Beautifully Broken Control (The Sutter Lake Series) by Catherine Cowles
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A woman trying to rebuild her life.

Kennedy is doing all she can to escape, to prove that she’s not the monster her father was. A simple life of peace and service is all she needs.

A man haunted by a past he can’t forget.

Cain has buried his demons under layers of control and success. The only thing he needs is his company and his solitude. Certainly not a woman with captivating green eyes filled with ghosts so similar to his own.

He’s a reminder of the life she’s left behind. And she’s a threat to his tightly guarded control. As sparks fly between them, they discover that what they might need most is each other.

But with pasts like theirs...you never know when darkness might descend.

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1733596364

ISBN-13

978-1733596367

Print length

329 pages

Language

English

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Publication date

February 17, 2020

Dimensions

5.25 x 0.83 x 8 inches

Item weight

13.3 ounces



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Editorial Reviews

"Catherine writes the best broody, damaged heroes! I freaking loved Cain, and he and Kennedy were a perfect match!" - Susan Stoker, New York Times bestselling author

"Emotional, raw, and utterly consuming. Catherine Cowles's storytelling is perfection." - Grahame Claire, USA Today bestselling author

"Catherine Cowles weaves an emotional and beautifully love story in Beautifully Broken Control. One of her best books yet!" - Kelly Elliott, New York Times bestselling author


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PROLOGUE

KENNEDY

A single bead of sweat rolled down my sternum, and my hand shook as I tried to wipe it away.

“Don’t.” The tech guy’s stern voice whipped through the small cargo van, making me jump.

“Geez, Whitley, would you calm down already?” Agent Carnes gave me a reassuring smile that did nothing to ease the rapid beat of my heart.

Agent Whitley turned his scowl from me to Carnes. “This case has been years in the making, and she’s going to blow it by covering the mic with her hand because she’s twirling her hair or some other stupid shit.”

I winced, slowly lowering my hands to my lap and resting them carefully on my Chanel bag. The purse was a lie, just like the rest of my life. The pale pink tufted leather had made me so happy when my mother had gifted it to me for my birthday, reminding me of the pointe shoes I loved so much. Now, just the feel of it made me sick to my stomach.

“Kennedy?”

My gaze jumped from the purse to Agent Carnes. “Hmm?”

Unease filled his expression. “You good on the plan?”

I swallowed hard, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth. “Yes.” The slight tremor in my voice revealed me to be as much of a liar as my bag was.

Carnes scooted a bit closer, leaning his elbows on his knees as he stared at me without speaking for a moment. He sighed. “Look, I know this isn’t easy. But think about all the people you’ll be helping.” I said nothing, simply bit down on my bottom lip to stop its trembling. Carnes went in for the kill. “Think about your brother.”

The FBI had done their research. They knew the exact strings to pull to get me to do their bidding. My eyes traveled to the wall of monitors on the opposite side of the van, my gaze going a bit unfocused. It seemed impossible that what lay before me was real. It was as if, at any moment, I might wake up, and this would all be one epically long nightmare. “Tell me you’re sure.”

“Kennedy, you’ve seen the evidence. We could arrest your father right now, but we want a slam dunk. For that, we need a confession. You can get us that.”

I had seen the evidence. Hundreds of pages of documents I could barely wrap my head around. Spreadsheets and figures that meant the life I’d been living for the past twenty years had never really been mine. My father had stolen it all.

My hands pressed into the hard seat beneath me, the edges biting into my palms. “And if I do this, Preston is safe, right?”

Carnes reached out and patted my hand. “You signed the agreement. If you get a confession, your brother won’t even be arrested.” My hold on the seat tightened. “We truly don’t think he even knows about the Ponzi scheme, but you know how these things go…innocent people can get caught in the crossfire…”

The agent let his words hang in the air. The threat they’d been lauding over my head for weeks. Get the confession they needed, or my brother could end up in jail. My dad was going away either way. And as much as it killed me to even think the thought, it looked like he deserved it. My breath hitched. But my brother…he was good, and kind, and he didn’t deserve any of the shitstorm this was going to rain down on him.

I let out a slow breath and raised my head. “I’m ready.”

Carnes clapped his hands together. “Good. Remember, we’ll be able to hear everything. Just get him talking.”

I nodded and rose, squeezing by the asshole agent at the recording controls and slipping through the small opening Carnes had given me. My heart rate picked up its pace as I climbed out of the van and made my way through the parking garage. I passed by the Mercedes Coupe my father had gotten me as a high school graduation present, and my stomach roiled. How many people’s paychecks had been stolen to pay for that car?

The backs of my eyes burned as though the tears building there were made of acid. Hold it together, Kennedy. Do it for Pres. My hand shook as I pulled the building pass out of my purse and held it to the card reader. The elevator doors opened, and I hit the button for the top floor. Of course, it was the penthouse office. Nothing but the best for Davis Barrington.

My mind swirled around that thought as the elevator climbed. Was it that desperate need for the best that had sent Dad down this path? One where he took and took, knowing he’d never be able to give it all back?

My gaze drifted down to the damn purse again. I had the sudden urge to rip it from my body and send it hurtling from the top floor of my father’s Wall Street high-rise. But I couldn’t stop there. I’d have to strip off every piece of clothing I had on. Scrub off the perfectly executed makeup. Undo the expertly applied highlights in my hair.

And what would be left? A burn danced along my sternum, one I desperately wanted to rub away. I squeezed my eyes closed. I wasn’t just a pretty canvas. I was a dancer who expressed myself through movement. I was a friend who always listened when someone needed an ear. I was a student. A sister.

My breath hitched on the last thought, and the elevator doors slid open. A sister was maybe the most important thing of all. Preston had looked out for me from the day I was born, it was time for me to return the favor.

The office was quiet, the lighting low. The minimum requirements for corporate Manhattan on a Saturday. I wove through the cubicles, by the fishbowl conference rooms, past a plaque that held my brother’s name, finally stopping at the gold plate that held my father’s.

I took a deep breath, raised my hand, and knocked.

“Come in.”

I pushed the door open and took a tentative step inside.

My father sat with floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, the cityscape as his backdrop, and grinned at the sight of me. “Little Princess, what are you doing here?”

The nickname almost brought me to my knees. He’d read me the book as a little girl. We’d even taken a trip to India because of it, I’d been so enamored with the tale. And like everything else in my life that I’d ever wanted, he’d given it to me. He’d always been a good father. Even when we didn’t understand each other, I always knew he loved me.

I couldn’t reconcile the two images in my mind. The father who read me my favorite stories before bed, and the man who had stolen over a billion dollars from unsuspecting investors. None of the jumbled discord dancing in my head made sense.

Concern flashed in my dad’s expression. “What’s wrong?” He rose.

I shook my head, lowering myself into a chair opposite his desk. “Nothing, I—” My gaze flicked down to the microphone I knew lay taped between my breasts. I couldn’t do this. My hand reached up, seemingly of its own accord, twisting the fabric of my blouse, muffling the sounds in the room.

I met my father’s gaze. “Actually, there is something.”

Dad lowered himself into his leather desk chair. “Lay it on me.”

My whole body seemed to shake as I watched the man who had banished the monsters hiding under my bed. “Do you steal money from your clients?” The words tripped out of my mouth of their own accord, boldly spilling into the space between us.

My father’s mouth opened and closed like a fish trying to escape a hook. “What are you talking about? Of course, not. Why would you think such a thing?” My heart cracked as he rubbed the spot behind his left ear. It was his tell. My brother always thought I was bullshitting, but from the time when I was ten and asked for a puppy for Christmas, I’d known this was his giveaway. He’d looked me dead in the eyes while rubbing that spot and said I wasn’t old enough for a dog of my own yet. That bundle of brown and white fur Christmas morning had told me otherwise. Every time he lied to Mom about eating a salad at the club, he’d rub that same spot, and I’d know he’d had the steak.

I gripped my blouse tighter, tears welling in my eyes. “Please, don’t lie to me.”

A coldness that I’d never seen before filled his eyes. “Investing is a complicated business, Kennedy. I’ve built a good life for our family. You should be grateful for that.”

“I don’t want a life that was stolen from other people.” My voice shook as I spoke.

My father scoffed. “Oh, really? And you’d be just fine in a public school? No car or fancy dance lessons?”

My hand trembled as I tried to keep my hold on the fabric surrounding the microphone. “I could make it work.”

“Bullshit!” His hand banged on the desk, startling me into releasing my hold on the mic. I didn’t move to cover it up again. “I have slaved for this company. For this family. The least you could do is show me a little respect.”

“So, you did it?” I could barely get the words out, the truth of them burning my vocal cords.

“I borrowed some money from clients. There’s a difference.”

I wondered if my father believed the words he said; if they were lies he told himself every day. “So, you’re going to pay everything back?”

“Of course.” He rubbed that same spot behind his ear. He’d never pay a dime back. His gaze turned shrewd. “You never said how these questions came about.”

My blood heated. His selfishness, that unquenchable thirst for more, was going to destroy our family and so many others. I swallowed down the rage thrumming through me, did my best to not let it shine through in my voice. “I saw an email I shouldn’t have.” It was what Agent Carnes had told me to say, and it wasn’t as if my father guarded his computer or phone. I’d used both in the past week.

My father’s voice turned gentle, but the tone was a lie, just like the rest of our lives. “I promise you, Little Princess, this is nothing for you to be worried about. I’ve got everything under control.”

I forced the tension in my face to ease, tried to give him a small smile. “I’m so glad. I just wanted to make sure.”

Dad gave me his own forced smile. “Of course. You know you can come to me with anything.”

He rose and I followed suit. As he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to him, I was struck by the audacity of the situation. I wanted nothing more than comfort and security from the man who had ripped all my comfort and security away. Because the FBI had told me the reality of the situation. At the rate the hedge fund was currently earning, it would take my father over a century to pay back everything he’d stolen. And as soon as the truth came out, it would be a physical impossibility.

I let my fingers sift through my dog’s silky fur. Tried to focus on my breathing, and the cool night air as I stared out my open window. None of it worked. A knock sounded on my bedroom door, and I quickly swiped at the wetness under my eyes. “Come in.”

A face as familiar as my own appeared in the opening. My brother stepped through, closing the door behind him. “Twinkle Toes.”

I forced a small smile. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

Preston crossed to me, lowering himself onto the opposite end of the window seat so that he faced me head-on. My chest spasmed, anxiety drumming a quick rhythm against my ribs. Ever since I’d walked out of my father’s office, gotten in my car, and drove away, it was as if I were waiting for a nuclear bomb to detonate. Waiting to watch the radioactive material infect people far and wide. And clinging to hope that amidst all the destruction, my brother would be safe.

He gave my dog, Chuck, a little pat, and Chuck let out a snore. “Gotta take a break from city life every now and then. And I wanted to make sure you and Mom weren’t at each other’s throats with this gala next weekend.”

I swallowed hard. When I’d returned home from college a month ago, I’d thought the worst thing I’d have to face was my mother’s critique of my wardrobe, or her trying to push me on one of her friend’s eligible sons. I’d had no idea that my entire life would come crumbling down around me. “It’s fine.”

Preston’s gaze narrowed on me, taking in every detail of my face. “No, it’s not. You’ve been crying.”

My heart rate picked up its pace, but I urged my expression to remain blank and gestured to the open window. “Allergies.”

“Liar.” He shook his head but grinned. “You’ve always been the absolute worst at it.”

I’d gotten a hell of a lot better. Something twisted deep inside me. Guilt. So much that I was drowning in it. I wanted to tell him the truth. But it was against the deal I’d signed with the feds. And the truth…it was going to kill Preston. I closed my eyes against the renewed threat of tears.

I loved my brother. He hadn’t just been my protector. He’d also been my champion. He distracted Mom when she was being too critical. He helped me escape when the pressure of expectations from both my parents got to be too much. He whispered in my ear that I should follow my dream of opening a ballet studio instead of obeying Dad’s wishes to go into accounting or law.

When Preston learned the truth, it would rip his world apart. He’d worked alongside my father for five years, idolized him, did everything he could to follow in Dad’s footsteps. And the whole time, he was unknowingly helping to facilitate the robbery.

Preston squeezed my foot. “Tell me what’s going on, Twinkle Toes.”

My gaze met his, my throat suddenly dry. Screw the feds, he deserved to know. “The FBI came to see me.”

“What?” Preston’s mouth opened and closed a few times before he continued. “Why? Are you okay?”

The concern in his gaze made choppy waves of guilt churn in my stomach. Guilt that heated with anger swirling beneath it. It all swam together with a healthy dose of fear mixed in. And it was all my father’s doing. “Dad’s stealing from his clients.”

Preston released his hold on my foot. “What are you talking about?”

“They got a tip from some colleagues, returns that didn’t add up. They’ve got a mountain of evidence, Pres.” My voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. “He’s taken over a billion dollars.”

The pile of papers the FBI had set in front of me flashed in my mind. Evidence that had proven that my privileged and pampered life was stolen. Every dance lesson, family trip, and semester of private school. It was never mine. It belonged to the hundreds of people who had entrusted their life savings to my father.

Vomit crawled up the back of my throat. I knew now that it was so much worse than that. Families were going to find out that their entire livelihoods had been wiped out. Even worse, he’d robbed from his poorest clients to convince his richest of his investment prowess.

Preston’s jaw ticked. “They made a mistake. It’s probably a jealous competitor trying to cut us down at the knees. I work there every day. I’d know if something fishy were going on. And come on, Dad isn’t exactly a criminal mastermind.”

But that’s exactly what our father was. “He stole from people, Pres. People’s lives are going to be ruined when they find out. They won’t be able to make their house payments or retire when they thought they could.”

“Kennedy.” Preston’s voice cracked like a whip. “You can’t say stuff like that.” He leaned in closer. “To anyone. Even a whisper of something like this could tank the fund. I know you’re not interested in business, but this is my dream. I’m going to take the firm to the next level, and that won’t happen if whispers and rumors are flying around.”

Preston stood, pulling me up and towards my door. “Come on, let’s go talk to Dad. He’ll clear this up.”

My eyes closed as though if by doing so, I could keep out the pain. The doorbell rang. I heard our housekeeper’s quick steps against the marble floor. The sound of the huge oak door opening. “FBI, ma’am, we have a warrant to search the premises.”

Preston released his hold on my hand as if he’d been burned, his head whipping from the FBI at the door and back to me again. “What did you do?”

Tears crested over my bottom lids. “The only thing I could live with.”

“You didn’t even give him a chance to explain?”

My hands fisted in my shirt. “I did. He admitted it, Pres.”

The sheer shock and betrayal on my brother’s face sliced at my heart. “And what about me? Did I even cross your mind?”

My tears were flowing freely now, streaming down my face. “I did it for you.” Preston looked as if I’d slapped him. My voice hiccupped. “They-they promised you immunity if I got Dad to confess.”

Preston shook his head, his eyes wide. He looked at me as if he didn’t know me at all. “This is all a mistake. Dad will clear it up. But it won’t matter. It’ll all be too late because of what you did.” His shoulders slumped. “I’ve only ever been there for you.” He opened his mouth as if to say something but stopped, shaking his head again and heading for the stairs instead.

It was as if he had punched through my chest and dug his fingers into my still-beating heart. “Pres, I’m so sorry.”

He whirled on me. “You’re sorry? You just ruined your family’s lives. What’s wrong with you?”

I raced forward, gripping his sleeve, my movements desperate as I pleaded for him to understand. “I did it to protect you! To protect all the people Dad has hurt, to stop them from losing more. It was the only way.” Preston stared at me as if I were a stranger. That fire deep in my belly burned brighter. How could he not see? How could he not care about all the innocent people our father had destroyed in his quest for more?

Preston ripped his arm from my grasp. “Next time you think about protecting me, do me a favor and stay the fuck out of my life.” Disgust filled his eyes. “I can’t even look at you.”

Preston stormed down the stairs, and I crumpled to the floor. “It was the right thing. I did the right thing.” I whispered the words over and over as I rocked back and forth, tears streaming down my face. I’d done the right thing, the only thing I could live with. But I wasn’t sure I could live with the hatred in my brother’s eyes either.

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About the authors

Catherine Cowles

Catherine Cowles

Writer of words. Drinker of Diet Cokes. Lover of all things cute and furry, especially her dog. Catherine has had her nose in a book since the time she could read and finally decided to write down some of her own stories. When she's not writing she can be found exploring her home state of Oregon, listening to true crime podcasts, or searching for her next book boyfriend.

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Teri M

Teri M

5

Great story

Reviewed in the United States on June 30, 2024

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Really loved the story. Two broken people who found each other and are working to make a better place for so many. Heart breaking tragedy keeps the reader turning pages. Great story.

Erica Gilbert

Erica Gilbert

5

All of the feels. And I mean all of them!

Reviewed in the United States on February 29, 2020

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This book is an amazing way to end the Sutter Lake series. I absolutely adore this series and I never wanted it to end. This series makes my heart so happy. Catherine Cowles has a way of taking some of the most heartbreaking life situations and weaving them into something that ends in complete beauty. She is a master at slaying my darn heart and then putting the pieces back together. I simply love everything about the Sutter Lake series. I need more of all of my couples! They make my heart so happy. I think Cain and Kennedy are tied with Tuck and Jensen as my favorite couple of this series. I don’t think I can choose between them. Cain and Kennedy gave Tuck and Jensen a run for their money though. Whew! I need more!

Let’s start off by saying Cain is all sorts of alpha male, overprotective, swoon worthy, drool worthy, hotness overload. This man is one of my favorites. I loved absolutely every second of his story. He broke my heart and then put the pieces back together. Gosh. I don’t think I can adequately describe how much I love Cain. He is such a good man. He makes sure that those he cares about are safe and protected. There were times he went a bit overboard, but given his life circumstances it makes total sense to me. He lost one of the most important people in his life and he will do anything to not go through that pain again. I simply wanted to wrap this man in a bear hug and never ever let him go. He is so strong and compassionate. He fights for those he loves. He’s willing to do what it takes to try and grow and move past the tragedies that weigh him down. I admire Cain so much. I need more of him!

Kennedy is such an amazing female lead character. She is so strong and resilient. She keeps fighting even though she wants to give up and thinks she deserves whatever terrible things life throws at her. She is such a good person. When she was presented with an extremely hard life choice, she made the right decision. She went against her entire family to make ensure that the right thing was done and justice was served. Her strength is admirable. Kennedy is such a good, kind, and compassionate person at heart. That was one of the most refreshing things about her character. She came from money and fine things, but she didn’t want that to define her. She wanted to be more than that. She wanted to give more than that. She donated her time and energy to others because it gave her a purpose in life. It helped her fulfill something that was always lacking in her life. It made her feel useful and helpful. It eased some of her guilt for what her family did to hardworking people. I wish people hadn’t been so terrible to her. She is nothing like her parents and what they chose to do does not define who she is as a person. She truly is a remarkable character.

Cain and Kennedy together are fire! The chemistry between them was amazing to read. They knew from the beginning they were attracted to one another, but didn’t want to give into it. Their age difference and dark pasts made it hard for them to open up and be honest with one another. It made it all the more worth it though. These two are honestly perfect together. They help one another work through some of the darker parts of their pasts. They help one another realize that the past can’t be changed and you can only look forward to the future. That you can be better and do better than before. I love everything about these two. They had their bumps in the road, but it only made them stronger and closer. I will gladly read about these two forever. And that bonus scene Catherine! Holy moly! Just rip my heart out why don’t you! It is such a beautiful scene and really shows how much Cain and Kennedy love one another. That bonus scene is simply a must read! It’s a must!

I really love that I got to read about the other couples as well! I love the Sutter Lake gang and it made my heart so happy and full to see all of them so happy and content. Jensen was simply an amazing friend to Kennedy (#friendshipgoals right there). I love that I got to see more of Jensen and Tuck. I simply adore those two. I loved seeing the dynamic between Cain, Tuck, and Walker. Those three are brothers for life. They would do anything for one another. I really enjoyed getting more background information about their relationship and how it’s only grown stronger over time. It made me love those three even more.

Overall, if I could rate this story with more than 5 stars, I would! I love the conclusion to the Sutter Lake series. Cain and Kennedy were a perfect way to end of the series. I’m sad that the series is over, but I look forward to rereading it again! I felt all of the feels with this book. It slayed my heart and then put all the pieces back together again. I can’t wait to see where Catherine takes me next. She is definitely a new favorite author of mine!

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Miss C

Miss C

5

Obsessed!!!!

Reviewed in the United States on March 12, 2024

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⭐10/5 🌶️2.5/5 🚫Content warnings include, but are not limited to: -Grief/loss -Violence/death

I'm just going to go sit in a corner and cry now. Catherine! Your books make me happy and break my heart at the same time! I loved it😩🥹 

In this book we follow Kennedy and Cain. Kennedy is trying to start over on a clean slate and Cain is trying to just be happy with his success and his solitude. Unfortunately the past always has a way of being stirred up.

I loved this book so much, maybe even more. Ugh My heart can't take it, I just want to steal them away and let them live a happy life on an island somewhere or something lol!

The relationship between Cain and Kennedy was so good. Yeah both of them had a lot weighing down on their shoulders but I love how they broke down each other's walls. (Insert a lot of drama and heartache but we got there lol)

And again I was so shocked when the "past" part came into action and the bad guys got revealed. It's so good, very good.... and sad and beautiful but still good lol.

And then the last chapter is two years into the future and my heart couldn't handle that at all, I smiled so hard.

Remember to read the bonus scene.

Tropes:

  • Billionaire
  • Small Town
  • Dual POV
  • Romantic Suspense
  • Heroine on the run
  • Overprotective MMC
  • Age Gap

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Cassandra Jones

Cassandra Jones

5

My favorite so far.

Reviewed in the United States on July 25, 2024

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I have 1 more to read in this series & all ready have her next set ready to go. Love this 1 so much. Working my way through her back list. Waiting for the next to fragile sanctuary.

Amy Dickinson

Amy Dickinson

5

"A Broken Siren's Song"

Reviewed in the United States on February 18, 2020

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Overall Grade: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I fell in love with Catherine Cowles with her last book, Beautifully Broken Spirit. In that review, I noted her voice in its parallels to another favorite author of mine, Devney Perry. There is a gentle tone to Cowles’s writing voice underscored by plots that carry emotional gravity in their writing. No one is safe from harm in Cowles’s Sutter Lake series, and her newest book, Beautifully Broken Control, gives us more of her gifted storytelling.

In Beautifully Broken Control, Cowles writes of Kennedy, the mysterious new woman in town from Beautifully Broken Spirit. In that book, Kennedy is shrouded in mystery, but the heroine of that book, Jensen, sees something in Kennedy and hires her as an employee for her tea room. Beautifully Broken Control finds Kennedy happily and contentedly settled in Sutter Lake. What we find in this story is Kennedy’s back story and her reasons for her altruism. She’s complicated and the depths of her character are greater than the sins of her father. Cowles also introduces us to Cain, Tuck and Walker’s adept, yet mysterious friend. Like Kennedy, Cain holds a secret that has broken his life and made him who he is. Together, Kennedy and Cain’s broken pieces fit, yet both struggle against the path to a potential future together. It’s these struggles that make Cowles’s book moving. In the simplicity of her story are nestled these tender moments of empathy and compassion in the midst of the struggle for control, hence the name for this book. At its core, this story shows us that letting go and giving up control in the name of love can only bring immense satisfaction and completeness.

What I love about Cowles’s writing in this book (and the other Sutter Lake series books) is the gentleness of her storytelling. That seems at odds with the nature of the story which can be violent. Beautifully Broken Control is a lot of things: contemporary romance and romantic suspense to name two. With those monikers, it seems odd to discuss her writing as gentle, but there’s an ease to her storytelling that renders a fluidity of words over the page. When I started this book, my intention was to read a few chapters here and there until its end, wanting to savor the story. I had looked forward to the mysteries of Kennedy and Cain. Yet, the fluidity of Cowles’s storytelling held me to her story. I couldn’t put it down because it lulls you into its rhythm. Beautifully Broken Spirit did the same thing, and I think this is why I compare her to Devney Perry, as her writing does the same for me. It’s why I love their writing. As a reader, I feel full of the story as I’m reading it, and to leave it before its end, makes me feel insatiable. I need the completeness of the story; it simply isn’t fulfilling as a snack.

Additionally, the characters of Kennedy and Cain are enigmatic. They hold secrets. Cowles provides us Kennedy’s story early. We understand the motivations of her life. Her revelation of her secrets to Jensen and the other characters is the reason you feel pulled further into her character development. Even more, the tension and worry over their acceptance of her compel you forward. Now, Cain is a different story. Cowles uses him as the impetus for the tension with him and Kennedy. Together, these two are magic. There are so many moments between the two of them that melt the reader’s heart. I found myself highlighting so many of these moments because they are the gold of this story. Yet, as Cowles holds Cain’s secret from the reader (and Kennedy) for much of the story, we feel the challenge between Cain and Kennedy until almost the end of the story. While Kennedy’s relationships find resolution early, Cain’s withholding of his big secret is the thread that keeps you further engaged in the story. Even in its revelation, Cain and Kennedy are not okay. In fact, when you think they have found their happy ending, the reader realizes they have only tentative closure. Everything explodes when you least expect it, and this continues to drive the story forward. The way in which Cowles crafts Cain’s character inherently underscores the message of Beautifully Broken Control. When he finally accepts truths about his past, only then does Cowles allow Cain and Kennedy find their happy ending. This is the genius behind the story of this book and Cowles’s construction of it. Each part of the story, plot and character development, build to a message of forgiveness and acceptance.

When I see that Catherine Cowles is preparing for another book, I become excited. As a storyteller, I trust her. I trust her craft. I trust the place for her stories. Given I am a newer reader to her booklist, I think this shows her talent. I try to stay focused on the aspects of story in my reviews for readers to understand the tangible reasons for reading Cowles’s Beautifully Broken Control. Yes, the chemistry is here. Yes, the love unfolding on the page is beautiful. And yes, we are treated to more stories from the other characters in Sutter Lake, making it a bit of a homecoming. Yet, it’s Cowles’s careful crafting of story and character that is the true treasure of Beautifully Broken Control. In reading her book, you elevate yourself as a romance reader, and you can trust that Cowles’s adeptness at storytelling will win over your heart. Kennedy and Cain’s story definitely does not disappoint.

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