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If You Stay (Beautifully Broken #1) You Suck: A Love Story (A Love Story #2)

He did. He walked away from it all.

They were both young, ridiculously in love, confident nothing would ever shake the foundation of their commitment to each other … until Ellie.Sunshine cleaned up her studio and returned home and put together a salad for her dinner later with Beth. Her nieces curiosity about her long-lost love had awakened memories she had tried to bury. After all this time, she should know holding them back would be impossible. She might as well have tried to dig a grave in swampland, where the body would repeatedly rise to the surface just as her memories did.

Wide Awake

The years had given her the grace to pray that Peter had experienced a good life and that his marriage had been a success. She didnt want him to live with regrets and bitterness. She hoped that over time hed found contentment and satisfaction as an attorney and that he hadnt completely abandoned his love of art. Hed been so beautifully talented. It pained her to think that all that ability had lain dormant and wasted.Several times over the years, shed been tempted to contact him, especially when visiting family in Chicago. Each time her courage had failed her. As much as she wanted to talk to him, as much as she longed to explain that she was ready to release the hurts of the past, as much as she wanted to say all was forgiven, she couldnt do it. She couldnt barge into his life and his family with words that had the potential to start a firestorm for him and his family.Unable to face Peter, years earlier shed written him a letter with no return address. At the time it was important she let him know she had absolved him from guilt. Shed needed to tell him shed found her own happiness and that she would always love him. Thankfully, shed never mailed it, although she had kept that lengthy missive tucked between the pages of her journal.

Shadowhunters and Downworlders

Shortly after Beth brought up his name, shed gone through a chest where she kept her journals, and after sorting through several leather-bound volumes, she found the one with the letter carefully placed between the thick pages. With tears in her eyes shed reread it, surprised to find there was more to that letter than words. Between the sentences, woven through each thoughtfully written line, what so clearly jumped from the page was love. A love so strong that even now she felt it tightening her chest and filling her eyes with tears.That letter as well as any other personal contact had the potential to upset the life Peter had made for himself. Sunshine refused to be responsible for bringing discord or regret into his life, and so shed never mailed it.

Despite her desire to know about him, about his work and art, shed never sought him out.

Beth arrived for dinner around six and in good spirits. Right away she mentioned a call from her parents.Drrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrrdrr . . .

Ive been trying to sleep for the last three hours, and now its a quarter past two in the morning and I have to be dressed and downstairs for filming at half past six. Even for a practiced insomniac like myself, this is going to be rough. I need a few hours at least. At this point, Id take a few minutes.DRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Flame in the Mist (Flame in the Mist #1)

And I cant even play my guitar. Because of that fucking sound.Thats new. I sit up, looking at the cameras to see whos making the strange noise.

But its coming from the door. I swing out of bed and cover my bare arse with a pair of sleeping pants—careful not to give the cameras a show. Then I swing the door open.And Lady Elizabeth stands on the other side, her vixen-red lips stretched into a salacious smile. Hello, love. Time to fuck!

Shes in a black leather bustier and teeny, tiny black knickers that look . . . well, they look fabulous on her. Elizabeth has a strippers body—a high, firm rack, trim waist, legs for days. She saunters into the room, hips swinging, waving a dildo in one hand and a pair of handcuffs in the other.She spots the cameras and squeals. How bloody perfect! They can get us from all angles!

Elizabeth . . . I sigh.But any further words are momentarily caught in my throat when she bends over the edge of the bed, slapping her arse for the camera. Go to hell, Sammy.

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