Synopsis:
He found me in blood and tears.
I stayed with him through darkness and fire.
We loved each other in the moment between innocence and
bitter truth.
We were the kids easily ignored, who grew into adults we
hardly knew.
He ran away.
I tried to move on.
Yet I never stopped thinking about the boy who had fought to
keep me alive in a world that would have swallowed me whole. He was the past
that I buried, but never forgot.
Until the day I found him again, years after believing I had
lost him forever.
And in cold, resentful eyes, I saw the heart of the man who
had been everything when I had nothing at all. So I vowed to hold onto the
second chance that was stolen from the children we had been.
Sometimes fate is ugly. Life can be twisted.
And who we are can be ruined by who we once were.
For two people who had survived so much, we would have to
learn how to hold on before we were forced to let go.
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About The Author:
The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of
Contemporary and Paranormal romance including The Find You in the Dark and Bad
Rep series as well as the upcoming stand alone romance, Reclaiming the Sand,
and a dark new adult series for Gallery Books.
A. Meredith spent ten years as a counselor for at risk teens and children. First working at a Domestic Violence/Sexual Assault program and then later a program for children with severe emotional and mental health issues. Her former clients and their stories continue to influence every aspect of her writing.
When not writing (or being tortured with all manner of beauty products at the hand of her very imaginative and extremely girly daughter), she is eating chocolate, watching reality television that could rot your brain and reading a smutty novel or two.
A. Meredith is represented by Michelle Johnson with the Inklings Literary Agency.
A. Meredith spent ten years as a counselor for at risk teens and children. First working at a Domestic Violence/Sexual Assault program and then later a program for children with severe emotional and mental health issues. Her former clients and their stories continue to influence every aspect of her writing.
When not writing (or being tortured with all manner of beauty products at the hand of her very imaginative and extremely girly daughter), she is eating chocolate, watching reality television that could rot your brain and reading a smutty novel or two.
A. Meredith is represented by Michelle Johnson with the Inklings Literary Agency.
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EXCERPT
“Maybe I should tell you a story. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that. You always liked when I made up dumb stuff to get you to smile.” I chuckled. “The more improbable the better, right? So let me think of something completely unrealistic.”
I sniffled, wiping my
wet cheeks. I hadn’t realized I was crying.
“Once upon a time
there was a sad, lonely boy who was actually a forgotten prince. No one knew
that he was rich and powerful and had a family that was searching for him.” I
smiled sadly, wishing, more than anything, that this particular story had been
true.
“One day he met a girl
who swore that she would help him get back home to the castle. They fell in
love. The prince wanted her to come back to the castle with him so they could
live there together. They fought dragons and defeated ogres. They ran from
witches and swam through oceans. And finally they found the castle. The
prince’s family welcomed him home and he married his princess. And they lived
happily ever after.”
I rested my forehead
on the back of his hand, hating how cold his skin was. “You always loved your
fairytales,” I mused, wishing he had been able to find his.
The hand in mine
stirred and I bolted upright. Yoss’s face was contorted in pain, his eyes
fluttering.
I got to my feet and
reached for the call button so I could alert the nurse that something was
wrong.
Then he let out a
breath and his eyes opened. They were clouded and confused as they darted
around the room, taking everything in.
I was rooted to the
spot, not moving. He frowned and then winced when he tried to sit up.
“Uh, you shouldn’t do
that. Take it easy,” I instructed, my voice shaking.
Then the wild, green
eyes found me. There was no immediate recognition and I felt the crushing
weight of disappointment.
He doesn’t know who I
am.
His eyes were cold. So
cold. Dead. He groaned as he lifted his hand to his face, touching the bandaged
skin.
“Let me call the
nurse. Your doctor will want to see you now that you’re awake—”
“Where am I?” he
asked, his voice rough and hard.
It was a voice I had
heard a million times in my dreams.
A voice I never
thought I’d hear again. Not in real life.
“You’re at Lupton
Memorial Hospital. You were brought in last night.” I didn’t give him any more
details. I wasn’t sure he was ready for all that. He had just gained
consciousness after all.
“The hospital,” he
repeated. He struggled to sit up and hissed in pain at the effort.
“Seriously, you should
wait and let me call the nurse—”
His eyes flashed in my
direction and the cloud of confusion lifted as he speared me with a look that I
felt in my bones.
Recognition.
His eyes widened and
his mouth parted in disbelief.
I wanted to say
something—anything—but my tongue felt frozen behind my teeth.
Yoss shook his head
and closed his eyes. He let out a noise that sounded a lot like a sob and my
heart knew the sound of pain when it heard it.
When he opened his
eyes again, they were wet. Long, dark lashes spikey with tears that refused to
fall.
A hundred memories
arched between us. A thousand words spoken softly in the dark.
A dozen promises never
kept.
His lips curved
upwards into the shadow of a smile that I remembered and loved so much.
“Imi,” he whispered.
I nodded, still
otherwise paralyzed.
“Imi,” he said again,
a tear traveled the length of his cheek and dripped off his chin.
“It’s me, Yoss,” I
said finally, forcing myself to speak.
Our eyes met. They
held.
They clung and they
devastated.
Fifteen years had
passed but none of that mattered.
In that instant we
were kids again. Remembering a time when, to each other, we were everything.
REVIEW
5 STARS
I don't know what to say about this book I still feel so emotional and I'm not sure if I'll be okay soon! This book deserves much more than 5 stars. It was beautiful ,heartbreaking, intense and emotional. It's a story that will stay with me forever. I don't think there is a possibility that I could ever forget it. I finished it last night and I couldn't sleep, my mind was on Imi and Yoss.
These characters are realistic and original. I love the ability Meredith has to create characters like this. And also I love that her characters are flawed. You will not find a perfect character and this is what makes the story unique.
And the writing is so beautiful with scenes from the present and fifteen years before. We learn how these two meet and how life turned out them together after years.
It was such a beautiful story. You should definitely read it. Once you start it you won't want to put it down.
*An advance reading copy was generously provided to me in exchange for an honest review.*
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