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Hold My Breath is LIVE!
My latest release is now live!
I wanted to write a book about surviving -- about putting one foot in front of the next, taking life day by day, until a person relearned how to live. Hold My Breath is a tribute to the strong souls who overcome, for the fighters who don't quit, and the people who love them and push in all the right ways. I love this story, and I hope you all love it, too.
Meet Will Hollister. Some loves...hurt like hell.
Excerpt from Hold My Breath:
“Your eyes do this thing, just before you race, where they haze and close in on their prey. I always imagined what it would be like for you to look at me like that,” he says.
“Haven’t I?” I ask, waiting a breath while he considers what I’m asking.
“Looked at you that way,” I fill in. “When we…”
“Maddy, I was so focused on every other part of your body that day, I don’t remember what your eyes looked like,” he laughs.
“Well maybe next time you will,” I say.
“Next time.” I can hear his grin in his words.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Next time.”
This time.
The quiet comes again, filled only by the sound of his breathing, his
breath a long draw that sounds as a warning in my ear. I chew at my nail, waiting…hoping.
“Maddy,” he says, finally.
“Yes?” I sit up and crawl to my knees.
I hear his door open across the hall, and I stand, pressing my palm and forehead against mine.
“Let me in."
BUY LINK ---> http://a.co/0EsWdlJ
I wanted to write a book about surviving -- about putting one foot in front of the next, taking life day by day, until a person relearned how to live. Hold My Breath is a tribute to the strong souls who overcome, for the fighters who don't quit, and the people who love them and push in all the right ways. I love this story, and I hope you all love it, too.
Meet Will Hollister. Some loves...hurt like hell.
Excerpt from Hold My Breath:
“Your eyes do this thing, just before you race, where they haze and close in on their prey. I always imagined what it would be like for you to look at me like that,” he says.
“Haven’t I?” I ask, waiting a breath while he considers what I’m asking.
“Looked at you that way,” I fill in. “When we…”
“Maddy, I was so focused on every other part of your body that day, I don’t remember what your eyes looked like,” he laughs.
“Well maybe next time you will,” I say.
“Next time.” I can hear his grin in his words.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Next time.”
This time.
The quiet comes again, filled only by the sound of his breathing, his
breath a long draw that sounds as a warning in my ear. I chew at my nail, waiting…hoping.
“Maddy,” he says, finally.
“Yes?” I sit up and crawl to my knees.
I hear his door open across the hall, and I stand, pressing my palm and forehead against mine.
“Let me in."
BUY LINK ---> http://a.co/0EsWdlJ
