Expected Release Date – September 21, 2015
Noah and Willow know not to mix business with pleasure. They’ve both been burned in the past, he thinks she’s too young, and she definitely shouldn’t hook up with her boss. So, they don’t. Instead, they build a friendship, while fighting an obvious attraction.
But when Noah’s called back East after a natural disaster that threatens his home and the loved ones he left behind, he’s forced to face his past with Willow by his side.
Will their turbulent pasts hold them back from giving into fate? Or will the two of them realize that they’ve been each other’s calm before the storm?
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Falling for a married woman was never my game plan. I’m a stand-up guy. Being part of a love triangle or a flat out affair—just not my M.O.
I’m the good guy; the one you take home to Mom. The one Dad fawns over because I always say the right thing. I’m a fucking catch. But right now I’m nothing but a rejected loser, because when it comes to Mia Page—or Mia Murphy, as I was reminded by her husband just moments ago—all my morals and practicality mean shit. Mia was the game changer. Mia was the one I’ve been waiting for my whole life. But Mia was not available and I’m a schmuck for thinking she ever was.
Too little, too late. End of the line, buddy. She chose the man of her dreams and you are not him.
The throbbing pain in my battered fist is nothing compared to the aching emptiness in my heart. I was falling for her. Scratch that, I fell. Hard. Mia wrapped me around her pretty little finger—the one with the wedding band screaming a warning—and now I’m left alone, like a chump, without so much as a consolation prize for all the back and forth I endured these last few months. She strung me along and I allowed it because I was happy to have her any way I could. I was that desperate for the dream of the future I longed for, and I truly believed Mia was supposed to be a part of it. I guess some dreams just aren’t attainable, no matter how hard you fight for them.
Running through the events of the last half hour—asking Mia to come to San Diego with me, Declan showing up at the bar and singing to his wife, my fight with him, losing the girl—I don’t know how much more I can take. But as Mia’s best friend Grace’s car pulls away from the curb with Mia and her asshat husband in the backseat, it all sinks in. She was never mine. I know this because Mia doesn’t even give me a farewell glance. She’s too busy tending to her husband’s broken nose. That was my parting gift. The least I could do, if you ask me. My ego is bruised, my heart is crushed, and his face got the brunt of it. Asshole.
But who’s the real asshole here? Me. That’s who.
I should have known better than to accept her invitation the night of the reunion, but I couldn’t help myself. The nostalgia, the alcohol, Mia’s smoking hot body, and the longing in her eyes—I took my chance because she gave me the go ahead.
I should have known better than to get in bed—so to speak—with someone who wasn’t available. Mia found a way to convince me it was okay because she was separated. She made me believe it wasn’t wrong to give in to the curiosity we felt as teenagers and carried around with us for ten years. I thought I had a chance to steal her away from what no longer made her happy.
I should have known better than to ask a married woman to uproot her kids, her life, her home and move across the country with me to follow my dreams. My decision to take her with me wasn’t on impulse. It was well thought out. I put a lot of consideration into our unique situation, poring over every potential setback. But even the best laid plans can get shot to shit by a husband swooping in to serenade his wife and win her back.
What I do know now is that I’m heartbroken for the first time in my life.
I shake my head and rake my hands through my unruly hair. Her car becomes a blur in the distance. She’s gone for good. I’m moving to San Diego without the girl, without the dream, all alone.
I’ve never felt this fucking low.
Faith Andrews lives in New York where she is happily married to her high school sweetheart. They have two beautiful daughters and a furry Yorkie son, Rocco. If she isn’t listening to Mumford and Sons or busy being a Dance Mom, her nose is in a book or her laptop. She’s a sucker for a happily ever after and believes her characters are out there living one somewhere . . .
Giveaway – 2 ARC copies of After the Storm