I dreamed of growing up and being just like her.
I dreamed of having an adoring husband, two kids, and a beautiful home where my family would come together and enjoy all of our happy ever afters.
My road wasn’t easy, it was heartbreaking, and she was there, in the distance, silently supporting me.
When all the angst, all the pain, worked its way out, she was there too, but not how she’d always promised, she was there from an unbridgeable distance.
With distance and broken promises, I began to build a wall.
She would never be the mother she was, and I would not allow her to hinder the mother I am.
Life is nothing without love.
Life is nothing without hope.
Life is nothing without dreams.
Life is not lived fully until you understand the finality of… Goodbye.
*This book is part of the First series (Her First Kiss, His First Crush, Their First Fall). It is recommended that you begin with 27 Truths and 27 Lies, then continue with the First series..
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4 Stars
Review by Lisa Kane
Expect tears to flow with this one! Anytime I get to read about London and Logan and Luke and Ava and Lucas and Tessa (my fav couple!) I feel like I'm spending time with old friends. Crazy old friends, but still characters that I've come to know and love.
Logan is in a world of pain, he's been hiding something from his family for over a year and inside, he's just bleeding. He wants to share with his sister, Ava, but she's just had another baby and he's been sworn to secrecy. London and Logan have been hiding how serious their relationship is-yet another secret.
"You're Logan Links, and you're my forever."
Ava and Luke are in a really good place. Ava just gave birth to baby Faith and together with Hope and Chance, their lives are crazy busy. Luke still wants more kids -this guy is a glutton for punishment!
"Ava," he turns my stool so I'm facing him. "I love you. You love me. Nothing has ever or will ever change that. It's just gonna grow."
But there's one person who isn't as involved in their lives as they would all like and that's going to be the root of this story. There are multiple POV's in this book, and each one adds a layer to all that is unfolding around them.
27 Truths About Their First Goodbye is heartbreakingly beautiful. A hated character finally shows that there are reasons for actions and for distancing yourself from your family. Desperate times call for desperate actions. But sometimes, no matter how hard the fight is, you can't always win.
"Dignity and grace, Ava...Lane. One thing I always tried to hold on to, no matter how hard things got. Dignity and grace. " "And style," I whisper.
The title isn't just a clever take on continuing this series but the 27 Truths actually exist. There is a reason for this title, (cue the sobbing) and each of those 27 reasons is beautiful and sad and so true. I love these characters, I don't think I will ever get tired reading about them.
"Heartstrings to angel wings, Ashley."
Excerpt
It’s
not hard to figure out where my husband’s room is. It’s the one with half the
ER staff, all of the female persuasion, standing outside the door, peering
through the glass windows as if they’re watching a television show.
I
feel my blood boil as I quicken my steps and I don’t even say excuse me, no
manners, none, I just push past them.
“Miss,
you need to—”
“Oh,
shut it,” I snap as I push through the final group of nurses.
“Well
hello, Pretty.” Logan beams a big old smile and lifts his hand. “I have a
boo-boo.”
“Yeah?
Well, I hope it hurt,” I scowl.
He
grins… Logan doesn’t grin, he smirks, he smiles… when we’re alone. But he’s
typically a broody asshole in public, which I prefer, and not for any other
reason than his grin clearly brings on attention, and he’s taken, I even put a
ring on it.
“Put
that thing away, stow it, save it for—”
“London.”
Lucas’s hand clasps gently on my shoulder.
I
whip around and scowl at him, and he grins. What the hell is it with these men?
“You
too!”
He
looks shocked, maybe even a bit scared, okay, not scared, but at least nervous.
I
look back at Logan. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“Miss,
if you can’t calm down, we’re going to have to ask you to leave.”
I
look back. “Oh really?”
I
cross my hands over my chest, tap my foot on the ground, and challenge the
ever-loving shit out of her.
“London.”
Lucas tries to stop me, but that bitch looks thirsty. I scowl one last time at
her and her blonde hair and big tits.
“You
should wipe the drool—”
“Okay,
now.” Lucas’s hands grip my shoulders from the back and turn me to face Logan.
“Let’s focus our attention here.”
“I’m
so pissed at you,” I sputter.
“I
know—”
“No,
I don’t think you do know, Logan. You don’t just take off, beat up a steering
wheel… hide. From them, maybe.” I toss my thumb over my shoulder at Lucas and
Ava. “But never me. Do you understand? Am I making myself clear?” He starts to
open his mouth, and I sneer, “I am not done yet.”
His
eyes widen a bit, and I continue, “You ever do that crap again, and I will do
it back, and then you’ll understand how much it hurt.”
My
voice cracks, my eyes fill, but I push through. “You want this,” I motion
between us, “Then you don’t ever, ever do that to me again because I
will—”
“London,”
he slurs. Is he high? “Get the fuck over here.”
“No,”
I sniff. “No, I will not.”
Now
my tears fall.
“Pretty,
I have two hands.”
“Yet only half a brain,” Lucas whispers under
his breath.
I
look back at him, shocked, because Lucas never acts like that toward his kids.
Ever.
I
expect him to give me his flirty Lucas, haha look, but he doesn’t. He pats my
shoulders, then he turns around and runs his hand through his hair.
“London,”
Logan says in a sing-song, not Logan voice, drawing my attention back to his
apparently stoned self. “And a tongue, Pretty, don’t be mad.”
“Oh
my God, just shut up, will you?” I cover my face.
“What,
now you don’t want me? Jesus, make up your mind, will ya?”
“I
want you, Logan, I want you to shush, just…. close your eyes and sleep.”
“Will
I wake up to you under the cov—”
“Logan,
if I get near that dumb stick right now, I’d yank it off and play whack-a-mole
with your head, praying to God above it would be hard enough to knock you out
so you’d shut up!”
He
grins again.
God…. What the hell am I going to do with him?
“Get.
Over. Here.” He pulls the covers over, exposing… way too much. “It’s cuddle
season.”
“Good
God.” I hurry over and pull the blanket back over him.
“What?
You don’t like him anymore?”
“Logan,
when you come off whatever pain med they doped you up with, you’re going to
probably die of embarrassment. I’d prefer you not do that.”
He
wipes away a fallen tear from my cheek. “Wasn’t running from you, Pretty. Just
couldn’t stop… laughing.”
“So,
laugh if you want to. Nothing wrong —”
“I
couldn’t stop.” He lays back and closes his eyes, and I sit beside him.
“So,
what,” I whisper. “You deserve to laugh, to be happy, to be you.”
“Who
the fuck am I now anyway?” He sighs.
“You’re
Logan Links, and you’re my forever.”
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