Sophie is dying—probably. An aneurysm at the base of her brain is just waiting to burst, and though she tries to keep her mind off the inevitable by painting away the pain, she simply can’t forget that her days are numbered.
He’s yearning for tomorrow…
Jamison is stuck. His past is a mess he’d rather not revisit, and his present is so dull he can hardly stand it. His takes refuge in his nightly walks, where he looks up from the silent New York streets and stares into the window of a tragically beautiful girl painting her masterpiece.
They were made for each other…
A near collision in the dead of night brings them together, and fate means to keep it that way. But when Jamison turns out to be Sophie’s surgeon—the best in the city and her only chance at survival—will she be forced to choose between the love of her life and life itself?
They’re perfect together. But will the curse of the Garner-Willoughby family tear them apart?
Author's This is book 3 in the Beautiful Mine series. No cliffhanger. Can be read as a stand alone.
I couldn't wait to read this book and it didn't disappoint. Jamison was truly wonderful, I loved every minute of it. Sophie was just what he needed. I got some answers from the series. I hope and pray this is not the end of this series.@ Gia DeLuca I really enjoyed this series please give me a book 4!!
I think the author(s) had to remove them because many readers didn't like the fact that it was the same book previously entitled, A Love Like His (BWWM Interracial Romance) (Richmond-Banks Brothers Book) by Coco Jordan. Which also is no longer available on Amazon.
The only difference is the race of the character is now white in this book.
Beautiful and tragic. Not something that I would normally read, as I don't like books about this theme. It was a happy accident reading this book. But you will need a great deal of Kleenex to get through it.
Delightful story. Such a shame the series has come to an end. But then again I'm always sorry to see a series I enjoy end. I only glad when series are not dragged on and on with no creative purpose other than to make bank. I have much respect for authors such as DeLuca.