on June 28, 2018
Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again.
After fifteen years together, he walked away from me, and into the arms of another.
I didn’t know how to cope. I didn’t know my worth. I didn’t know how to exist without him by my side.
All I wanted was for him to come back to me.
Then, Jackson Emery appeared.
He was supposed to be a distraction for my mind. A summer fling. A confidence boost to my bruised heart.
We were perfect for one another, because we both knew we wouldn’t last. Jackson didn’t believe in commitment, and I no longer believed in love. He was too closed-off for me, and I was too damaged for him.
Everything was fine, until one night my heart skipped a beat.
I didn’t expect him to make me laugh. To make me think. To make my sadness somewhat disappear.
When our time was up, my heart didn’t know how to walk away.
Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again, yet slowly my prayers began to shift toward the man who wasn’t right for me.
I prayed for one more smile, one more kiss, one more laugh, one more touch…
I prayed for him to be mine.
Even though I knew his heart wasn’t destined to love.
*This book was previously known as Between the Notes.*
“It was the kind of book that made your chest ache, and even though you want to put it down to take a breath, you’d rather flip the page to know more than worry about such a small thing like breathing.”
This is a quote from the book that perfectly describes the story. Tell you a secret: sometimes I say in my reviews that I cried while reading it, which isn’t always true, but I want to express my sadness. Well, karma bit me in the ass for lying, so now I really cried my eyes out.
Don’t know how else to describe the pain I felt each and every page. It actually broke me in a million tiny pieces and touched the deepest parts of my soul.
“Sometimes, the hardest thing in the world is to love someone who broke your heart.”
The blurb shows just 0,001% of the drama in this story. The rest, you’ll find it yourself. Our main characters are so broken, so different and so perfect for healing each other, that you won’t believe it.
“Every day, it’s hard to breathe. I do fine when I’m with you, but when I leave your side, it’s hard again. I feel like I’m using you as a temporary Band-Aid for my pain.”