A Love Made Whole by Kate Hawthorne

A Love Made Whole by Kate Hawthorne

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Blurb

Calvin and Graham Silver used to be in love.

The spark in their eleven year marriage is gone, and they’re struggling to regain a hold on their life together. Living apart and facing their end, Calvin makes an announcement Graham never saw coming.

He’s seeing someone new.

Calvin’s admission paves the way for Graham to pursue Emory Edgewood, a charming younger man he hasn’t been able to get out of his head. It doesn’t matter to Graham that Emory is seeing someone else, but he doesn’t know Emory’s other man is Calvin.

Wanting to have his cake and eat it too, Emory tries to bring both men he’s seeing together, only to have it end with disastrous consequences. His home life and love life are spiraling out of control. Emory thinks he has no one to turn to, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Because Calvin and Graham are in love again…but this time, with him.

A Love Made Whole is a standalone second chance romance.

Review

Yay for trios!  And hooray for complicated characters!  This book contained no murder whatsoever, which made me sad, but I survived. (So did everyone else, which is a problem, but here we are.) 

In all seriousness, we have two men who love each other deeply but have worked themselves to a point in their marriage where they can’t be together. We all know those people. Maybe we’ve even been those people. It’s easy to relate to Graham and Calvin. (I found it easier to relate to Calvin, but that may just be me and I still liked Graham.)

Emory shows up in their lives – separately – and they find a way back together. It’s very simple and incredibly complicated, all at the same time.

Emory is a little bit less relatable than Calvin and Graham, and a bit less likeable. In the end, though, I wound up hoping for his happy ending too.

A few things felt rushed, and there were a few scenes where Chekhov’s Gun failed to fire. I’m wondering if some scenes wound up cut from the final version, and in the end it didn’t matter. I still cried, and cried a lot. (Fortunately, the Spouse had dozed off and didn’t see.) 

You won’t regret picking this book up.