Luke realizes, through tragedy, that life is too short to stay away from the woman he has loved for years. Aurora has been hurt, she's been abandoned by everyone she has ever loved. How can she give in to her need for Luke now? Can she risk her heart and the friendship they've shared for so long? Is their love strong enough to pull them through the pain of loss and see them through to the other side?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / ContemporaryThis is the first book in a five book series. It has been my most popular book to date.
More than 10,000 copies downloaded/sold.
This book reached the top 10 on iBooks and stayed in the top 100 for more than five months.
I anticipate translating all the books in this series.
**This book contains explicit language and sexual content.**
“God, I’m so sorry.”
My heart raced, something was wrong here, he was a mess and Luke was never a mess.
“It’s Nolan.” The mention of my brother’s name caused even more panic to well up inside me. His lips tightened, and I could see a sheen of wetness cloud his eyes.
“He, um - he’s gone - fuck, Rory, he killed himself.”
The news was ripped from him; I could hear the horrid pain in his rushed words.
I could hear the heartrending sadness in his tone, but it took a minute before the actual words he spoke registered in my brain. Once they did, I shook my head several times; I wanted to deny it, to tell him I didn’t believe him, to run away and say it wasn’t true. Anything! The last thing I could do was accept it.
“No, not Nolan, not my brother.” I cried, looking between the two men.
I’d just spoken to him yesterday. He loved me. He’d never leave me. He couldn’t leave me, not like everyone else had.
I could feel the wetness starting to leak out of my eyes as I sobbed.
“How could he? Why?”
Luke pulled me into him, rested my head on his chest, as I completely lost it. I cried so many tears; his uniform shirt was wet. Instead of the warm heat of his hard chest, I could feel the unforgiving Kevlar vest he wore underneath. His wool shirt was rough against my damp face, but that was the only place in the world I wanted to be right then.
Luke’s body was trembling. I wasn’t sure if it was due to my wracking sobs, or the expression of his own grief. His arms were tight around me and his cheek pressed down on the top of my head as we clung to each other in despair.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Ludmila Fukunaga and Luiza Cintra
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Author review: Amazing Work! Thank you so much. I can't wait to work with you both again! |
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Maria Victoria Escuder
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