Readers will be swept away to an island retreat where they walk alongside Kim as she discovers that God's answers may not come easily, but they do come.
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Eva Marie Everson is a successful speaker and the award-winning author of Things Left Unspoken, This Fine Life, and Chasing Sunsets. She is coauthor of the Potluck Club books and the Potluck Catering Club series. She lives in Florida.
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CHASING SUNSETSa cedar key novel
By EVA MARIE EVERSON
Revell BooksCopyright © 2011 Eva Marie Everson
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Chapter OneThe Juvenile and Family Courthouse is cold, no matter the time of year. And it always smells the same, like heartache and justice, wood polish and sweat, leather and lace. The effect it has on me, from the moment I turn down the long stretch of road leading to the white brick building, never changes. My stomach clenches, then flips. I break into a cold sweat. My head spins.
Today was no different. I pulled my four-year-old white Honda CR-V into the parking area, my eyes scanning for an empty space and, at the same time, my ex-husband's sparkling new Jaguar XJL. Supercharged and gun-metal gray. I was unsure as to whether I hoped he would be there before me or not, but when his car was nowhere in sight, I felt instant relief.
I parked under the shade of a blooming pink crepe myrtle, turned off the car, took a deep breath, and sighed. "God be with me," I said out loud. I gave my watch a quick glance. It was nearly 1:30 in the afternoon; our hearing was set for 2:00.
Set for 2:00, but experience told me we could be sitting there for several uncomfortable hours before our case was called. I reached over the console for the short stack of manila folders I brought with me, each one meticulously labeled. Divorce Papers
Correspondence/Charlie and Kids
Correspondence/Charlie and Me
Evidence Obtained by C. Jefferson
A tapping at my window startled me, and I jumped. I turned toward the noise as I pressed my hand against my chest. "Heather!" I let out a breath. "You nearly scared me to death."
My younger sister stood bent over at the waist, her pretty face just inches from mine, separated only by the window glass. She smiled, even as her brow furrowed. "Are you okay?"
I opened the car door. "I am now." I returned the smile as I swung my legs toward the asphalt. "You're here."
"Where else would I be?" She wrapped me in one of her delicious hugs as soon as I stood. "You're my big sister and you need someone to be here with you. So, here I am."
I hugged back then pulled away. "I can always count on you."
Unlike my relationship with Jayme-Leigh, Heather and I shared a bond like that of twins. We understood each other's needs, sometimes even before we knew them ourselves. And, other than always being right about everything, she was so easy to get along with. Her laughter came effortlessly, her close-set blue eyes sparkling. Always.
Sometimes a tad too much. I closed my car door. "What are the kids up to?" I opened the back door to retrieve the matching jacket to the flared floral skirt I'd chosen for the hearing.
"Swim practice. It never ends, even when school is out." She tossed her head. Her white-blonde curls, which refused to be tamed, even when clipped at the back of her head, shimmered in the harsh Florida sunlight. "But don't worry about the time; now that Toni and Tyler are old enough to drive, my role as Mommy is dwindling."
We walked toward the courthouse. "What does that mean?" I asked.
Heather shrugged. "Nothing." I thought I detected a choking in her voice. "Just that with the twins at seventeen and Lenny at fifteen, there's not much they need from me these days."
"Other than cooking their meals, washing their clothes, picking up after them, making sure they're home by curfew ... other than that?"
Heather looped her arm with mine. "You'll know soon enough, Kimberly-Boo," she said. "Chase is fourteen already, and with Cody being—what?—eleven, pretty soon the three of you will be ships passing in the night."
We ascended the courthouse steps as I said, "But doesn't this give you more time with Andre?"
My sister snorted, an annoying habit she's had her whole life. "He's always so busy putting in those long hours at the drugstore ... at least that's where he says he is."
My brother-in-law Andre has worked as a pharmacist for CVS "since it was Eckerd," as he puts it. While I was sure it was true his hours were demanding, I was equally as positive some of his time spent away from home was to avoid a sometimes overly clinging wife. "I'm sure he is exactly where he says he is," I said just as we reached the double glass doors, which I opened for us.
Heather stepped in ahead of me. Viewing her from the back—and her dressed in a floral sundress, odd-shaped freckles splayed across her shoulders—I was reminded of the dream I'd had the night before. I felt an emptiness fall from the middle of my throat to my stomach, missing Mom again more than I thought possible.
Of all us girls—Jayme-Leigh, Heather, Ami, and me—Heather looked the most like Mom. We all had Mom's square jaw, china-doll lips, and blonde hair. Ami had more of Dad's oval face and dark features. In recent years, Jayme-Leigh had taken to dying her hair auburn because—she said recently during a family dinner—as a pediatrician, she was taken more seriously.
That comment caused me to frown. After all, I'm not only blonde, I'm an educated schoolteacher.
"So what does that make me?" Heather had asked across the great length of my mother's dining room table with our father at the head and our stepmother sitting properly at the other end. Quiet and reserved, Anise closed her eyes and shook her head so slightly I wondered if anyone other than me even noticed it.
Baited for a fight, Jayme-Leigh merely blinked and raised her brow. "Exactly what you are, Heather. A homemaker. And before you start something, I'm not belittling your role within your family." She looked over at Andre, whose broccoli-filled fork was suspended between his plate and his O-shaped mouth. "I'm sure Andre and the kids would be lost without you."
"Why is it," Heather now said as she dropped her purse onto the belt of the security scanner, "that I always feel the family is trying to convince me of Andre's undying loyalty or my children's need for me?" At the direction of the pretty but stoic-faced police officer on the other side of the metal detector, she walked forward.
I gave a smile to the officer standing at the head of the x-ray scanner as I dropped my purse, my jacket, and my files onto the conveyor belt. "How are you today?" I asked him.
"Good," he said, not smiling. "And you?"
"Good, thank you." I gave a glance to the officer sitting at the monitor. He looked to be all of twenty-one. Dedicated, his eyes never left the screen.
I followed my sister's steps through the metal detector. It went off.
"Step back through, ma'am," the officer on the other side of the metal detector said. Her face continued to reflect her no-nonsense attitude.
My shoulders drooped, but I dutifully went back through. The officer at the head of the belt said, "It may be your shoes."
I looked down at the black linen strapped wedge sandals I'd worn in hopes of looking a little less like a teacher and a little more like a serious mother. Whatever that meant. I slipped off the shoes, placed them in a small tray on the conveyor belt, and stepped back through. This time I didn't set off any alarms.
Minutes later, Heather and I sat side by side on a hard bench near Hearing Room 102S. From our position, which I had purposefully chosen, we had a perfect view of the front door. My body temperature had already started to drop; I eased my arms into my jacket just as the front door swung open, letting in a blast of hot air and blinding sunshine ... and Charlie. All six-foot-three of him.
"Well, there he is," Heather said under her breath. "Mr. Suave and Sophisticated himself."
I watched numbly as he casually dipped his tanned hands into the pockets of his khaki chinos. Ralph Lauren, I'd wager. He swore by Ralph Lauren. He drew out the contents and placed them in a bowl on the conveyor belt. His wallet and brown leather belt followed. All the while he conversed with the same officer I'd briefly chatted with earlier. To look at them, one would have thought them old chums. Yet I knew the chances were slim they'd ever seen each other outside of this courthouse.
Charlie stepped through the metal detector but not before sharing a chuckle with both the officer at the head of the conveyor and the one viewing the monitor. Even the stoic-faced officer on the other side seemed to be in on the little joke.
I absentmindedly chewed on my bottom lip. Beside me, Heather was adding her two cents, but I couldn't make out a single word she said.
The metal detector sounded in alarm.
Charlie smiled, only one side of his mouth going up as he looked down at the officer who I could see was smiling up at him.
"My gosh, he's a charmer," Heather said.
This I heard. Like I needed to.
"Even gray hair looks good on him."
"More silver than gray."
"What did he do, have one of those tans you paint on?"
I started to laugh, then muffled it. Charlie returned through the detector, removed a large gold link bracelet previously hidden by a starched long-sleeved white shirt. This time the alarm didn't go off.
"Who wears long sleeves in this heat?" Heather said.
I looked at my arms cloaked by my jacket. "He knows how cold it can get in here." I glanced at her bare shoulders. "You'll be freezing before you leave here."
She shook her head. "I'm never cold. I think I'm going through the change already."
I didn't comment. I couldn't. I could only stare at the man I'd once pledged my life and undying love to. He slid his belt through the loops of his pants, adjusted the waist along his narrow hips.
Oh, Lord ... why does he still have to look so good to me?
"Would you stop staring at him?" Heather chided. "You act like a timid sophomore ogling the senior quarterback."
I pulled my eyes away from Charlie and to my sister. She was right. I was acting like a schoolgirl. "I could shoot him for looking so good," I said.
"How much weight would you say he's lost?" Her eyes followed him as he walked to the other side of the narrow waiting area.
"Twenty-three pounds exactly." I looked at Heather, who had turned her attention to me. "I know because he told Cody, who made it a big point to tell me."
Heather pulled her eyes away from mine and back to Charlie. "Not to say that he couldn't have stood to lose a few pounds. Your good cooking had fattened him up. Nothing wrong with that ..." Her voice trailed in the mix of courthouse chatter. "I thought you told me you didn't need an attorney for this."
"We don't," I said. "We're just seeing a general magistrate."
"Then who is Charlie talking with? Isn't that his attorney?"
I swung my head around to face the other side of the room. Sure enough, Charlie's ruthless attorney stood next to him with his wheeled catalogue case at his feet. "Alex Jansen," I whispered. I looked at Heather. "My attorney said this was going to be easy. All I had to do was express to the G.M. what the children have told me, show some of Charlie's emails between him and the kids and him and me, present the evidence of the private detective I hired, and ask that his visitation this summer come with stipulations."
"Stipulations? Personally, I'd ask that the court never let him see them again."
My mouth gaped. "I'm not trying to keep him from his children, Heather," I said. "I'm simply asking the court to remind him that he should keep his partying to the times when the kids aren't with him. He's setting a bad example of adulthood. One we promised we'd never set for the boys." Of course, we'd promised a whole lot of other things Charlie had conveniently forgotten.
Heather opened her mouth in rebuttal, then closed it. Her attention shifted to the doors again. "What is she doing here?" she said when she found her voice.
I looked over. Anise was stepping up to the security conveyor. "She volunteered," I said, keeping my eyes on the fortynine-year-old gentle beauty who'd captured our father's heart. Their marriage had done as much to shake the core of our family as our mother's passing only a few months before their nuptials. "I couldn't hurt her feelings and say no."
"I could have." Heather's shoulders squared, and she pressed them against the wall behind her.
When Anise spotted us, she smiled, then cut her eyes over to where Charlie stood watching her. Almost imperceptibly, she held up a finger as if to ask us to wait one minute, then stepped to our right, walking toward Charlie and Mr. Jansen.
Heather sighed so loudly I expected the front doors to blow open from the inside out.
"Shhhh," I said.
"What does she think she's doing?"
The question was rhetorical. Anise was not the kind of person to draw lines in the sand. Family was family, no matter what. Charlie, in Anise's way of thinking, was the father of two of her step-grandchildren.
Her grandchildren. Neither Chase nor Cody remembered my mother, their biological grandmother. Anise had bestowed as much love on my sons as she did everyone she came into contact with. While Heather would never fully forgive Dad for his hasty marriage to Anise, I couldn't fault him. Her gentleness was, in many ways, an exact replica of Mom's. And, while Mom had been a stunning beauty, Anise's loveliness was earthy.
I watched now as Anise reached Charlie. He cupped his hands around her upper arms; she rested hers under his elbows. They exchanged the briefest of hugs, a kiss on the cheek, then drew back. I watched as they spoke ... as Alex Jansen looked on, concern flashing across the sharp features of his face. But then Anise turned to Alex, extended her hand in introduction, and I smiled in spite of myself as the shadow from his face lifted. He, too, now smiled easily. His shoulders fell in defenselessness.
Heather continued to grunt.
"Heather, hush." I looked at her. "I don't need any problems here." I could sense more than see Anise coming toward me, so I turned to greet her with a smile I knew she'd return. She moved like a ballet dancer, feet shod in flat slippers, the hem of her full olive green linen skirt flowing along her calves. She wore a long-sleeved, pin-striped cotton blouse barely visible behind an oversized shawl. A gold collar pin winked in the filtered sunlight.
When she reached us, I stood. Heather remained seated.
Anise hugged me in the same manner as she had Charlie. She whispered, "You look marvelous. Strong and sure of yourself."
I stepped back as Anise peered around me. "Heather," she said. "Hello."
"Hi, Anise." At that Heather stood. "I have to find the little girls' room." She looked around as if she actually needed to go. "Any idea where it is?"
I sighed. "It's exactly where it was the last time you were here, Heather," I said. I nodded toward Charlie. "It's that door just past where Charlie and Mr. Jansen are standing."
Heather swiveled toward me as she took her first steps. "I guess I'll have to make nice talk with Charlie." Her dramatic flare was almost comical.
When she was no longer in earshot, Anise said, "I've blown it with her again."
I returned to my seat, and she took Heather's place. "Don't worry about her."
"I've tried so hard to be her friend but ..." Anise raised her delicate hands, then dropped them back into her lap. They lay cupped together as though one supported the other.
"I know." It was all I knew to say. At forty-nine—only eight years older than me, and twelve years older than Heather—she certainly could have been one of our peers. While I do admit to having been shocked by Dad's sudden marriage, I wanted him happy. While two emotions conflicted within me, I eventually allowed the latter to win. Heather had not. Jayme-Leigh remained much too wrapped up in her own life to share any opinions. Although, I reasoned, her pediatric practice was in Dad's office. She had more reason to stay neutral than the rest of us. Ami, the baby, was in her mid-teens when Mom died. Anise became the healing balm she needed, filling every gap Mom left behind. Back then, Ami was showing extraordinary talent as a ballet dancer. Anise—though not nearly as gifted—had spent the better part of her childhood in a dance studio. This gave them a common ground on which to build a lasting foundation.
The heavy double doors leading to the courtroom opened. A commanding bailiff stood in the gap, clipboard in hand. "Klein," he bellowed. "Anyone here for Klein? We're ready to get started." Then he looked around at the mass of others waiting for their legal fate as a handful of people walked slowly toward the courtroom. "Be with the rest of you shortly Just sit tight."
I blew a pent-up breath from the deepest part of my lungs. My chest actually hurt.
"Are you all right?" Anise's hand came to rest on mine. "You're trembling."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Kimberly Tucker doesn't want her ex-husband, Charlie, to have more time with their two boys, Chase and Cody. The boys are her life, and it's come to her attention they spend more time with their grandparents when visiting their father, who is once again enjoying the dating scene. What she can't understand is why they divorced in the first place. Their life represented the picture-perfect American family. When the judge awards Charlie the right to keep his boys over the summer, Kimberly is faced with coming to terms with the situation. At her father's request, she heads for the beach house in Cedar Key, where she will work at finding a replacement housekeeper. Kimberly doesn't want to be there, and she plans to return home, close to her boys, within a week or two. What Kimberly doesn't expect is to befriend the older woman next door, run into her first love, and have a second chance at the life and love she's desired all along. Eva Marie Everson shows us that love still prevails in her Cedar Key novel Chasing Sunsets. Perfect for that summer beach read, Chasing Sunsets is filled with Eva's wonderful descriptions and characters we can relate to and fall in love with. If you can't make it to the beach, no worries, she'll take you there! Available June 2011 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group. If you desire a summer's worth of great reading material, be sure to pick up copies of Eva's novels Things Left Unspoken and This Fine Life, as well. I promise you won't be disappointed!
I liked the book all the way to the ending. The ending was Very abrupt and unsatisfying.
Serious conflicts resolved too quickly or were pretty much presented then swept into a corner, but overall a decent, light read about a second chance at love. I haven't checked, but all those loose ends usually point to a sequel...that I probably won't be reading. Review by CherishD
Was good read until it came to an abrupt ending but geuss what - you can buy the next one to see what happens next. I for one will not be seeing what happens next!!!
I didn't like that the author brought in back stories of minor characters. I felt if detracted from the main story. Then the ending seemed just thrown together and wasn't really believable. I guess it is to get you to buy the other books in the series.
the story line was good. at the end of the book it just stopped. will there be others in this series?
I loved the story line and the twists and turns but it ends very abruptly with no resolution for any of the characters. I realize now that it is free to hook you into buying the other books in the series. I have purchased sequels in the past but I refuse to spend money on any more books by this author. I may borrow them from the public library, but I will never buy one.
Ending ruined a good book.
CHASING SUNSETS by Eva Marie Everson is the first book I¿ve read by this author and I think I¿ve found a new favorite author to follow! This is a book of hope, forgiveness, introspection and love. I love the fact that the main character decided to take a trip to Cedar Key by herself to do a little relaxing. For the first time since college, she¿s alone for 5 weeks in the summer. She seemed to be at loose ends until she meets her neighbor and ¿wise woman¿, Patsy. This time alone gives Kimberly the opportunity to examine her life, her ended marriage, her family's "hidden" issues and what she wants to do in the future. As in real life, it¿s a difficult road to take.I love that the characters in the book are developed ¿ it¿s like you actually know them. When an author can pull that off, I¿d say the book will be a success. You want to take sides in the character plots but Ms. Everson brings out both the good & the not-so-good qualities of everyone. No single character is black or white---just like in real life---but they have awesome traits and everyday flaws. Personally I like that in my reading.Chasing Sunsets is a fabulous summer read---by the pool, in a chaise lounge, or even on the patio. Bring out a fruity drink & you have the makings of a relaxing time just for you. I¿m giving this a 5 star rating and look forward to the next book in the series!Available June 2011 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.
evastated by a divorce, Kimberly Tucker is searching for answers. How could a marriage that seemed to be so perfect have fallen apart? What had she done to cause her husband to turn to some one else? Kimberly had been a people-pleaser and problem fixer since she was a child. She depended on others approval of her and was determined to fix all things around her.Will a trip to the family vacation home at Cedar Key force Kimberly to come face to face with truths that she had buried deep in her heart?This book starts out in the court room as Kimberly and Charlie Tucker are meeting before the General Magistrate to determine the summer arrangements for their two boys Cody and Chase. There Kimberly is told that the boys would be with their father for 5 weeks of the summer. Absolutely devastated at this announcement Kimberly is left feeling as if her heart is shattered. To distract her from the heartbreak her father sends her on a job to the family vacation retreat - a place she had not returned to since her mother's death.In this place Kimberly is forced to look at the past and face the ugly secrets of life that were locked up there. She must decide if she will allow God to rekindle and old flame and redeem the things she thought were lost. But this will mean that Kimberly must also admit some truths about herself and her family that will forever change her - and will set her free.I could not put this novel down. The author has carefully developed each character in such a way that the reader feels as if they know them personally. I enjoyed the fact that there were chapters that were flashback style - so that the reader could gain more knowledge about the past of each character so that the current choices, actions and feelings make more since.I could not put this book down. I can't wait for the second book!! I will be anxiously awaiting it's print date to see how this story unfolds more - to see what happens to the others in this book.Available June 2011 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing GroupThank you Revel publishing for this free review copy.
Kimberly Claybourne Tucker didn't want to be swept away by the magic of Cedar Key, Florida. A painful divorce and the responsibility of rearing two sons leaves Kimberly stressed and without the answers as to why things happen. When a judge orders her sons to spend five weeks with their father, Kimberly's father pushes her to visit Cedar Key, a place she has avoided for years because of the bittersweet memories. Her goal is to visit the area as quickly as possible and return. However, a chance meeting with Steven Granger, her first love, disrupts her plans. As she spends time in Cedar Key, she discovers the need for faith, the shadows of the past, and that sometimes there are second chances.I thoroughly enjoyed Chasing Sunsets by Eva Marie Everson. I live on the Gulf Coast of Florida so I easily identified with the atmosphere and vivid imagery. The intricate stories of the characters drew me back to this book until I finished it. There's no doubt that Everson is a talented author, but I wish there was more closure to the plot. The book is well-over three hundred pages, yet the story is incomplete when the book ends. Thank goodness there is a sequel planned. The first chapter of it is in the back to the book. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys fiction with a mixture of romance, sisterhood, and life issues.Available June 2011 at your favorite bookseller, from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Revell Publishers. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission¿s 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."
This book doesn't seem finished. It has a lot of side stories that I feel takes away from the man story. I also am not sure about the romance. It just doest seem believable. And the main female character is quite hard to like. Not a horrible story. Just not great either.
I enjoyed this book for the most part. It did make me uncomfortable to read about some of the little things that happened when they wrre kids that screwed up their lives adults. Makes me worry about what little things I could have done to affect my children as adults. Don't undrrstand the people who complain there's no sex in the book. Just because they are divorced and were sexual at one time, doesn't mean they give up their Christian values about no sex outside of marriage. I applaud them, although not being able to even say the words is a little silly for adults.
Great story! Ready to read the next two in the series!
I think finding love is over- rated besides who can find love again
Chasing Sunsets by Eva Marie Everson Cedar Key on the Gulf Coast is a memory for Kimberly Tucker, now a school teacher. Growing up, her family spent every summer and many holidays at their vacation home there. Since her mother’s death, she had no desire to return to visit old memories. Recently divorced with two sons, Kim fretted about what she would do when her sons spent weeks with their father in the summer. Her dad still owned property in Cedar Key and asked her to visit his home and hire a new caretaker and housekeeper to keep the property up and the house ready to occupy. It is an emotional challenge for Kim to return to the place of happy and sad memories. While there, she reconnects with a friend from about twenty years ago. A pleasant read. Everson blended the past with the present very well. This is the kind of book I’d read to really relax.
An easy read... So far, well written and nice story. but still a few chapters to go. Not thrilled with how much the author goes back in time, but I guess it adds to the story. I definitely recommend this book.
Loved this book, until the last page anyway. Great writing, believable storyline, but horrible way to end it. To get the full story, you NEED to purchase the next book in the series, and at $7.99, I'm not sure I will be doing that.
Believable characters; enjoyed very much.