Blurb:
Ava Thompson left her one true love, Jasper
White, to unearth her destiny. It was the only way for Ava to grow into the
woman she’s always wanted to become.
Sadly, that destiny has led her back to the
place that broke her … Singapore.
And more importantly, it has led her back to
the man who broke her … Harper.
Ava is no longer the scared, lost girl she
once was. She is stronger and determined to accomplish her dreams in order to find
happiness. Hopefully, at the end of it all, she will return into the loving
arms of Jasper White.
Six months later, Ava travels back to Los
Angeles for an event that embraces the true meaning of love. Sadly for Ava, her
meaning of true love has been lost.
Los Angeles is not how Ava left it. Things
have changed. People have changed. She has changed. However, what has remained
untouched is her passionate love for Jasper White.
But does Jasper feel the same?
Author
Bio
Monica
James spent her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare and
Emily Dickinson.
EXCERPT
He inches his face towards mine, and I too edge forward, so not in control of my actions right now, because kissing him is the only thing I can think of. But then I remember he’s drunk, and this kiss will be meaningless in the morning.
Pulling back and shaking my head, in hopes of knocking some sense into my lust-filled brain, I whisper, “You’re drunk, Jasper.”
Jasper smiles, but it’s a sad smile.
His eyes focus on mine as he confesses, “I’m drunk on you. You’re my poison, Ava, and I don’t know how to stop consuming you.”
A breath catches in my throat as words that should be interpreted harshly, aren’t at all perceived that way. I don’t know how to reply, so I don’t. I close my eyes and take five steadying breaths.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Reopening my eyes, I see that I’m alone.
Peering up at Jasper’s house, I witness him turning back towards my car from his front door. The porch light reflects off his beautiful face, and his expression is mirroring mine. And that expression is one I have been trying so hard to keep at bay, but sadly have been failing at.
That expression is one of submission and surrender.
We both surrender.
And that fact scares the living shit out of me.
Pulling back and shaking my head, in hopes of knocking some sense into my lust-filled brain, I whisper, “You’re drunk, Jasper.”
Jasper smiles, but it’s a sad smile.
His eyes focus on mine as he confesses, “I’m drunk on you. You’re my poison, Ava, and I don’t know how to stop consuming you.”
A breath catches in my throat as words that should be interpreted harshly, aren’t at all perceived that way. I don’t know how to reply, so I don’t. I close my eyes and take five steadying breaths.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Reopening my eyes, I see that I’m alone.
Peering up at Jasper’s house, I witness him turning back towards my car from his front door. The porch light reflects off his beautiful face, and his expression is mirroring mine. And that expression is one I have been trying so hard to keep at bay, but sadly have been failing at.
That expression is one of submission and surrender.
We both surrender.
And that fact scares the living shit out of me.
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