Carrie Aarons’ stand-alone contemporary romance, Down We’ll Come, Baby is now available and free to read in Kindle Unlimited!




There is no way we can still love and cherish one and other.

When I married Theo Walsh, the rough, bearded townie who worked construction on my family’s summer house, I’d found my happily ever after.

That was before the fighting.
Before the jealousy.
Before the infertility.

We’ll be divorced long before death does us part.

But to secure my place in the family dynasty, there is just one more hoop I have to jump through. And I need him to do it.

Faking the marriage we once thrived in will gut me.
Especially with the secret I’m carrying.


I would have sacrificed for her until the end of time.

My job.
My home.
My happiness.

I’d given it all up to marry her. That’s how much I loved Imogen Weston, the daughter to one of the world’s richest families.

From the day we met, I’d done nothing but try to live up to the man she expected to be with. And now, I was done.

Sure, I’d complete this one final ask of hers, even if it destroyed me.

But I’ve made her promise the one thing that might save me. She swore that after she got everything she ever wanted, she wouldn’t look back.

I made my wife vow to leave me forever.

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Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF

How do I sum this book up without letting any cats out? I have no clue. I started reading on the bus journey to work, by nine percent I was already in tears, yes, whilst on the bus, no care given. None. Zero. Zilch. Anyway, I carried on reading whilst doing the return bus journey home and no sooner did I get home and kick my shoes off, I jumped back in. Fast forward through nightly chores, etc, and I was back into this gem and I didn’t put it down until I read those sweet tortuous words: The End. The number of times being driven into reading as if I gasp for air after swimming is something I can count on both hands and still have spare fingers.

This is a book of three parts: Imogen’s and Thero’s point of view and the walks down memory lane we relive right along with them. Each memory is shared to shove the reader into the emotions as well as the history that these two have endured. Plenty of them are hard to read for one reason or another. They are surely soul mates for true. Their world throws them on a spin cycle more than once and each time they break just a little bit more. How can two people who truly are two halves of a whole not be together? They’d have been safer in a war zone if you ask me.

Imogen’s family play a huge part in destroying their lives. In a class equal to the Vanderbilt’s. True WASPs through and through. Troubles are shoved under overpriced Persian rugs and ignored; only when Imogen marries a “Townie” they can’t shove that much under the rug. Her father is as evil as I have seen without being a TV villain. I daresay off page he rubs his hands gleefully several times. I often found myself wondering how any woman in her thirties could allow her father such control, having said that, I don’t come from old money or high society. Theo gives up so much for his wife. More than anyone has the right to ask. Yet she never asks, he gives and gives and when the cookie crumbles for the final time Imogen is the one who sneaks out in the middle of the night.

The entire time I experienced this book and it is an experience, I’ve talked about it so much, several friends have already one-clicked. Living their lives with them became oxygen to me and I had to know how it ended, hence why I was up until gone two in the morning reading. The book hangover was so worthwhile.

‘How do we turn it off now? Now that we’re supposed to be done. How do we stop loving each other when we had no idea that we’d stated? One day, I’d been me. And the next I’d been here. There was no in between.’ 

Imogen isn’t the bad person in this; she’s ignorant to what her husband is suffering. Imprisoned in a bubble of solitude and pain. Love scenes were few and far between. Imogen and Theo aren’t in a place where sex can fix them. Imogen wants to return to a normal life and the way she does it had me feeling nauseous. How can she not see that she’s selling her soul to the devil and sacrificing who she’s become?

“We fell in love because we were meant to, because you stood as steady as a rock in the middle of the ocean when it came to our relationship.” 

Money and stature play heavily in their marriage. Imogen and Theo aren’t the ones that put it there. She has money, Theo doesn’t. Theo is indifferent to it, he hates the level of money they have. He sees it as an anvil hanging over Imogen’s head. She sells herself short so many times and tries to explain herself in narration and I just wanted to throttle the woman. I understand how these things can be ingrained into someone but for goodness sake, have a little more self-preservation.

‘It goes against everything I’ve said to him and to myself since I left Theo… but deep down, I want him so much it’s killing me. Every day we’re together, it’s like I’m carving our pieces of my soul.’ 

The author did the story so much justice. From minute one there is emotion and heartbreak. No build up here, oh no. This was my read of a Carrie Aaron book and I won’t allow it to be my first. The front cover does the book so much justice. I need me a Theo. Everyone on earth deserves a Theo to love them as much as he loves his wife. He asks himself once if he’s more invested and I truly believe that he was. She held a little back whilst he went full force, balls to the wall.

‘I would cut off my right arm, taken a bullet, thrown myself in front of a train…you name the horrific maiming and I would have done it to spend my life with this woman.’ 

Thank you, Ms. Aaron, for getting this one out there. The subject matter was difficult at times to endure. The heartbreak and tears so worth the ending.

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Author of romance novels such as Red Card and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic. A former journalist, she prefers the stories she dreams up, and the yoga pant dress code, much better.

When she isn’t writing, Carrie is busy binging reality TV, having a love/hate relationship with cardio, and trying not to burn dinner. She lives in the suburbs of New Jersey with her husband, daughter and dog.


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