Once upon a time, there lived a best-selling author who wrote about the miracle of true love and finding your forever soul mate. And that was thanks to Elizabeth. His muse…his one and only…his soon to be ex-wife.
It’s been six months since the love of his life tore out his heart and set it on fire, and because of this, the “author” hasn’t written a single word—his mind is drier than the Sahara Desert.
That unfortunate fool? That’s me.
My name is Jayden Evans or, as my readers know me, J.E. Sparrow. I’m one of the world’s most adored authors, but now, the only thing beloved is a bottle of whiskey and the unspeakable nasties I somehow find myself in.
But this life of depravity is growing old fast. I need a change. And that comes when I meet Carrie Bell—the woman who stirs something in me I thought long dead.
From the moment we met, I knew she was different. Could she be the one to end this drought? I suppose there is only one way to find out.
Paris. Two strangers in the city of love. What can go wrong?
Jayden is such a sweetheart…
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Dove,
Writing this should be easy because I am a writer after all. But from the moment I met you, you left me tongue tied.
You didn’t just change my life, you changed me. We met when I was caught in a compromising position, one that I found myself in more times than I care to admit. Nothing but a cliché, I’m sure that’s what you’re thinking, and you’re right.
You see, I suffered from something every author dreaded—writer’s block. I couldn’t write a single word. I’ve done some deplorable things, ones I can’t take back, and at the time, I thought it would unearth the inspiration I so desperately craved. But all it did was drive me further away from who I was.
I was caught at a crossroads as such…a crossroads in life. So when I met you, you brought with you the breath of fresh air I was searching for. But you had your own demons. Who doesn’t? But it appeared your demons danced with mine. A deadly combination, one I didn’t fully understand until it was too late.
I thought you were my savior, that you were the reason I could write again. But when I lost you, I realized I was the reason, and that’s the only reason that should matter. Because how can you make someone else happy when you’re not happy with yourself? But I’m happy now, and I hope wherever you are, you’re happy too. I know it’s too late. Months have passed, but I need you to know that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for judging you when you never once judged me.
This entire time, you were searching for your Mr. Right, and finally, I can offer you that. I’m your Mr. Write.
So, I write this letter to you, dove. I wasn’t afraid of telling you that…I love you. I was afraid of what your answer would be.
Yours forever,
Jayden x
Monica James spent her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare and Emily Dickinson.
When she is not writing, Monica is busy, running her own business, but she always finds a balance between the two. She enjoys writing honest, heartfelt and turbulent stories, hoping to leave an imprint on her readers, and her inspiration comes from every day life.
Monica James resides in Melbourne, Australia, with her wonderful family, and menagerie of animals.
She is slightly obsessed with cats, chucks and lip gloss, and secretly wishes she was a ninja on the weekends.
