It's finally here...
Believe in the Wish is one of those books that's precious to me. The characters in it came to me and told me their story. I could do nothing, but write and cry as the words flowed through my hands and onto the laptop. It's an emotional book, but I believe it's a beautiful story...about hope, life, and romance. And believing.
Believing that despite the hard times, life is worth it.
Believing that everyone has a special someone...and sometimes they're lucky enough to have several special someones over a lifetime.
In the end, this book is about love.
And not just the love between two partners, but love between friends and family.
Those people who stand by us in our lives when life is tough.
I buried my twin sister six months after she found out she had cancer. Her funeral was three months ago. Today is our birthday and it started with delivery of letters from her.
It seems she didn’t trust me to move on after her death. She knows me too well. But how can I go on when my other half is just...gone? That’s not something I can recover from with a snap of my fingers. But I also can’t ignore her instructions even though I’d be perfectly content to cuddle up with my buddy, Johnnie Walker, and call it a year.
She has a list of things for me to do and there are rules attached.
There’s one major problem besides the fact it’s been three months since I left the house. I have to do all these things with her jerk of an ex, Hawk Simmons. He abandoned her shortly after she found out she was sick. If that wasn’t enough to make this a really bad idea, the fact that he makes an appearance in all my nighttime fantasies probably does.
I don’t think I can do this, but I owe it to my sister’s memory to try.
This is a stand alone contemporary male/male romance.
Ethan startled out of his daze when someone knocked on his front door. He’d been sitting on his couch—in the middle of his now spotless living room—staring at the paperwork Katya had left with him after lunch.
He didn’t understand why Emma had done this. Why would she make things even harder now...when she had to know how hard he’d take her death?
Katya had told him his second task would be arriving at two o’clock, but he didn’t want to answer the door. The last time he’d done it, his whole world had been turned on its head. He just thought life had sucked before. Now he was scared of what lay outside knocking.
The knock came again, this time closely followed by the incessant ringing of the doorbell.
Ethan reluctantly pulled himself off the couch. He took a deep breath when he grabbed hold of the doorknob and pulled it open.
Hawk Simmons stood there. Part wary. Part defensive. Part disgruntled. All gorgeous.
Like a dog smelling a steak, his dick perked up at the sight of Hawk. Fucking hell.
Hawk had some sort of Latin heritage in his background that gave him a sultry, swarthy appearance. With his chiseled jaw, highlighted by dark scruff, he gave new meaning to the phrase tall, dark, and handsome.
At six feet tall, Hawk was slightly taller than Ethan. Hawk had on old, worn-out jeans that cupped him in all the right places, not that Ethan was focusing on his package. No, not at all.
He had obviously ridden his motorcycle given the black combat boots and black leather riding jacket he wore over his white T-shirt. He held a helmet in one hand and what looked to be another purple envelope in his other.
Ethan focused on the envelope. His stomach flipped over and his blood began to pound in his ears. Could he really do this? With this man?
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