Can be read as a standalone novel
**Contains sensitive subject matters**Dying . . .
Dead . . .
Deceased . . .It doesn’t matter how many times I say it or how many different names I give it, it still means the same thing. One of these days I’ll be nothing but a passing memory, a familiar face in a forgotten photo. But there are three things I need before this life of mine ends . . .
I need to tell him I love him more than life itself.
I need to feel the strength of his arms wrapped around me just one more night.
Most of all, I need him to forgive me.Eight years ago I broke the heart of the only man I’ve ever loved and today I’m moving home in hopes that he’ll let me put it back together. I’m not sure how many breaths I have left, but I’ll use each and every last one fighting for what I destroyed.
My name is Laney Jacobs and this is my journey.
Did you see Tyson’s Love Note from last year?
Regret . . . she’s a snarky little bitch.
I’ve tried several times to regret the events that took place on June 5, 2008, but for the life of me, I can’t. I’d never regret the pain, the suffering, or the heartache because they ultimately led me to the place I am now. And I can’t regret the place I am now. What I still can’t figure out is this: how is it possible that the single worst day of my life inadvertently became the very best day?
Five years ago my life was irrevocably changed.
Seventeen minutes was all it took—
to lose my best friend…
to lose the love of my life…
Seventeen minutes was all it took for the seeds of hope—the seeds of my future—to be planted in the worst possible way.
My name is Harley Thompson, and this is my story.
Levi is just the cutest…
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Dearest Laney,
I never thought I’d celebrate this holiday. Then again, I never thought you’d come barreling your way back into my life. But here you are, and I couldn’t be more thankful. Every single day on this earth is a gift, simply because you’re in it. I promise to love you forever … if you promise that we can visit that cage again 😉 < —– you’re grinning, aren’t you? Don’t pretend you don’t love that cage just as much as I do. In fact, meet me at Blue at seven o’clock tonight. Wear that sexy little red dress you have.
Oh … and Laney? Don’t wear any underwear.
Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.
Always yours,
Levi
K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis, Missouri. She is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband who will forever inspire every good quality she writes in a man. Her entire life rests in the palm of six dirty little hands, and when the days is over and those six little hands have been washed and tucked into bed . . . and the stars align, you can find K.L. typing away furiously on her computer. K.L. has a love for alpha males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings . . . and not particularly in that order.
