Hale Jarreau left my life the same way he entered it – all at once.We once burned like a fire, raging and consuming and I spent my life loving him. I didn’t have a choice.
And then, he was gone; leaving my heart aching and my soul empty.
Time doesn’t heal a damn thing and pain comes in many forms. But time only makes that pain ache deeper.
It makes forgetting impossible.
Every love has its story.
R. Holmes is from a tiny itty bitty town in southern Louisiana where everyone knows everyone. Land of alligators, boudin balls, and Mardi Gras. She spends her days being a savvy business woman/super mom and her nights writing sexy alpha men with hearts just as big as their egos. She plans on writing until her fingers fall off but really hopes to have to never write a biography again.Connect with her via Facebook, Instagram (@RHolmesAuthor) and Twitter!