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Everything Worth Fighting For: http://bit.ly/audioEWFF
March will be a huge month for my audio listeners. My debut novel, Healing the Broken will be coming to earbuds on March 12. To say I’m both excited and nervous would be an understatement. The incredible voice acting talents of Teddy Hamilton and Callie Dalton will bring the characters of Ryann Sinclair and Cashel Donovan to life. I can’t wait to listen to this story. Make sure you’re following me on social media because I’ll be giving away some audio codes.
Teddy and Callie will team up once again, this time to voice the characters of Nash Masters and Macy Caldwell. Everything Worth Fighting For is the second and final installment of the Jaxson Cove stand-alone duet. This second chance romance is full of all the feels and you’ll reconnect with some of your favorite characters from Everything I Never Wanted. Make sure to follow me on social media for your chance to win an audio code.
“Hurting you will always be my biggest regret.”
The sincerity of his words matched the truth in his eyes. Both made my heart sting, and emotions I wasn’t ready to deal with surfaced. “Why tonight, Nash? Why are we having this conversation now?”
He closed the distance between us and came to a stop only inches away. “Isn’t it obvious? You can’t run from it.”
I opened my mouth to argue but quickly shut it.
“You think I don’t notice that, if we’re in the same room and someone walks out, leaving us alone together, you rush to follow?” He reached out to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. The gesture was turning into a habit. “When was the last time it was just the two of us in the same space for more than three minutes?”
I knew the answer without thinking. “After the wedding, when you walked me to my car.”
“And before that?”
He was quiet while I shuﬄed through memory after memory. “I don’t know,” I answered softly.
“Fine. Here’s your chance. Say whatever it is you need to say.” I kept my arms crossed, needing the barrier between our bodies.
“I miss you.”
The pure honesty in his statement caused my breath to catch.
“I think about you a thousand times a day.” He reached out to trail the pad of his thumb over the line of my jaw. “I’m not asking you to forget about the past, Mace, but I am asking you to stop living in it.”
His words caught me oﬀ guard, but there was no denying their truth. I had lived my life tethered in the past. Those moments when I felt like I was softening toward Nash, I’d force myself to remember all the ways he had hurt me. Clinging to the pain he’d caused. Bone-deep hurts that he knew nothing about.
The past was swathed in secrets and cloaked in guilt. Instead of trying to escape it, I used it as a shield. An excuse to push away not only Nash, but others as well. I had boarded up the walls of my broken heart. Yet here Nash stood, doing his damnedest to pry me open. As much as I had once hated Nash, there was a part of me that loved him, too.
“That’s easier said than done. I don’t think I know how to stop living in the past,” I confessed.
“Try.” For the briefest second, my eyes fell shut, and a lifetime of memories ﬂickered behind my closed lids.
The good times. Moments that weren’t shrouded in hurt but ﬁlled with laughter and love.
Six years old: Nash stealing a kiss from me on the playground.
Nine years old: Climbing the huge live oak tree in the park. I was too scared to climb back down, but Nash was right beside me, promising he wouldn’t let me fall.
Twelve years old: Knobby knees and barely there boobs, I was on Nash’s arm at the school dance.
Fifteen years old: Standing on my parents’ front porch, listening to Nash swear he would always love me.
Heat pooled in my belly. A shiver danced down my spine.
Nash hooked his right thumb and index ﬁnger under my chin, angling my face slightly upward.
There was too much history between us.
“Nash?” I braced my hands on his bare chest, realizing too late what a bad idea it was.
“Yeah, Mace?” I swallowed hard, searching for the words, but then he brought his perfect lips to my neck, landing on the spot he knew was my undoing.
He didn’t play fair, and I didn’t stand a chance against the heat of his mouth. What started as a spark burned to a blaze that consumed all rational thought.
Nash kissed his way up my neck, across my jaw, and to the corner of my mouth. He nipped my bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth.
I opened on a whimper, and that was all the invitation he needed to delve inside.
His hands shifted to cup my face as his tongue tangled with mine. I knew by the way he dominated my mouth that this was so much more than a kiss.
It was a battle in a war we had been waging for years.
I’m one of those people who tends to brush off accomplishments. To dismiss the accolades when I’ve met a goal. Compliments make me feel weird, because I’m not any better than anyone else. I don’t see myself that way. I’m just over here doing my thing and cheering everyone else on while they do theirs.
I was tempted to let 2018 quietly fade away. It was a hard year for a lot of people and a lot of those people were my friends. I’ve had years like that. When my life was devastated at every turn. Years of loss, struggle, and heartache. 2014… rocked my world to its core and shook the very foundation of my family. 2017… left scars on my heart that have yet to fully heal.
For me though, 2018 is a year I want to reflect on. It was a year of personal growth and positive changes. I met goals and hit personal milestones that were a big deal for me. Pie in the sky moments. I want to acknowledge that and let go of the mindset that it’s in poor character to do so. I want to look back on this post and remember the great moments of 2018.
Then there were the other moments. The ones with a lot of tears. Extreme lack of sleep to the point of total physical and mental exhaustion. Months of working a full-time day job while writing full time. Stress that resulted in tension headaches and being physically sick. I missed deadlines and had near breakdowns. I was plagued by self-doubt. There were moments I wanted to give up. If it hadn’t been for my husband and my besties, M and C, I would have been rocking a straight-jacket like nobody’s business. There were days I’m certain my body was equal parts caffeine and dry shampoo.
It’s human nature to focus on the negative. To let the really great moments, get overshadowed by the not so great moments. So, my wish for you in 2019 is that you’ll all have really great moments. Moments so fantastic they outshine the hard ones. And when you have a win, let yourself enjoy it. Commit it to memory. You’re allowed to be happy.
Whatever you wanted to call it, Macy Caldwell was mine.
She had a chance to get out of this town, but she refused to take it.
She was going to give up everything for me.
I wasn’t worth that kind of sacrifice.
In order to save her, I had to break her.
The night Nash Masters broke my heart was the catalyst for the ruin that came after.
All these years later, he was fighting for my forgiveness.
He had no idea I was the one who needed his.
The truth didn’t always set you free.
They said love conquered all, but this was war.
And everything worth having was worth fighting for.
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