I need you, Ava.
I am desperate. For you. For a touch. For a kiss. For the scrape of your hand down my stomach. For the slide of your lips across my hipbone. The sweep of your thigh against mine in the dulcet, drowning darkness. For the warm huff of your breath on my skin and the wet suck of your mouth around me and the building pressure of need reaching release…I am mad with need.
Wild with it.
I cannot have you. I have lost you, as I have lost myself.
And so I go in search. Of myself, and thus the man who might return to you, and take you in his arms.
I loathe each of the thousands of miles between us, but I cannot wish them away, for I hope at the end of my journey I shall find you. Or rather, find myself, and thus…you. Myself, and thus us.
I am taking the long way home, Ava.
I’m losing my mind, and I don’t know how to stop it. I shouldn’t be writing to you, but I am. I’m friendless, loveless, and lifeless. You’re out there somewhere, and still you’re all I really have. I hate my reliance and dependence on you, emotionally and otherwise, and that reliance is something I’m coming to recognize. I hate that I can’t hate you as much as I want to. I hate that I still love you so much.
I hate that there’s no clear solution to our conundrum. Even if we could forgive each other, what then?
I hate you, Christian. I really do.
But most of all, I don’t.
Complicatedly (still) yours,
The night I finished this story, I didn’t sleep very well. I couldn’t get Ava and Christian’s story off my mind. I was consumed. I needed more journal entries, more blog posts, more letters…..
The book is written in journal entries, letters, and blog posts. It will put you right in the middle of the turmoil these characters are going through. You pick sides, you hate them both, you love them both, you laugh with them, cry with them, crack open a bottle of wine with them (or 2, don’t judge), grieve with them, want to heal with them, and in the end you are left gutted. Each entry in to their lives will put your emotions through a meat grinder. This book isn’t pretty. It’s ugly, raw, and very very real. I think that’s why I love it so much. Everything isn’t wrapped up in a pretty little bow at the end of 300 pages. The ending is heart stopping and was a twist I never in a million years saw coming.
So grab a ton of tissues, a very large wine glass and a few bottles of wine, and get ready for a book that will shred your emotions and leave you in ruins
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New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and internationally bestselling author Jasinda Wilder is a Michigan native with a penchant for titillating tales about sexy men and strong women. Her bestselling titles include Alpha, Stripped, Wounded, and the #1 Amazon.com and international bestseller Falling into You. You can find her on her farm in northern Michigan with her husband, author Jack Wilder, her six children, and a menagerie of animals.