Prologue
You know that pivotal moment in
every love story, when the hero or heroine makes an imperative move that leaves
the other with a life-altering choice? Whether it be a pronouncement of love
(I’ve been in love with you my entire life, and I don’t care that you’re my
stepbrother) or a salacious secret (I’m pregnant and the baby isn’t yours) or a
shocking decision (I’ve decided to embrace what I am… I’m transitioning into a
unicorn, and I’m pregnant by my stepbrother), we can always count on this
familiar occurrence.
I’ve
always deemed them cliché yet necessary in the romance genre. A good plot twist
is as vital to a story as its characters. Without it, the hero and heroine
would have no reason to change, to evolve. They’d have no reason to step out on
faith and madness and take hold of their destiny. Take hold of their story.
I once lived for the perfect plot
twist.
I just never expected to actually live it.
I look down at my boarding pass for
the eightieth time in the last fifteen minutes. Gate 3B, Seat 2A. GEG to LAX.
Final boarding in…now.
Sixteen hours ago, I succumbed to
the insanity of feeling, and made my crucial confession. I began that almighty
trek up a story’s climactic mountain. And every hour, every minute, since, I’ve
waited for her to make her choice.
To make me her choice.
The attendant glares at me from over
her intercom receiver and announces that the gate for flight D5611 will be
closing in sixty seconds. She’s saying it for only me, because I’m the only one
here. Waiting. Crumbling.
I take one last look down the
corridor that leads to security. I just knew that she’d show up, racing through
the airport, screaming for someone to stop the plane. That was how I’d imagined
my story…our story. The greatest cliché of all, and I still couldn’t breathe it
into fruition. I still couldn’t get her to read between the lines scrawled on
my heart.
I guess the most epic romances are
still tucked away within the pages of her favorite novels, safely swathed in
inked lies and faded paper promises. Forever fictional. Just like love.
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Blurb
From International Best
Selling Romance Novelist, Hope Hughes, comes a gripping, heartfelt tale of two
lovers, fighting for the freedom to…
No. Scratch that. Too cheesy.
…two people, torn apart by
the tumultuous tides of life, only to discover refuge in…
WTF? What does that even mean? DELETE.
…two people, confused as
shit as to where they should be and who they should love and none of this means
a damn thing because it’s all lies!
Lies.
I’m not Hope Hughes. I’m not some fierce woman romance
machine. Hell, I’m not even a woman.
I’m a liar.
And while I refuse to believe my own BS, deceit masked in
heartfelt phrases of love and devotion, I want to make her believe them. Because maybe—just maybe—if she can find the soul
within my words, she’ll also be able to find the truth scribbled on my heart.
You see, I once lived for the perfect plot twist.
I just never expected to actually live it.
This is my story. Well, maybe her story. I just wish I
could make it our story.
The one I’m still writing.
About the Author:
S.L. Jennings is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance, reality TV junkie, obsessive coffee drinker and collector of crazy.
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