La conclusion éblouissante de cette épique histoire d'amour qui a débuté avec Forgetting You, Forgetting Me par l'auteur bestseller Internationale Monica James
La vérité vous délivre... mais que ce se passe t-il quand tout ce en quoi vous croyez change en un claquement de doigt?
Tout ce que j'ai toujours voulu c'est que mon fiancé, Samuel Stone se souvienne de moi. Et désormais c'est le cas mais...tout ce que je veux c'est qu'il oublie. Par le biais d'une tragédie, je me suis trouvée et j'ai découvert ce à quoi j'étais destinée. Mais plus important j'ai découvert à qui j'étais destinée.
Avec un simple mot, Saxon Stone a changé ma vie pour toujours. Il m'a appris à vivre de nouveau. Mais à présent Samuel se souvient et tous les secrets ont été dévoilés. Et je me demande quelle vie je dois mener
Partagée entre la raison et mon coeur, je suis déchirée entre le devoir et le désir. Samuel est mon passé tandis que Saxon est mon éternel. Le choix devrait être simple.
Mais l'amour n'est jamais simple...
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Monica James spent her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare, and Emily Dickinson.
When she is not writing, Monica is busy running her own business, but she always finds a balance between the two. She enjoys writing honest, heartfelt, and turbulent stories, hoping to leave an imprint on her readers. Her inspiration comes from every day life.
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Monica James resides in Melbourne, Australia, with her wonderful family, and menagerie of animals. She is slightly obsessed with cats, chucks and lip gloss, and secretly wishes she was a ninja on the weekends.
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Excerpt:
“I’m going to take off the
blindfold,” he whispers into my ear. I pause in my tracks, eagerly
awaiting the view.
No surprise as Saxon draws out
the reveal, torturing me further. I bounce from foot to foot. His
husky chuckle tickles me from the inside out. “I thought you didn’t
like surprises.”
“I don’t, but maybe you’ll
change my mind.”
“Maybe,” he covertly replies
before removing the soft fabric over my eyes.
It takes me a moment to adjust to
the dim lighting, but after blinking a few times, what I see takes my
breath away. “Saxon…oh my god. It’s beautiful.” And it really
is.
“You like it?”
“Like it? I love it.” My feet
act of their own accord as I float down the steps and spread my arms
out wide. My fingertips brush over hundreds of sunflowers arranged in
endless tall glass vases as I walk my yard. “When did you do this?”
“Today. You looked like you
could do with some color in your day.”
I pause in the middle of my
backyard, needing a moment to take it all in. A red and white picnic
blanket lays just a few feet away, and to the left is a wicker
basket. Bouquets of sunflowers are dotted as far as the eye can see,
adding bursts of vibrancy and instantly lightening my mood.
When I turn over my shoulder, the
fairy lights fashioned as stars dangle from the porch railings and
rafters. They add to this most picturesque scene. However, when I
focus on Saxon leaning against a wooden pillar with a lopsided smirk
tugging at his full lips, I know he is the picture of perfection.
“I can’t believe you did
this. Is this why you’ve been scarce all day? I was starting to
think I smelled.”
He laughs, pushing off the post.
“You smell amazing. Hungry?” My growling stomach answers for me.
I watch as Saxon saunters down
the stairs, takes my hand, and leads us to the blanket. The gentle
hue of the lights wraps us in our own private romantic bubble. I fold
my legs beneath me as I sit, running my fingers along the sunflower
petals next to me. I can’t help but reminisce about the first time
I saw these flowers with Saxon—I was on the back of his bike as he
saved me from yet another bad day.
Saxon kneels, reaching into the
basket. It’s not until now that I realize how hungry I am. Glued to
the computer all day, I’ve forgotten to eat or move. This is so
thoughtful. So Saxon. “I hope you didn’t go to too much trouble.
Well, clearly you did—” I sweep my hand toward the beauty in
front of me “—but I hope you weren’t slaving over a hot stove
all day.”
He gives me a playful grin, and I
discover why when he exposes what’s inside the basket. “Oh my
god.” I laugh. “Just when I thought I couldn’t love you any
more, you go and do this.” And by this,
I mean when he produces an enormous paper bag filled with only the
best Mexican in all of Montana. However, the crème
de la crème is when
he adds a bottle of Dr. Pepper to the mix. “You know the way to my
heart.”
“Or stomach,” he quips,
passing me the bottle. “Here is your seven-layer burrito, extra
onions.” He hands over my mountain of goodness with a grin.
“What did I do to deserve
this?” And I’m not only talking about the food.
“Just being you,” he replies,
kissing the end of my nose. My heart swells. He spreads his long legs
out in front of him, sipping a beer. “How’s work?”
I sigh, unwrapping my burrito.
“Not great. I know there will always be conflict in the world, but
it just seems that lately no one is getting along.”
Saxon moves his lips from side to
side, appearing to be in thought. “I’m glad we are, though.”
Afraid of choking, I chew slowly,
needing a minute to process what he just said. “Me too.”
Something is bugging him. It’s written all over his face. “About
this morning—”
He cuts me off. “It’s okay,
Lucy. I just…need to get over this irrational jealousy when it
comes to you. I know you love me, but it’s just difficult
sometimes.”
“I completely understand.” I
reach for his hand, intertwining our fingers. “I’m glad you know
that I love you. Because I do. We’re all trying our best to deal
with this pretty messed-up situation. Personally, I think we’re
doing great.”
He nods, my words appearing to
appease him. But something is still stirring behind his eyes. Just
when I’m about to ask what’s going on, his phone rings—again.
He digs into his pocket, the ‘something’ amplifying tenfold.
“I won’t be a minute.” He
stands quickly and walks briskly away, out of earshot.
Sighing, my appetite gets shot to
hell, and I place my barely touched burrito back into the paper bag.
I watch for any signs of what the secret conversation Saxon is having
entails. But he turns his back as if sensing my inquisitive stare.
I hate this unsettled feeling in
the pit of my stomach. The light at the end of the tunnel with Sam is
shining dimly, but it’s suddenly overshadowed with whatever Saxon
is hiding. He turns over his shoulder, meeting my eyes, before
heading toward the house, which just makes me feel worse.
Unable to sit still, I stand,
feeling constraints tug at my heart. Needing to escape, I take flight
to the stables. Memories of when I felt similar to how I do now cloud
my mind, and I do the only thing that has cleared my head since I
learned to ride.
Potter, my
horse, neighs when he sees me, sensing my desperation. Without
thought, I put on his bridle, then I mount him, bareback, and squeeze
my calves around his muscular barrel. I cluck my tongue twice,
sending him into a gallop. He knows what I need. We both relish in
the need to be free.
Clutching the reins, I lean
forward and take a deep breath when he tears out of the stables,
nothing but the open vastness greeting us. I work on autopilot as I
lead him toward the mountains. We have been here before, and the
memories linger on my tongue just as if they were crafted yesterday.
The wind whips through my hair,
instantly easing some of the tension within. The terrain is bumpy,
but we’ve both learned from experience to navigate this ground with
caution. “Easy, boy,” I coo, tugging lightly to slow him down. He
does.
I examine my surroundings, the
untouched openness giving me the peace I need. We settle to a trot,
and although I’ve lived here for years, I
still am in awe of how picturesque everything is. But the prettiest
thing of all is when my gaze alights on where Saxon and I shared our
first kiss. This spot has been imprinted on my mind.
Fingering my lips, I recall the
tenderness and uncertainty of his touch. I was so naïve to think
that kiss wouldn’t change my life as I knew it. It not only changed
my life, but it changed me too. Saxon has shaken up my world, but I
would happily dance in the chaos because when I’m with him, I’ve
never felt more alive.
Dismounting Potter, I tie him to
a tree where he happily munches on the grass. So different from when
we were here last. My bare feet sink into the terrain, and I savor
the feel of being in touch with mother nature in the purest form.
Wrapping my arms around my
middle, I close my eyes and return to the past. I can remember his
words as if spoken only yesterday.
“Let’s pretend tomorrow
doesn’t exist. Whatever happens now, it’ll just be memories from
yesterday.” I could
feel the tremble rumble throughout his entire body.
A quiver bubbles to the surface,
and I hum. Saxon’s love for me has never wavered. I was just too
blind to see. But my eyes, figuratively speaking, are opened now, and
I’ll be damned if anything stands in the way of our happily ever
after.
“What are you doing out here?”
His voice is silk, encasing me in a velvety sphere.
“You kissed me here. Right in
this spot. Do you remember?”
“Of course, I do,” he
whispers, the nostalgia tethering us together.
With eyes still closed, I tip my
face toward the heavens and take a deep breath. “We were fated from
that moment forward.”
“We were fated a long time
before then.” And he’s right. The first moment we met, touched,
my world changed forever. “Is everything all right? You just took
off.”
Sighing, I decide no more
second-guessing. “Who were you talking to?”
“Just…”
“And don’t tell me just
work.”
Silence.
“You’re not telling me
something, and I can’t help but feel you’re not telling me this
because your secret will change everything.”
I’m hoping he will brush away
my insecurities and tell me I’m overreacting, but when he does
neither, a sense of dread settles low within my stomach. Unable to
stand this a second longer, I open my eyes and turn to face him. The
cloud of guilt hangs over his head as he peers down at his scuffed
motorcycle boots.
“Just tell me what it is. This
is your free pass. Whatever it is, I will deal with it. But please,
don’t lie to me or hide the truth because we’ve had enough deceit
to last us a lifetime.”
He mulls over my proposition,
which has me wondering what exactly he’s done. A cold sweat
suddenly coats my skin, and I swallow. “Oh god, Saxon, what’s
going on?”
“Nothing, Lucy, nothing. I
promise.” I’m in his arms a moment later as he hugs me with all
his might. “Everything is all right. Everything will be fine.” I
didn’t realize things weren’t already fine.
Breaking our embrace, I shake my
head, adamant to find out the truth. “I don’t believe you.”
Nothing but regret rolls off him as his shoulders drop. I can’t
stand this. I don’t know why, but my gut tells me this involves
Cleo. I knew she was trouble from the first moment we met, but I
never thought she’d have the power to drive a wedge between us.
“Does this have anything to do with… Cleo?” His jaw clenches.
I’m waiting for him to put my
mind at ease, but he doesn’t. He simply stands mute, hands dug deep
into his pockets. I feel sick. “Saxon, answer me. What…what did
you do?”
He hisses, taking a step back. “I
didn’t do anything.”
“Then tell me what the hell is
going on.”
“Why would you automatically
assume Cleo is involved?”
“Because whoever you’re
speaking to, you clearly don’t want me to know who it is. So unless
you have another girl on the side…”
“Another
girl?” he spits, angered. “I don’t have any
girls but you, Lucy.”
“Then tell me what’s going
on!”
An exasperated breath leaves him
as he begins to pace. This place once filled with happy memories is
now tainted with secrets and doubt. I give him the time he clearly
needs because he’ll just clam up if I continue to push.
“Yes, I need to tell you
something, but…” He comes to a stop, running both hands through
his snarled hair. “But I know when I do, you’ll…” The
sentence remains unfinished because the ringing of Saxon’s cell
cements my fate for good.
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