I proposed on our first date.
She laughed and told me I was insane. Less than a day later, she said yes.
It was a whirlwind, but we were happy…
Until we got greedy and wanted a family.
It was a life I couldn’t give her, not for lack of trying. Fertility just wasn’t on our side. We sought out doctors and treatments. Spent money we didn’t have. Lied to our families. Smiled for our friends. Put on a brave face for a world that didn’t understand.
Finally, we were successful…
Until we were forced to bury our son.
We were left broken, battered, and destroyed.
They say love is in the details, but it was the details that ruined us.
This is the story of how I took back what had always been mine.
The retrieval of my wife and our family.
Disclaimer: This is the first part of a duet. This ends in a cliffhanger, plot wise. But there is a closure for one couple in this book.
“I’d always been amazed by how much punishment a heart could take. I was broken, battered, and destroyed. And yet, much to my dismay, as I watched the front door close behind her, my heart kept beating.”
As a rule of thumb, I DO NOT READ CLIFFHANGERS – it’s not that I won’t, it’s that I CAN’T! I have this insane need to want closure after I am done with a book, or I won’t be able to pick up another one!
But I picked up this one – or rather signed up for it! I don’t know why; but it was the blurb that got to me, you know? The level of angst already in the blurb, made it almost impossible for me to actually move on from this sign up and I didn’t!
And I AM SO GLAD THAT I DIDN’T! This book had everything – EVERY SINGLE THING that I love in Romances – two people who are absolutely soulfully in love with each other – that soul deep love that wormed its way to underneath my skin, and didn’t let go even when I was done with the book.
I’d lived twenty-six years of life before that night.
But, suddenly, I was alive for the very first time.
I knew absolutely nothing about that man.
But I knew he was mine.
And I was meant to be his.
Roman Leblanc and Elisabeth Keller dated for one day before getting married – and five years later is destroyed; still in love with each other, yet unable to live with each other, Roman and Elisabeth make the painful choice of divorcing each other. Not that they want to, but Ii could see that they needed to and it broke my heart.
All this happened in the prologue. Yup. I wasn’t even sure I was going to survive this book, let alone it’s sequel!
Two years later, it is easy to see that neither of them have moved on – Elisabeth still is in touch with her husband’s family and Roman, still takes refuge in his work – neither of them has talked with each other, a lot of things unsaid between them, a whole slew of misunderstanding and my heart hurt, actually physically hurt, reading about their emotions, their hurt, but underneath it all, their actual honest soul deep love for each other.
“This is crazy,” she whined.
“It always was with us.”
“I can’t do this with you, Roman. Not again.”
“Fine. Don’t. But consider this your warning because…” I paused, turning us so I could back her to the bed. Bending so as not to lose the connection, I gently lowered her to the mattress and declared, “I’m checking back in.”
She shook her head. “This isn’t a hotel. You can’t just check back in.”
One phone call changes everything for both of them – brings them back together in a way that neither of them expected, but definitely needed. They both had a lot to talk about, but their connection with each other; boy, that was as strong as it was when they had gotten together!
And Roman, where do I start with him? He was absolutely brilliantly perfect – and if it wasn’t for him totally and loyally in love with Elisabeth (and that I am in love with my guy!), I would have totally made a deal with a demon to bring him to life. Seriously, he was THAT AMAZING! I was swooning, dying, squealing and worshiping him through everything that he did and said to Elisabeth – and wondering why my guy couldn’t be that romantic with me! *sighs*
“No one?” I squeaked.
He finally lifted his eyes to mine. “I work a lot, but I could’ve made time. To date or whatever the hell people tell you to do after a divorce. But I always knew it wasn’t over with us, and I refused to tarnish that with someone else.”
My throat closed, and that love flooding my system turned into an all-out wildfire. Roman Leblanc was mine.
All of him.
Even when he wasn’t.
Elisabeth, for me though, was honestly, a little overshadowed by Roman; but that’s actually a good thing, really! Because in no way, did that detract from the story or the plot itself – in fact, it only went all the more smoothly for me!
But honestly, Roman and Elisabeth’s relationship dominates the book, but there is a whole other plot that is going that I can’t talk much about, not only because it would be too spoilerish, but because you NEED to read this book to get the full experience rather than reading a review for it!
This book (and hopefully the sequel) gets my TOP RECOMMENDATION FOR THIS YEAR!
He wanted to be my husband again.
And I wanted to be his wife more than I’d ever wanted anything.
It might have taken us some time to figure it out.
But we’d fallen in love in less than a day.
Not even utter devastation and two years apart could erase that.
A love like ours wasn’t measured in years, distance, or time apart.
It was never-ending.
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
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“Where’d you get beer?” Elisabeth asked as she scrambled from the couch.
“Seth,” I replied, hanging my head and rubbing my eyes.
Jesus, I’d wanted to kiss her. She was being a bitch, spouting shit she didn’t mean just because she was too scared to let me in.
But, even through it, those plump lips were calling to me.
I’d never been able to resist that woman. Despite that we’d fallen apart, it hadn’t changed. The hum for her was still in my veins. It never went away, but for two years, it had been dormant. I’d packed it down so tightly that I’d hoped it had died. But, with one look, my body began thrumming like a live wire.
“Seth?” she asked as she bent over to straighten her tight, black pencil skirt.
It was a rare occasion to catch Elisabeth in something other than a perfectly pressed skirt and a pair of heels. But she’d been sleeping all day. It was wrinkled all to hell and back. The only thing her efforts succeeded in was drawing my attention down to her legs.
Legs that had spent many nights wrapped around my hips as she came while crying my name.
Shit. I should go.
But, after the way she’d latched on to me that morning, I wasn’t going anywhere.
“My assistant,” I answered. “I had him pick you up a bottle of wine, too.”
She blinked. “You have an assistant? Who delivers you beer? And your ex-wife wine?”
“No, I have an assistant who does whatever the fuck I need him to do. And, luckily for us, beer and wine happen to fall into the whatever-the-fuck-I-need-him-to-do category tonight.” She fought back a smile as I finished, “So do gyros.”
“Damn. I need to get one of those,” she mumbled to herself.
I smirked. “Cash my checks and you could afford one.”
It was a dick move, bringing up the money right then. But, despite her expert hand in decorating, that little starter house we’d bought with rose-colored glasses now needed a shit-ton of work.
Her back shot ramrod straight, fury crinkling the corners of her eyes as she snarled, “I’m not cashing your checks.”
I shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to figure out how to get your own wine and dinner after tonight.”
“I think I can manage,” she fired back.
“Suit yourself.” I pushed off the couch and meandered to the kitchen.
I went to the fridge and leaned in, searching for anything I could snack on. With the exception of at least a dozen Tupperware containers, she didn’t have much in the way of a quick bite.
Snagging a handful of grapes from the drawer, I made a mental note to send Seth to the grocery store after he’d delivered dinner.
Popping the grapes in my mouth one by one, I felt her watching me in what could only be defined as silent awe. I decided my best move would be to ignore it. “You know, I should have invented Tupperware. You alone could keep me in business,” I told her, retrieving a beer and then shutting the door.
She scoffed then muttered, “At least then I would have benefitted from you abandoning our marriage.”
Lava fresh off the volcanoes in Hell boiled in my veins.
I cocked my head to the side and questioned, “I’m sorry. Come again?”
“You should go,” she snapped.
“Nah, I’m good. Got any movies?”
I tipped the bottle to my lips, doing my best to calm the storm brewing within me, all while still fighting the desire to take her to the floor, plant myself between her legs, and remind her how that fucking attitude affected me.
Clearly, she had forgotten.
My cock had not.
“Roman, it’s been a crazy day. Please don’t do this tonight.”
“Do what?” I asked, leaning back against the huge, granite island.
She threw her hands out to the sides in frustration. “What you always do.”
“What do I always do, Lissy?”
“This!” she yelled.
I frowned and took another pull from my beer. “Haven’t been in our kitchen, drinking beer, in a long time. I hardly think it’s fair to say I always do it.”
Her eyes nearly bulged from her head. “My kitchen, Roman. This is my kitchen. Not ours. And you know good and damn well that is not what I’m talking about.”
My lips twitched as I pointed the neck of my bottle at her. “No. What I know good and damn well is that I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about. Or why you’re slinging unnecessary and, might I add, undeserved attitude at me like a short-order cook at the bitch house.”
“He did not say that to me,” she whispered to herself.
When I lifted a shoulder in a half shrug, she swung a pointed finger toward the door and yelled, “Get out!”
I grinned, crossing my legs at the ankle. “You always were cranky when you were hungry.”
And that was the exact moment her head exploded.
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Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.