Clean Break: A Novel

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A riveting tale of psychological suspense about a woman who finds herself
in an impossible situation
     Lured by the hope of a better life for herself and her son, Celeste Vanek must deal with the emotional and physical resistance of her compulsive gambler husband when she asks for a divorce. Though she hopes she is on the verge of making a clean break, her husband demands his family back, and things get violent. Jake ...
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Overview

A riveting tale of psychological suspense about a woman who finds herself
in an impossible situation
     Lured by the hope of a better life for herself and her son, Celeste Vanek must deal with the emotional and physical resistance of her compulsive gambler husband when she asks for a divorce. Though she hopes she is on the verge of making a clean break, her husband demands his family back, and things get violent. Jake Atwood, who witnesses the shocking scene between Celeste and her husband, struggles with his own emotional and ethical issues while attempting to help Celeste escape her marriage. At the same time, Jake is involved with Sara, a married and childless police detective who has a private agenda to pursue when a crime is committed that links all of these characters together and changes their lives forever. With heart-pounding suspense and brilliant psychological insight,
CLEAN BREAK will leave readers breathless.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307716835
  • Publisher: Crown/Archetype
  • Publication date: 6/5/2012
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 7.88 (h) x 0.87 (d)

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Klein / CLEAN BREAK

PART 1

Imaginary Friend

1

You can’t ask your nine-­year-­old for advice on how to conjure up an imaginary friend, but it might be nice to have such a companion. A confidant for sharing private feelings. A soul mate for lonely nights. Spencer didn’t seem worse for it, most of the time. In fact, since he’d taken Kathy as his friend, he had become a better listener and made eye contact when speaking with Celeste. He never complained of being bored. He performed better in school.

Celeste researched the subject and believed Spencer adopted an imaginary friend to help work through his father’s absence. The therapist she’d taken him to agreed with this assessment, although other self-­proclaimed experts on the Internet stated that age nine was too old for such make-­believe, potentially indicating an inability to separate fantasy from reality.

How about age thirty-­four? What would the experts say if Celeste adopted a pretend pal? She wouldn’t mind a break from reality. She could use some comforting.

“Spencer,” she called from the bottom of the stairs. “What are you doing up there?”

No response, although she could hear him talking.

She climbed the stairs and found him in the hallway sprawled across one of the stuffed plastic garbage bags, rocking back and forth as if on a raft in the water, his face buried in his book, reading aloud.

“Chet Baker’s real name was Chesney,” Spencer said, not looking up from the page. “He started playing trombone, but it was too big so he switched to trumpet, just like me.”

“He was a talented trumpeter, just like you,” Celeste said, kneeling next to her son. He turned to her with his round blue eyes that were so much like Adam’s. Along with his straight, dark hair and angular jaw and sloped nose, Spencer was practically a clone of his father, other than the lush smile and full lips he’d gotten from Celeste.

“Now I need your talents to help carry those bags,” Celeste said. “They have our sheets and towels.”

“Okay, Mom.” Spencer obediently closed his book and stood and lifted one of the bags, holding it from underneath with both arms. He negotiated the stairs and waddled out the front door, straining under the bag’s bulk. Celeste lifted the other one and followed him down.

Stephen returned from loading the truck. “We’ve got room for a few more things,” he said. “A small piece of furniture, if you want.”

Her friends from around the corner—­Emery and Stephen Weber—­were helping, Emery having volunteered her husband, along with his pickup truck. Celeste’s move didn’t fit the usual protocol for Brookfield’s Cider Mill neighborhood, where residents hired big moving companies that arrived with long, padded vans and muscular men who wrapped and carried every item. By contrast, Celeste, along with Emery and Stephen, managed to jam a bed and dresser each for her and Spencer, a love seat and chair, three lamps, plus their clothes, Celeste’s computer and desk, basic kitchen equipment, and Spencer’s games and books into two loads in the back of Stephen’s truck on an autumn Saturday morning while neighborhood kids played in the street, fathers paused in their leaf-­raking to watch, and mothers pushing strollers stared as they walked past.

Celeste was a few anxious moments away from abandoning her home of ten years. A two-­and-­a-­half-­story Craftsman built in 1910, with a wraparound front porch, plush lawn, and private backyard fenced by an evergreen hedge. Just forty-­five minutes by train to Grand Central Station on the Hudson line, an easy commute for Adam when he still worked in Manhattan; and for Celeste, a safe, idyllic community with her closest friends on the same block and one of the top elementary schools in the state for her son to attend. The house had been too big for the three of them, but at one time she and Adam planned to have more children. They would raise a large family and grow old in this house, they would pay off the mortgage, their grandchildren would visit. If needed, they’d install a wheelchair ramp someday and one of them would lovingly care for the other.

She took a quick survey—­what else to take? She hadn’t made a dent in removing their possessions, not surprising considering she was moving out of a 3,000-­square-­foot home outfitted with the accoutrements of a decade of married life. Almost all of it she was leaving behind, even the cherished bedroom set, a wedding gift from Adam’s parents. It was called the Antoinette Collection, crafted from black walnut and inlaid with cherry accents: the wide dresser and mirror for her, the tall dresser for Adam, the armoire to share, the two night tables, and the spectacular sleigh bed. She’d made love with her husband hundreds of times in that bed; now she didn’t want to look at it.

“What do you think—­anything else?” Stephen asked.

“Just a sec.” She started up the stairs and lifted the photos hanging on the wall across from the banister. The one of the three of them hugging a snowman they’d made in the backyard, the snowman four balls high, as tall as Adam, Spencer standing in front, Celeste and Adam to either side, the self-­timer capturing three happy faces—­four if you count the arrangement of acorns forming the snowman’s mouth. Next was the photo of her and Spencer on the beach in Florida three years ago when they’d visited Celeste’s mom. She looked at herself in the picture and realized she’d changed since then: gained a few pounds, although not so many her clothes didn’t fit, and she wore her hair longer now, all one length to her shoulders rather than the layered style and wispy bangs. And she’d started coloring her hair, adding red highlights to complement her natural auburn shade. At least her eyes were the same green, her teeth still white. The third photo she took from the wall was the one of Adam holding eight-­month-­old Spencer overhead in the palm of his hand, as if he were a quarterback about to throw a pass, their son squealing with delight. She’d been terrified seeing Spencer perched so high and had rushed the photo, causing a slight blur, but Adam had maintained firm and perfect balance, completely in control, with Spencer safe and secure—­her husband could handle things back then.

She returned to the foyer, cradling the frames like books in her arms. “Just these, I guess,” she said. “We’d better get going.”

Emery reached out and held Celeste’s arm. “It’s hard right now, but you’ll feel better. You’ll see.”

“I know I’m doing the right thing, but I still feel guilty with Adam not here and I can’t tell him.”

“You’ve given him a lot of chances. And if things change when he comes back, well, nothing’s permanent. You can always get back together.”

Emery was right, although she didn’t know the full extent of Adam’s offenses. Celeste hadn’t shared all the sordid details, even with her best friend, and Celeste couldn’t contemplate the idea of getting back with Adam—­she hadn’t even left yet.

“I’d say this is the best wake-­up call Adam could get,” Stephen said. “What more motivation does he need if he finally realizes he’s losing you?”

Yes, but would that be motivation enough for Adam to change? She honestly didn’t know.

“I’m really going to miss you guys,” Celeste said. Emery was a mother to three fine children, fulfilled in her own part-­time career writing grants for the Trollope Women’s Foundation, and married to a successful architect who adored her. Celeste and Emery raised their kids together, ran in the park, went for drinks on girls’ night out. They shared recipes. They used the same pediatrician. But they weren’t both moving out on their husbands, and Celeste understood that this difference could change their relationship.

As if reading her thoughts, Emery said, “We’ll still see you all the time, even if we’re not right around the corner anymore.”

She found comfort in her friend’s words, and hoped they were true. “I’ll lock up here and then drive over and meet you,” she said.

“We’ll pick up our kids and get some bagels on the way,” Emery said. “We can eat after we unload.”

“Here, I’m paying.” Celeste reached for her purse hanging on the newel post. “I should at least feed you for the work you’re doing. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“Oh, stop. After all you did for us after Maya was born?”

Before Celeste could get out her wallet, Stephen and Emery were in the truck, backing out of the driveway. Celeste started to wave, then put her hand down: This wasn’t good-­bye. She went back inside and called for Spencer. Again she got no answer. This time she found him in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet but not using it, his pants still on, reading in a voice at the high end of a whisper. He saw her and quieted.

“Are you ready? We’re all packed—­it’s time to get going.”

“Chet Baker went to prison. He had to go to prison because he was a drug addict.”

“Let me see that.” Celeste studied the page. This was supposed to be a children’s book about American musicians; she’d found it in the middle readers section of the library and thought Spencer would enjoy the short biographies now that he was taking trumpet lessons. She scanned the Chet Baker profile. There was one paragraph about how his life as a musician and vocalist derailed when he started using drugs. He was arrested on a number of occasions and spent a year in prison in Italy prior to getting his life back together and reinvigorating his career.

“Did Dad go to prison because he was a gambling addict? Is that why he has to be gone for so long?”

“No, Dad isn’t in prison,” Celeste said. “He went to a rehabilitation center. Remember, I told you it was like a hospital where doctors will help him sort things out.”

“What things?”

“His behavior . . . his mistakes,” Celeste said. “It’s kind of like when he used to see the counselor but this time he’s staying at a special health center until he gets better.” She’d answered the same questions repeatedly, which Celeste didn’t mind and Spencer’s therapist said was normal. The most important thing was to be patient and caring and respectful of his feelings.

“He’s there so the doctors can help him understand what he did wrong and how to change.”

Spencer pursed his lips into trumpet position while he digested this information. “Will he know where our new house is?”

“Sure he will,” she said, then added, “Everything’s going to be okay. I promise. You know that, right? You know you can completely trust me.”

Spencer mumbled, to himself or his pal Kathy; Celeste couldn’t make out the words.

“You ready?” She reached out to him. He closed his book and held her hand on the stairs and Celeste locked the door behind them, resisting a glance back once she’d turned away.

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  • Posted August 30, 2012

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    Immensely Readable

    Clean Break by David Klein is a novel about relationships. That means it’s something like a romance novel, right? Well, maybe and maybe not. There is a budding romance at the center of the story, but there are break ups too. More than one.

    When Celeste and Jacob start tentatively ‘almost dating’, they both have enough baggage between them to fill an SUV. She’s just come out of her marriage to Adam, a former college sports star whose addiction to gambling wrecked their marriage, which had been happy for the first ten years. Jacob has just come out of an affair with Sara, a tough lady who works in law enforcement. She showed Jacob the door when she realized that their affair was just as much about him getting a lucrative contract for his company as it was about attraction, love and affection. This was the man she’d risked her marriage for as well as her career. She opened her eyes and realized that the risks just weren’t worth it.

    Both ladies are trying here for a clean break to two destructive relationships. However, in the course of the story, it becomes obvious that we carry within us lasting memories of the relationships we experience and however much we may yearn for them, clean breaks are not always possible.

    A sensitive and skilful writer, Klein writes objectively, without cloying sentimentality. It is easy to feel for the lost soul that Adam Vanek has become, returning from the rehabilitation clinic to find that his wife and son just won’t be there for him to support him as he tries to make it through. But at the same time, it’s not difficult to sympathize with Celeste, his wife, who has had her fill of heartbreak, broken promises, simmering tension and the threat of violence. All she wants now is a peaceful divorce and a reasonably amicable relationship with her former husband, as they continue to parent their child. Although Celeste has had enough of her marriage, the need for love and companionship doesn’t go away and she finds herself attracted to Jacob. And Jacob, who rather cynically used Sara, is not a bad man really. He’s just a man who never found the right woman to settle down with.

    Although the subject matter of this novel is rather grim, it’s far from a grim read. The writer’s easy style draws us in and we find ourselves caring for the characters as the story unfolds. The climax which comes about four fifths through the story brings an unexpected twist which makes the ending far from predictable.

    Overall, I’d say that this is an immensely readable novel and a commendable piece of work. I’d have no hesitation to recommend it to anyone who enjoys reading novels about life and relationships. And suspense.

    Favorite Quote: He never remained in once city long enough to establish roots or permanent friendships and he lamented the lack of any foundation in his life. Here he was pushing forty and still flying solo. Jake had expected to be married by now with a family of his own, a partner to love, children to raise. Wasn’t that every orphan’s dream?

    “I discovered something very important”, Adam said. “No matter what your wife says, no matter how mad she is or how much she insults you or goads you on – don’t touch her. Don’t raise a hand,” Adam said. “I have to apologize for that”.

    Published by Maria on Romancing the Book. ARC received from publisher.

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  • Posted July 9, 2012

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    I love it when I get a gripping suspense novel, AND it's well written. Granted I wasn't always surprised by the actions of the characters, but I also had plenty of time to be shocked. Ever read a book and get hit so hard you take a sharp intake of breath? Yeah, that happened here a few times.

    What really got me was when he told the story from Adam's point of view. See, Adam was the gambling husband who was getting progressively more violent. He was such a sad case. He knew he was screwing up, he was aware of his bad decisions. Yet he still lost control.

    It was freaky how easy it was to go down that slope. Klein really makes the point that not only do you not know what the people around you are capable of, you don't even know what YOU are capable of.

    This was a great ride, and I'm a little sorry it's over. I'm looking forward to reading more by David Klein.

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  • Posted June 29, 2012

    Check out the full review at Kritters Ramblings When pitched th

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    When pitched this book to read, I was immediately sucked in by the perfect blurp of the book, but I had no idea it would take such a dramatic turn until it was right in front of me. Let's back up first - we start the story with Celeste who is a mom and is moving out of her home while her husband is in rehab. The reader quickly finds out that he is abusive and still fighting some major demons. Then we meet Jake who is the non-committer and is accidentally swept into Celeste's drama.

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