Carson Manor Easter: Carson Manor

By Candace Dowds

Join Jaxon, Skyler and of course, Carter as they spend their first Easter together. With the support of their family, they have managed to move forward, happy. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Candace Dowds
• Release date: Apr 29, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386856115

Candace Dowds

Candace began writing after the passing of her son in 2009. It has been an emotional release for her. She is supported by her family and friends. Other than the time she is writing, she sits back for hours reading books by her favorite authors, Tijan Meyer, Rachel Vincent, Richelle Mead, Colleen Hoover, Claudia Gray, Jay McLean and so many more. That or she will go for a calming drive while listening to Eminem, Slim Shady, Marshall Mathers or The Rap God, whichever you would like to call him. Her kids are just like her, sarcastic, but fun loving. The rules she lives by 1 Don't take life too seriously 2 Don't live up to others ridiculous expectations 3 Surround yourself with people who love you for you 4 If life becomes too much, have a stiff drink and start again tomorrow.

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Skyler

When I wake, I become overjoyed and I can’t contain my emotions. Today is my son Carter’s first ever Easter, and I need to get up out of bed and lay out the eggs for my baby boy.

Rolling on my side, leaning in, I press a kiss to my sexy as fuck husband’s lips, and when I do, he smiles. His hand moves down my ass and he uses it to pull me against him. Fuck, he’s already hard, but I need to keep my focus.

Hon, we need to get up and set the Easter eggs and presents for, Carter, if I don't remind him, then he won't let me leave the bedroom, and as much as I want to have Jax worship me, I also want and need to make sure our baby has a magical morning.

As a child, I never had that. Well, not after my father was killed in a hunting accident when I was just five years old.

The moment he died, my mother became an alcoholic/drug addict. I was a paycheck for her and nothing more. Every holiday I'd wake up desperately hoping she'd come to her senses and remember what holiday it