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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
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I'm Not Your Enemy (Enemies #2)

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Cara Dee
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ISBN/ ASIN:
B09FYC18G8
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Family | Book 2 of 2 | Lovers to Enemies | Enemies to…
The line between love and hate has never been so thin, and Blake and Sebastian return in this sequel with bottled-up hurt that somehow just brings them even closer.
Sebastian was right. I was a coward. I ran my closeted tail all the way back to Georgia. Once I got there, I had no place left to hide. My life imploded. But when I was welcome nowhere, I still had to go somewhere.
I could barely look my sister in the eye, facing Sebastian didn’t even exist on my radar, and I was prepared for my brother-in-law’s protective hostility. I just didn’t have a choice. For once in my life, I wanted redemption. I wanted to belong somewhere, and I was ready to work for it.
Sebastian was the exception—hard no. I might have screwed up royally, but he wasn’t so damn innocent. He’d hurt me too, and he better not push me. In fact, it was best we avoided each other altogether. So it didn't make a lick of sense for me to seek him out to provoke a reaction.
***This story takes place in Cara Dee’s Camassia Cove Universe, a fictional town where all books stand on their own, unless otherwise stated, and the reader can jump in wherever they want.
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One

Blake Kidd

I stuck my feet into my boots as my mother rang the bell and hollered that it was breakfast.

Some things never changed. To this day, breakfast was for everyone who worked on the ranch. A dozen people dropped what they were doing and headed for the main house every morning at seven. Some had just woken up, like me, and others had been up for hours already.

I left my cabin and trailed up the hill like so many times before.

But some things would never be the same either.

Nerves tightened my stomach on the way. Rosie, my old Lab, greeted me on the big porch.

“Hey, girl.” I dipped down and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll bring you a treat later.”

She loved this time of year. The fans weren’t necessary anymore, and she could wander around the porch and be lazy wherever she wanted, rather than chasing a shaded spot or a breeze.

Once inside the house, I hung up my hat and entered the big kitchen.

“Mornin’, son.” Dad briefly looked up from his newspaper.

The others, ten employees and a cousin who was visiting, were busy filling their plates.

Mom didn’t spare me a glance. She could pretend it was because she was busy pouring coffee, but we knew better.

It was a punch in the gut and filled me with regret.

I shouldn’t have come out to them.

The black sheep of the family had turned an even darker shade of black.

Dad was at the head of the table as always, and no other seat was reserved, but one chair close to Dad was generally saved for me. Today was no exception, so I sat down and reached for a few strips of bacon and two slices of toast.

Ma filled my mug with coffee but didn’t ask what was on today’s schedule like she usually did. Her regular smile was firmly in place, though. She loved taking care of the people on the ranch, and she flitted about throughout the meal. Her own breakfast would be enjoyed in solitude when everyone was back to work and she had cleared the table. Then she’d sit here with her coffee, toast, and radio. Sometimes, it was Willie Nelson. Sometimes a Christian show.

“Mark, you need to eat more than that,” she scolded playfully. “You just sat down!”

“Sorry, ma’am, but we gotta head out,” Mark replied. He crammed a muffin into his mouth and gestured to Keith and Ez. They were driving out to the western paddock today, if I wasn’t mistaken.

“Thank you for breakfast, Mrs. Kidd,” Ez said.

Keith filled in. “Amazing as always, ma’am.”

Dad glanced at them over the edge of the paper, then slid his gaze to me. “Were you goin’ with them tomorrow?”

I nodded with a dip of my chin. “Yes, sir. I’m fixin’ the gate today.” The big wrought-iron gate that welcomed people to the Kidd Ranch had taken a hit after a storm last weekend.

“Ah, right.” Dad nodded too and returned to his paper. “Good.”

The rest of the meal went by with nothing but low murmurs between the ranch hands. I wasn’t very hungry, but it was gonna be a long day, and I had to eat.

I sipped my coffee and snuck glances toward Mom every now and then. She was dead set on acting like nothing had happened, wasn’t she? She’d burst out in tears and stormed out of the sitting room right after I’d told them two days ago. Since then, I’d been on the receiving end of smiles that didn’t reach her eyes and nothing else. She hadn’t spoken directly to me at dinner—or breakfast, for that matter.

It was worse than anger. I could take anger.

A few days later, I was working on the fence behind the bed-and-breakfast on our property. The storm had really done a number on us in the most annoying way. Nothing major had been damaged, just a million little things. And when the ranch spanned over four hundred acres, it was a lot of fences that needed to be checked out.

I didn’t complain too much. It took me away from the main house area, and that was all that mattered at the moment. I had to bide my time and lie low until my next gig started. Roadwork outside of Atlanta would keep me busy for six months starting on November 1. I was supposed to have another job right now, but it’d been delayed.

At the sound of a truck approaching, I straightened and looked toward the bed-and-breakfast. Dad parked right outside the building and spotted me.

I removed my gloves and reached for my water as he came closer.

Behind the bed-and-breakfast was all green grass and trees. The river had been fenced off about a mile away after too many close encounters from nosy gators. Our guests were here for a ranch experience and for the peace and quiet, not to fall off a horse when it got spooked by a gator.


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A New Enemy (Enemies #1) Read Online Cara Dee http://www.ilovenovels.com/a-new-enemy-enemies-1-read-online-cara-dee Tue, 05 Oct 2021 20:22:43 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/a-new-enemy-enemies-1-read-online-cara-dee Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Enemies Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
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Book 1 of 2 | Enemies-to-Lovers | Found Family | Best Friend's Brother | Opposites Attract
He put me on edge before he even cruised into town with his cowboy hat, devil-may-care grin, and Southern drawl. Partly because I couldn’t help viewing him as a threat. He was my best friend’s brother—and maybe more importantly, the uncle of Teddy, a special kid who’d been the light of my life for years.
Teddy couldn’t be more excited about his uncle visiting. Me…not so much. No matter how intensely the chemistry sizzled between us when we met, no matter how much my chest seized up at the sight of him, no matter how easily he drew me in.
He could return to his closet in Georgia for all I cared, preferably before I lost my ever-loving mind and had to wage war against the man who somehow got under my skin.
This story takes place in Cara Dee’s Camassia Cove Universe, a fictional town where all books stand on their own, unless otherwise stated, and the reader can jump in wherever they want.
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He’s become known locally as the beach cowboy. Every morning, he wakes up in his little house right on the cusp of the sand dunes of Silver Beach, where he’s one of only six residents. You can find postcards with photos of the idyllic area in every tourist shop in town. In fact, it was voted the third most popular spot for photographers visiting Camassia Cove last year. And no one can blame them. The six little houses look like pastel dreams that sit right on the edge between the forest in the background and the white dunes and the ocean before them. Framed by the immense black cliffs that encase Silver Beach. There he lives, Sebastian Wilder, our beach cowboy.

The first time I heard about him was a couple years ago when I took my niece to the beach. All of a sudden, I noticed several children running toward the six beach houses. Sebastian Wilder was coming down from his private walkway with a basket of something. My niece bolted over to him too. Parents around me glanced up at the commotion, only to smile fondly or chuckle when they saw the reason their kids had taken off.

It turns out that Mr. Wilder comes by most mornings in the summer to give the children fruit from his grandfather’s orchard.

My niece returned with a big smile and two plums, and she rambled excitedly about the beach cowboy.

I was intrigued.

After reaching out four times about writing a piece on him here in the Camassia Courier—and his declining each time—imagine my surprise when he called me this June. He was finally agreeing to be the next Profile. So I grabbed my things and drove over to him before he could change his mind again, and I was fortunate to spend the day with him.

I asked what he thought about his nickname, and he laughed a little. He said he didn’t really understand it; he doesn’t even own a cowboy hat. But after spending some time with him, it certainly became clear to me. Silver Beach is his. It may be public domain, but boy, he runs it. He takes responsibility and cares for it. He picks up trash, looks out for the kids who have their bonfires on the beach at night, and he stands at the ready with first aid if a lifeguard isn’t on duty.

You’ve probably seen him there. If not when he takes his early morning swim before the world is up, then perhaps when he drives his four-wheeler along the beach while picking up garbage and inspecting the grounds, or when he hands out fruit to children.

So what does he do when he’s not at Silver Beach? As it turns out, Mr. Wilder is a jack-of-all-trades. On the weekends, you can sometimes find him behind the bar at Quinn’s Fish Camp in the Downtown marina. Other times, you might find him at a construction site. He also works part-time as a driver for special needs children, and three nights a week, he volunteers at the Camas Quad. The latter is a passion project for him, and it was actually founded by his grandmother. The Quad is a youth center near Camas High, where children of all ages are welcome every day of the year, even during summer break and on holidays.

He sounds like the whole package, doesn’t he? I haven’t even begun to talk about his two adorable rescue dogs and the cat he looks after. Add an incredibly charming smile, his hair pulled back in a messy bun, and arms that could—

“Jeez Louise, Sebastian, I don’t think I can read another word of this drivel.”

Don’t get me started.

I carried the last crate of apples to Pops’s truck, then closed the gate and wiped sweat off my forehead. “I specifically told her I only agreed to the article if she promised to push for donations to the Quad for me.” And what had she done? She’d mentioned it briefly and added a website address at the end of the piece. That was it.

“This looks more like a very long personal ad.”

“Exactly.” That’s what I had thought too, when I first read it this morning. It was fucking nuts.

Pops side-eyed the paper with an amused twist of his lips as he filled his pipe. “‘Green eyes that can hold you prisoner’? Hoo, boy. A whole paragraph about how tall you are.”

I cringed and shook my head, walking back to him. My work was done here for today, but I’d be back later to return his truck. “Anyway. You need any help before I head out?”

Sixty years running this orchard had left its mark, and he’d been forced to abandon the upstairs of his house because he couldn’t climb stairs anymore. But he insisted, year after year, on keeping production running as usual—with only eight part-time workers. Otherwise, it was just him up here. Him and the river, as he liked to say. It ran alongside his property and cut this part of our town in two. Wilder Westslope Orchard, the first mailbox after the bridge. A ten-acre haven of the best apples, plums, and cherries the state of Washington had to offer. Pops was full of shit when he claimed that the forest around us and the river made the apples so good, but it was certainly something.


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