‘Happily Ever After’ doesn’t always mean forever…
It doesn’t mean shit.
I lost my husband hours after I married him, hours after we’d just promised each other the world and said “I do.” I was Mrs.Tyler West in a gorgeous white gown one day, and a sobbing widow in black the very next.
It’s been four years and I can still feel that raw and painful emptiness in my chest. Especially since I know who was responsible for the tragedy: Luca Jensen. The best man.
I’ve always hated the fact that he survived and was relieved when he left town amidst all the rumors…
But now he’s back.
To explain. To see me. To try to change how I feel about him, in more ways than one.
He thinks I’m going to listen, that I’m going to let him walk back into my life as if he wasn’t the very one who tore it apart. He thinks I don’t know the whole story, and that I’ve been living a lie.
Even if that is the case, I’d much rather cope with my deceptive memories, than embrace the unspeakable truths…
Here you go all, the first teaser from my upcoming book “Shelter You”
That was the first thought that came to my mind when I held my baby in my arms at seventeen. I didn’t care that my parents had already promised to give her to a wealthy family. That they were forcing me to give her away.
She was mine.
I ran away from that hospital, from that family, from the only life I knew. I planned to start over with what little money I had, determined to make something of myself despite the odds.
Then Logan Tate came along.
Gorgeous and controlling, he claimed he was trying to help me, and he didn’t care that I was just another teenage pregnancy story.
But I don’t trust him. I don’t trust anyone. And if Logan knew the real secrets and lies I was keeping inside, he wouldn’t dare try to shelter me.
I look up at her with tears in my eyes. If not for this kind woman, I’d be handing Lily over to her adoptive parents in a matter of hours. It may seem cruel of me to have promised to give my baby away to a couple who desperately wants one and then to just pick up and run away, but none of this was my choice.
Four months before my high school graduation I found out that I was pregnant, as you could probably imagine for a seventeen year old to hear that she’s going to become a mother is shocking and scary. So I did what I thought would be the right thing, I went to my parents and asked for there help. Their solution? Hide my pregnancy until after graduation and then keep me a virtual prisoner in my own home until I gave birth.
When I expressed to them my desire to keep my child they gave me an ultimatum, give the baby up for adoption, or keep the baby but leave their house with absolutely no financial help from them. What else could I have done? I had no choice but to agree to their demands and I thought I could do it. I thought I could go through with it until I held her, my Lily, and I knew that giving her away would literally kill me—would make it difficult to go on with the knowledge that she was out there in the world somewhere, living a life apart from mine. Because of this, I made her a promise and I’ll die before I break that promise.
Expected Release January 14, 2014