Spotlight: Blue Moon Over Bliss Lake

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Home for the holidays…

Sierra O’Brien and Carter Grove have a lot of history—and regrets between them.
Their high school romance didn’t survive after he went away to college. Despite
tremendous business success, Carter never found another woman like Sierra and
has two failed marriages to prove it. Sierra’s luck wasn’t much better, but
after being widowed, she heads back to Bliss to plan her future. The last thing
either expected was to run into each other or to reconnect to the magic that
once drew them together.

Can Sierra and Carter make it work this time or are they doomed to repeat the
past and let the same mistakes drive them apart? In Bliss, the inexplicable is
an everyday occurrence, and anything is possible—especially during a blue moon.  

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About the Author:
Cate Masters has
made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be a Jersey
girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in
her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and
fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company.
Look for her at and in strange nooks and far-flung corners
of the web.
Contact Details:
Twitter:  @CateMasters
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Ensconced in soft down, Sierra floated down from
her dreams, the one place she always found safety. Her body acknowledged the
bed, the sunshine stinging her eyes drawing her back toward reality.
Reluctantly, she pried open one then blinked both open. After a moment of
confusion, she knew where she was: home. In Bliss.
Dreams of Carter had helped make the night
blissful, too. While she rose and puttered around, making the bed, a vivid
image of him stayed in her mind. How the heck had a decade improved his looks?
Carter 2.0. Oh yeah, he’d love that, with all his cutting-edge technological
developments, he’d become one of Steve Jobs’ main competitors. Unlike Jobs,
Carter’s sharp, professional appearance lent an unapproachable air, the
expensive suit he’d worn the day before cut so well to his figure it looked
tailor-made. It probably was. The soft fabric had surprised her. So had the
taut muscles beneath the suit. Carter kept himself in shape. He had everything
in life he could possibly need. A pang of regret sliced through her.

Or did he?
She headed to the bathroom and twisted the faucet knob. Steam began to fill the
small bathroom as she stepped inside the shower. It hadn’t escaped her notice
when Forbes listed him in its Top 40
Under 40
. She’d been happy for his success, but something about those media
photos grabbed her attention, and she lingered over them. His smile appeared
too rehearsed, empty of happiness. Sometimes pictures showed a woman clinging
to him, her embrace cloying and possessive rather than loving.
Toweling off, she tried to remember his current
wife’s name. It escaped her; he’d married at least twice. A bitter chuckle
escaped and she wiped the mirror free of steam a little harder than necessary. And you thought you were the love of his
. Obviously, he didn’t have one—he had many.
She frowned at her hazy reflection. After reading
another article she’d run across online in some pretentious magazine like Architectural Digest, she’d questioned
whether she ever really knew the man. His wife—Barbara, maybe?—had had their
initials monogrammed on everything throughout their McMansion. A beautiful
place, but cold. Overbearing. Nothing like the boy she’d once loved.
You’re not
exactly the same girl either.
Gaunt face, pale skin, and dark circles
beneath her eyes. Not for long.
Carter had made his mark on the world and she intended to do the same. Much
smaller than his, of course, but she didn’t need to conquer the universe. A
state or two might be nice, though.
“Oh, Carter.” He’d left his mark on her, too. Ten
years melted away when she’d seen him the day before, the two minutes leaving a
vivid impression. Throughout the night, in the haze of sleep, memories of the
two years they’d shared filled her with sublime happiness. How bright the
future had appeared then.

She straightened. It
will be.
A little late, but starting over would give her the opportunity to
make it better this time.

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