Rectify is LIVE!

Rectify is LIVE!

Rectify

We weren’t just young, we were stupid and reckless.

He was the beginning of every bad decision I made. The enemy of everyone I’d ever loved.

I was a pawn in his game. A prize to be claimed, and a trophy to be flaunted.

Now we’re two adults with crooked pasts, trying to straighten out our future.

His heart belongs to his daughter, while mine is too tattered to give away.

Neither of us believe in happily ever after.

Not after everything we’ve been through.

So, why are we desperately trying to chase ours?

Revive is LIVE!

Revive is LIVE!

Revive

Sasha was the girl next door, and at fifteen I was sure she was my forever. She was my constant, and never let me down.

Until she did.

She broke me, yet I still found myself longing for her with a debilitating desperation.

Then came Taylah. A crazy and chaotic hurricane of beauty and bad decisions, she breathed life back into me.

For her, my heart began to beat a new rhythm. She was whimsical, and I was level-headed.
We were mismatched in the most perfect of ways.

But could she compete with history? Taylah was my reprieve, but could she be my new forever?

Reclaim is live!

Reclaim is live!

Reclaim

Unlike most eighteen year olds, I had the weight of the world on my young shoulders. Desperate to do right by my family, my questionable choices led me to the pits of hell.

Steel bars, three meals a day and no contact with the outside world; regret consumed my every thought. Desperate to pay my penance, forgiveness and a happily ever after wasn’t the plan.

But there she was.

Warm, passionate and unexpected, Emerson Lane was the light at the end of the tunnel. She was all a man like me could want and everything I didn’t deserve.

Redemption wasn’t something I thought I would ever find. Until she found me.

Reclaim is one of those books that tugs at your heartstrings. Filled with lovable characters and an emotional journey you won’t be able to put this one down.
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A knock on the door almost goes unnoticed, until I see locks of brown hair walking toward me.
I stand up to meet Emerson, shocked at how much solace her presence gives me.

“Are you almost ready?” she asks. Frozen and unable to speak, I nod. Avoiding my eyes, she looks behind me, and finds the bag of clothes Thompson brought in. Stepping around, she grabs the navy and white checkered shirt and hands it to me. “Put this on over your t-shirt.”

Sliding each arm in, I try and fix the way it sits as best I can without a mirror.

“Here, let me do it.”

Directly in front of one another her breath mingles with mine, speaking their own language of anxiety and anticipation. She folds over the collar, and straightens out the material.

Her fingertips graze my skin and I forget how to breathe. “Are you okay?” she whispers.

Like an idiot, I nod, again. Hands circle my biceps and make their way down to the cuff of the shirt. Slowly she rolls the sleeve up to my elbows, and moves to the other one.

The motions are simple, things that people take for granted daily. But between Emerson and I it’s intimate.

Monumental.

With every touch I feel the scars of my isolation come to surface and the tangible fear of not being able to survive beyond these four walls.

“What are you doing here?” I say, finding my voice.

Pulling back, she finally has the courage to look at me. Her eyes stroke my skin, and for the first time her desire is unreserved and obvious. “I wasn’t going to miss watching you walk out of here.”

“I don’t think I can do this,” I confess.

Holding her hand up in the air, she looks at me expectantly. I mimic her actions and let my palm touch hers. She takes it as an invitation to slip her fingers through mine.

I squeeze her hand, like she might disappear in any moment. Holding my gaze, she squeezes it right back.

“You’ve got this, Jagger. Life’s waiting for you to live it.”

“I’ve got this,” I repeat.

“Ready?”

“As, I’ll ever be.”

She unlatches her hand from mine, and the separation is poignant and painful.

“Let’s go.”