Blue
By S.M. West
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Cover Couture Design
Release Date: July
12, 2017
Synopsis
Blue. The color of devotion.
CARYS WOLFE is my heart.
Mine, always. Leaving her nearly killed me.
I thought it was the only way to keep her
safe.
She’s moved on, and I want her back.
***
EVAN HART is my heart.
Loving him is my destiny. I waited my entire
life for our time,
for us to finally be together, only to have
him leave.
Now he’s back.
Though my mind can’t forgive him, my heart
can’t forget.
Excerpt
“Evan, I want to
know what happened, but I have a life now and you need to know…” She trails
off, her eyes darting away from mine.
“What?”
Gazing up at me, she continues, “Whatever you have to say, it’s not going to
change a thing. We’re over.”
My heart twists and breathing becomes difficult. Mother fuck, her words
cut deep, hurting even though they aren’t true. Sure, she believes them on some
level—she had to, in order to get through what I did. Yet, along with the hurt
and disappointment swimming in her eyes, there’s also tenderness and
love.
“Tell me you’re
happy and I’ll walk away.”
We always pushed
each other, challenged the other to face our fears, to be honest with
ourselves, with each other. I need to hear her say it. I don’t believe it, but
if she is over me, I need to hear it in her voice and see it in her face—not
because I want to, but because it’s the only way I can even begin to accept
that we’re over. Even then, it’s not possible.
“I’m happy.” Her
tone is laden with bravado, but no true emotion. Even her gaze, which never
wavers from mine, is flat.
Shaking my head,
I briefly cast my eyes downward to suppress my smile. “No, you’re not.”
“Van.” I flinch
at that fucking name.
As a child, I
thought it was so fucking cool to have a nickname that only my best friends
would call me. Now, hearing “Van” from her pretty lips, I want to obliterate the
word from her vocabulary, fucking kiss the word out of her.
“You can call me
asshole for all I care, you’re not happy,” I retort in frustration. Catching my
tone, I breathe deeply and loosen my fists to relax. “Don’t lie to me, and most
of all, don’t lie to yourself.”
“You don’t know
what you’re talking about. You want to see what you want. I’m with Greg, and
we’re happy.”
She grimaces
infinitesimally, then averts her eyes from me. Unable to read her, I’m not sure
if it’s because she means it and doesn’t want to hurt my feelings or if the lie
tastes nasty in her mouth.
“Sweetness, I
know everything there is to know about you, without apology. You can’t lie to
me.”
S.M. West is an
indie author who writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and
whatever her heart desires.
She spends her
time juggling ay day job, being a mom and wife, and writing. On top of that,
she's a self-professed junkie of many things including a voracious fan
of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and
chocolate connoisseur.
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