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Ellie Davis has finally begun to mend the pieces of her shattered heart. With a new job slinging drinks behind the bar at Charlotte’s latest hot spot and a crush on her deliciously sexy bar manager things are finally starting to look up.
New job plus new man equals the perfect anecdote to help Ellie forget all about bad boy Max McLellan…or so she thinks.
This is Ellie’s journey and it isn’t always pretty.
It isn’t always neat.
It isn’t always happy.
But it’s hers.
What an amazing story! Stories with characters this young more often than not, tend to not really captivate me. This story did. And not just the exceptional writing skills, but the story/journey itself. Props to you, RB Hillard!!
The story of Max and Ellie is not an easy one. It is far from rainbows and gumdrops, but it’s real. It’s touchable. It’s relatable. As I was reading the years go by, I felt them pass by. I felt the pain and desperation but most of all, the deep-rooted love. Their journey is going to fork, and it’s gonna be a HUGE fork (lol) but they wouldn’t be the people they are today for each other and themselves had that fork not happened, so #perfect!
Copy provided for blog tour review
“This book made me feel like no other.” – Reader Review
“R.B. Hilliard, stand up and take a bow.” – Scandalicious Book Blog
“Where to begin, this book will literally have you in emotional whiplash in the best possible way.” – DDs Book Room
“For a first time i’m blown away and will keep an intensive eye out for future books.” – Reader Review
If I wrote a song for you, this would be it. Max held out his hand. Dance with me?” I wanted to cry. I didn’t want him to go. I wanted forever. He was sunshine and moonlight, sandy beaches and salty air. He was happy laughter and sexy smiles. He was my best friend, my lover, my heart…He was everything good in this world, and believe me, few things were ever good in my world. I didn’t want to lose him, but would never begrudge him this experience.
I took his hand. “We’ve never danced together, have we?”
“This is just the first of many, Ellison Davis,” he murmured, pressing his lips to mine.
“I like the sound of that,” I said against his mouth. We danced for the remainder of the song and just when I thought it was over, it began again.