath him, mostly obscured by his six-foot-four frame. I scanned every detail—from the way his short brown hair was being mussed by her dainty fingers to the rumpled duvet spread out underneath them as if they had been in such a hurry they hadn’t bothered to draw back the bedding. The bulge of his triceps, flexed from the restraint he used to hold himself above her as he moved with familiar sounds of intimacy and pleasure. Sounds that I had believed were reserved only for me.
I had never imagined another woman eliciting such a response from him. I felt as if someone had ripped open my heart and snared every private moment that I had shared with my husband, dangling it in front of me like a carrot, mocking me. Look what I have. I stood motionless, trying to process the harrowing scene before me. My eyes moved from Ryan’s naked body to the incredulous open-mouthed expression that he wore when he finally turned to find me standing in our bedroom doorway. It was as if—until that very moment—he had forgotten me. His wife.
Faced with finding her husband in their bed with another woman, Gemma runs. After an incident with a deer, she finally arrives at her childhood holiday home. And is delighted to find her childhood best friend, and first love, Andrew also spending the summer on the lake. After a blissful three months, life catches up with them, and Gemma is forced to face why she ran away, a long kept secret that could destoy her love for Drew, and Drew’s real reason for running away from life for a while.
Ordinarily, when sent a book to review, the first thing I do, is visit Goodreads/Amazon to read the blurb and a couple of reviews if available. However, when sent this book, I could not find it, so I went into it totally blind. AND this is a good thing, believe me!
I’m not an emotional person when reading. I very, VERY rarely cry at books (Always, Kindle Alexander was the last). I get upset, angry, frustrated, annoyed, yes, all those, but I can count on one hand the times I’ve cried, great racking sobs, over a book. THIS book is one of those times.
For a while, as I was reading, I couldn’t see myself giving this book more than 3 fangs. It plodded along, nicely, but still plodding. I could not see where it was going and how it would end.
It let loose! When Drew annouced his reason for being at the lake, and Gemma made her discovery, at about 60%, the book took off. And I spent the rest of this book in tears. I’m not kidding you, tears, for 40% of a book. I’m not going to go into plotlines or details, because one little slip will ruin it, but, oh, but you must read this book! Its got love, pain, hope, joy, desperation, and every single emotion known to man, all in 286 pages of astounding work. Its written entirely from Gemma’s point of view, and you feel for her, you really do. As she relives that fateful night, the life she led after that, and how she lives now, and how Andrew fits into that life. As she deals with the repercussions of the incident with the deer, and how she deals with her husband’s infidelity. And how she deals with the greatest gift of all.
I’ve filed this on my romance shelf, but also my paranormal shelf. I’m not going into WHY, just know that it will make you think, deeply.
Read it, please. Just make sure you are somewhere quiet, with a box of tissues, and time to read in one sitting.
5 fangs, but seriously, more if I could.
Reviewer for Paranormal Romance and Authors That Rock.
L.D. Cedergreen has always enjoyed writing. It started as short stories, and later developed into poetry–some of which has been published–and then her first full-length novel, Ripple. She’s a vivid day dreamer, a passionate reader, and a fan of all music.
L.D. Cedergreen is a small town girl at heart. Originally from Washington State, she now resides in Southern California with her husband and two little ones. As much as she would like to call herself a beach girl, she is–without a doubt– grounded by her small town roots.