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Review! Unraveling Love by KL Donn

un·rav·el·ing verb

to free from complication or difficulty

She had it all figured out

Burned by love, Arden Graham thought she knew where her life was going. As an event planner at Rocky Shores Retirement home in Queens, she enjoyed her life. Bringing smiles to the faces of the elderly brought her joy. Giving them something to look forward to, gave her a sense of purpose.

Being stalked was never in the game plan. Neither was having two bodyguards who liked to boss her around. With Arden in and out of the tabloids because of her charity work for her twin brother’s company, Boston and Dare think they have her figured out. 

Falling in love wasn’t the plan.

Boston Falco and Dare Waters have been best friends for more than half their lives. The decision to share one woman came as easily as when they joined the SEALs. Receiving a call from two men on their former SEAL team to protect their little sister, came as a shock. The woman herself was the biggest contradiction they’d ever encountered. 

With the help of their former technical analyst, John ‘Tex’ Keegan, the hunt for Arden’s stalker is on. The clock is ticking, twists keep coming, and soon or later something’s gotta give. With no idea who’s on the other end of the revealing pictures and veiled threats, the only question left is; will they be able to unravel Arden’s heart and open her up to love again once all is said and done?

Unraveling Love is the first book in International Bestselling Author KL Donn’s new ménage series, Damaged Love, publishing in Susan Stoker’s Special Forces: Operation Alpha World. This is a full length novel.

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Krystal is a proud Canadian girl, hailing from Sherwood Park, Alberta. She has a strong dislike for the winter, and a love spring. Married to her husband Steve, for 13 years, they have 4 beautiful red headed spawns ranging in ages 5-12. She has a strong love of coffee, sarcasm, and wine. (Not necessarily in that order either.)Krystal loves to write about instalove between couples looking for love. She has a passion for contemporary romance and springs into menage as often as she can. Currently, she is working on 2 new series, the Adair Empire a darker, dirtier, and grittier series than what her readers are used to, but boy has she had a ton of fun writing them. The What Happens When series will begin with Anonymous Bride series will begin with Anonymous Bride and continue with untraditional love stories. Bringing you all the good feels, a ton of love, and maybe – if you’re lucky a surprise baby or two!With the exception of Anonymous Bride, and Until Arsen you’ll be able to find all her books on all platforms!

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Unraveling Love? More like Unraveling Me... I mean HELLO. A full length menage romance? Normally, I’d skip these. I feel like I always tell myself I don’t like them, and then I read them and I’m like Oh hello honey. Especially if the author of said book is KL Donn. I think it’s no surprise to anyone that reads my reviews I’m obsessed with this woman. I found her in April 2018 and I’ve devoured everything she’s written since.

Unraveling Love is the story of Dare, Arden and Boston finding themselves a love worth of any fairy tale, amidst heartbreak, fear, and a crazy stalker. They find their love wrapped up in kitten ears and fighting through expectations society has for what love is, and what it should be. They find their forever in a story that is captivating, original, and will leave you on the edge of your seat.

If you enjoy any of these things, you’ll love this book:

  • Alpha males
  • True, heart stopping love
  • One of a kind story
  • Men that don’t know when to shut up
  • More twists and turns than a roller coaster
  • Head strong women that hide their true self behind quirky fashion and bratty behavior

Did I mention men who don’t know when to show up? Dare doesn’t necessarily know how to deal with Arden, or his feelings for her. Arden, to the rest of the world, is a spoiled brat, only worried about smiling, partying, and other things rich people are worried about. Add in some extra protective family, and she’s not really allowed to learn about the danger surrounding her.

Hence, Dare and Boston. While Dare isn’t immediately sure what the troublesome bombshell means to him, Boston is clear from the moment he sees her image. Lust at first sight, mixed with hopefulness at the idea a woman out there would be willing to accept their life style and two men, makes for an ex SEAL badass who knows he has two missions: save and get the girl.

Arden may be spoiled, but she has a heart big enough for two men, and ambitions that reach beyond her world as a princess. Though her men treat her like one, they don’t ignore the fact that she’s smart, young, beautiful, and takes danger head on… though they wish she wouldn’t.

One of my favorite things about the insta-love stories that are full-length, is that it’s more. It gives the love that seems unrealistic a chance to flourish. You see the threesome figure each other out, while they fall deeper everyday. They have each other to lean on, to talk to when they’re nervous about what the future holds.

KL Donn weaves a tale that leaves you panting and wanting more. She effortlessly (it seems) creates a world I want to be a part of. She leaves my heart yearning for that all consuming love that Dare, Arden and Boston have. She leaves me wishing I was a bit more adventurous, though not as much as Arden is.

So thank you, KL, for bringing be another novel I can’t get out of my head or my heart. Thank you for feeding my addiction to big, burly, alpha men. Thank you for bringing humor in the right places, while still leaving me anticipating the next turn you bring. And please, please, please, bring me more.

Undeniably Yours by Mallory Funk Review

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Five years ago, I met a man who gave me a night I would never forget.
Forgetting him was impossible with his likeness running around my house every day.
It wasn’t until I took a job in a different town that life gave us another chance.
This time we weren’t going to screw it up. This time I knew his name and who he belonged to.
Revenge threatens to tear us apart, and I want to run away from everything that had come to mean so much to me.
There was no question in his mind of who I belonged to.
There’s nothing wrong with living in denial

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I have always loved writing. It wasn’t until recently I decided to put my stories into words. I have the support of my husband and family to follow through with my own book. I always loved to share my work with people and now I’m glad I can share it with more than my family and friends.

I am married with two children under the age of four. I spent my days writing, reading and with my kids. I have always loved to write since I was a little girl. It wasn’t until I started reading all the time that I decided to put my words to ‘paper’ so to speak.

I am the youngest of three girls but my family extends beyond that!

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Boy meets girl, girl meets boy. They have one wild night together and go there separate ways, planning to look back on that night with a smile and the memories.

But they got sooooo much more.

Olivia wasn’t looking for anything but a good time. She had plans and a future ahead of her that she wasn’t willing to risk by settling down. By life laughed and laughed at her after a one night stand turned into single mother hood. But, being the woman she was, she embraced it with her whole heart. She never got the man’s name, but had fond memories of him. She’d tried to find him, but didn’t know how. But 5 years, a sweet little boy, a new job, and a big move later, and she finds the man that gave her the best gift she was never asking for.

Aiden a.k.a. Steal, wasn’t planning on settling down. He was extremely happy with his life, and had no plans to have a wife and kids. He was fine letting his brother and sister be the baby making factories. But life laughed and laughed at him as the woman that has haunted his dreams shows up after five years… with a child. His child. Things shifted into focus for him. While getting a good ribbing from his brothers and family about how he went from “I never want kids” to having a kid in the matter of hours, Aiden takes to fatherhood like a BOSS.

Aiden and Olivia have ups and downs, but they try to make it work for Hale. Neither of them want to have a poor relationship that would make it harder on their son. But while Olivia is cautious, Aiden is full steam ahead. He knows what he wants and he isn’t letting this woman slip through his fingers again.

….until the sins of the past come to haunt them both.

Olivia and Aiden were very realistic in their reactions, despite Aiden being a super alpha he was the kind that would actually probably work in real life. This book had moments that made me smile, and moments that wrecked me. But it was undoubtedly, an amazing read. I was slightly disappointed at first that this book wasn’t Aiden’s brother’s story, but I’m still hoping that book 3 will be his. There’s something there that I need to know.

GIVE IT TO ME WOMAN.

Anyways, this book will leave you going WTF and wanting to shake Olivia, while swooning over Aiden’s super dad abilities. So trust me, you’re gonna want to read it!

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Safe, In His Arms by KL Donn Review!

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Onyx Inwood lives a strict life of order and strategy.
He knows every move he makes before he takes action.
As a detective in the NYPD he knows the city streets like the back of his hand.
So why, when he stumbles upon a wandering girl, does his world turn upside down?

Shy. Klutzy. Afraid.

Grace Hawthorne often forgets why she doesn’t like to leave her tiny apartment.
The world outside is huge, unforgiving, full of strangers & danger.
Her step-mother often says she lacks basic human knowledge.
When she meets a big scary man in the park, she forgets why she’s afraid of the world and embraces being safe, in his arms.

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Krystal is a proud Canadian girl, hailing from Sherwood Park, Alberta. She has a strong dislike for the winter, and a love spring. Married to her husband Steve, for 13 years, they have 4 beautiful red headed spawns ranging in ages 5-12. She has a strong love of coffee, sarcasm, and wine. (Not necessarily in that order either.)
Krystal loves to write about instalove between couples looking for love. She has a passion for contemporary romance and springs into menage as often as she can. Currently, she is working on 2 new series, the Adair Empire a darker, dirtier, and grittier series than what her readers are used to, but boy has she had a ton of fun writing them. The What Happens When series will begin with Anonymous Bride series will begin with Anonymous Bride and continue with untraditional love stories. Bringing you all the good feels, a ton of love, and maybe – if you’re lucky 😉 a surprise baby or two!
With the exception of Anonymous Bride, and Until Arsen you’ll be able to find all her books on all platforms!

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Is there anything KL Donn can’t write?! I mean seriously…

When I read a blurb and it’s got that “Modern Day Fairy Tale” vibe I either skip it or devour it. There’s no middle for me. I either love it or hate it, swoon or roll my eyes. Like with dark romance, the fairy tale trope is a fine balance between creating something new, and keeping the theme. It’s walking a tight rope of heroine that needs help and one that is strong in her own right; between alpha hero and jerky prince.

Safe, In His Arms found that delicate balance between gag me with a spoon and “OMG I LOVE THIS.” Grace Hawthorne is a perfect mix of damsel in distress and independent woman. Trying to find her way in life after being held captive (basically) by her step mother, she’s trying to break the chains that have held her down for so many years.

Onyx Inwood is a man looking for something more than random hookups, but is lost between his job and reality. He hasn’t found the balance either, living his life trying to protect his community. From the moment he meets Grace, the moment he gets a fleeting glimpse, he knows she’s something special.

CUE THE CINDERELLA VIBES.

Safe, In His Arms is a novella. It’s short, sweet, and sexy. I’d say it’s classing KL, but that would be a lie (see the Adair series). Honestly, after the dark and intense emotions she put me through in the Adair Empire, I kept waiting for the crazy twist. Spoiler: It never came. Why? Because I think we all needed something fluffy to keep us sane. There’s only so much death and torture a person can take.

From the description, I was hooked. KL didn’t leave me disappointed either. Honestly, you should just expect a 5 star review from me for any of KL’s books. She blows me away with each and every novella and story she weaves. I’m still waiting for another full length novel, because I can never get enough of her, but I take what I can get.

If this book leaves you wanting anything, it’ll leave you wanting more.

LIKE ANOTHER EPILOGUE *HINT HINT NUDGE NUDGE*

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Too Bad So Sad by Lani Lynn Vale Review

arcblurbtoobadsosadTyler Cree has never been good at the whole look and don’t touch thing.

From the moment he was old enough to walk on his own two feet, he’s been looking for trouble.

Trouble comes in many forms…quite a few of those forms being the female persuasion.

Tyler knows what girls want—a bad boy. And he has the bad boy image down pat.

Ex-military—check.

Hot cop—double check.

A bike between his legs and a devil may care attitude—oh, yeah.

All the girls want him, yet none of them will have him—at least not all of him, anyway. A certain appendage they can have all they want. His heart, however, is not up for grabs. The useless organ inside his chest was broken and battered, mutilated by the one woman he thought would keep it safe.

Spoiler alert: she ripped it to shreds and set fire to the pieces.

To protect himself, Tyler keeps everyone at arm’s length, and never lets anyone get too close.

Then Reagan Rose Alvarez barrels into his life, and trespasses on not only his property, but straight into his abused heart. One glance is all it takes, and he’s suddenly thinking about things he hasn’t thought for quite some time—thoughts that a man like him should never have about a woman like her.

One moment of weakness is all it takes, and suddenly he has no other choice but to go on the offensive.

Keeping her is the only other option now.

Turns out, his heart isn’t as broken as he thought it was.

The only problem is, now the little she-devil holds it in the palm of her hands, and she has no clue just how much power she holds.

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aboutheauthorlanilynnvaleLani Lynn Vale is married to the love of her life that she met in high school. She fell in love with him because he was wearing baseball pants. Ten years later they have three perfectly crazy children and a cat named Demon who likes to wake her up at ungodly times in the night. They live in the greatest state in the world, Texas. She writes contemporary and romantic suspense, and has a love for all things romance. You can find Lani in front of her computer writing away in her fictional characters world…that is until her husband and kids demand sustenae in the form of food and drink.

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“Everybody wants sunshine, no one wants pain, but you can’t have a rainbow, without a little rain.” 

Since I first heard the above quote when I was in high school, I’ve tried to live by it. I’ve worked hard, some days more than others, to not let my rain get in the way of seeing a rainbow. Tyler Cree and Reagan Alvarez have let their rain cloud and hide their rainbows and sunshine, so they couldn’t see what was right in front of them… love.

Obviously. I basically only read romance LOL.

Anyways, out of all the Lani books I’ve read, this might have been my favorite. Alpha male, strong heroine not willing to let him run all over her, with action, love and pure devotion, with some growly possessiveness on top of it.

Tyler had his heart stomped all over by his ex best friend and ex girlfriend. Since then, he’s ruled his life by keeping everyone, including women, at a distance. Very few people have ever made him want to change that about himself. He’s perfectly fine where he is, thank you very much…

Until Rose Alvarez trespasses on the Chief of Police’s(ehem, Tyler’s) property for some moss she is trying to study. Rose has sheltered herself from the world, choosing to immerse herself in the dirt and mud instead of living life. Her ex boyfriend not only ruined her potential career, but also mentally and emotionally abused her, leaving behind a scarred, unconfident (is that even a word? or am I making things up again…) woman.

She’s not without self-confidence completely. She’s not afraid to stick up for what she believes in. She’s not afraid to push Tyler’s buttons when he needs to get his head out of his butt. She’s just more reserved, more standoffish. Her relationships tend to stay on the surface level, and she’s ok with that… until Tyler Cree pushes her buttons right back, forcing the fiesty woman to come to the fore front.

One of the things I love about romance novels, is that there’s usually (in the really good ones anyway) discovery and growth within the couple and the individual. I’ve often found myself reading about a fantasy world and situations, some more fantasy and sci-fi than others, or reading about murder and mayhem or regency era, and have taken away some life lesson from the novel. Maybe it’s a quote I want to ink into my skin (I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH ROOM FOR THAT) or it’s a person I’ve wanted to carry around in my back pocket when I needed a pick me up. Sometimes it’s making sure I look to these fake relationships to see what I want (and don’t want) in my real life relationship.

Sometimes I read a book and want to scream and throw a tantrum when the girl acts stupid, or kick a guy in the butt when he’s being a butt. But in this book, I wanted to do neither. There was just enough push and pull, with a whole ton of self-discovery, that made this book burrow deep within my heart, and it’s never coming out. The act of forgiveness, of talking your feelings through with someone and not jumping to conclusions, everything about the relationships in this book, both Reagan’s and Tyler’s and other friendships, made me want to evaluate mine again. It made me want to look back and make sure I was doing everything I could to let my friends know I cared.

This book is that good.

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BOOK TOUR for Broken Love Story by Natasha Madison

Title: Broken Love Story
Series: Love Series #3
Author: Natasha Madison
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 10, 2018
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Samantha: 
 
I had the perfect life; a husband who loved me, and two kids who were my world. 
 
Until someone else answered his phone and my perfect life shattered. 
 
When he died, I was left with answers he couldn’t give me and a box full of lies. 
 
He left me broken. 
 
 
Blake: 
 
I fell in love when I was fifteen, knowing she was the one. 
 
For five years, she was my everything—my every breath, every heartbeat, every thought. 
 
She made me promise to move on, promise to find love again, but I broke those promises because I can’t move on. 
 
Two broken souls brought together by tragedy and heartbreak. 
Can a broken love story be fixed?
Samantha

Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my room, I smooth down my black skirt. My blond hair is tied up in a ponytail, my cheeks are sunken in more than normal, and the blackness around my eyes indicates I haven’t slept well since this whole thing happened. Since I found out that not only did my husband die, but that he also married someone else. 

I sit on the made bed and look down at my wedding band. My thumb of my right hand touches it, and the lone tear that falls out of my eye lands straight on it. “Mommy.” I look back at Lizzie, who is standing in the doorway wearing a black one-piece dress similar to mine with ballerina flats. 
My mother-in-law went shopping yesterday and bought us all new outfits for today. “We need to put our best foot forward,” she said as I watched her walk in with the six bags. “We can’t let people talk.”

I turned around and walked out of the room, going upstairs. Shutting myself in my bathroom with my back against the door, I cried quietly, trying to hide my sobs. “We can’t let people talk,” I whispered to myself. The hatred I had begun feeling when I remembered my husband.

Lizzie walks to the side of my bed and sits next to me. “I hate this dress,” she says when I put my hand around her shoulder and bring her to me, kissing her head.
“I know, baby,” I whisper, “but after today, it’s going to be all over.”

“That’s what Grandpa A said.” She mentions the name she calls my father-in-law. Grandpa A because you can’t get better than an A. 

“Is everyone ready?” I hear Ethan yell from downstairs. “The limo is picking us up in twenty.”

“Let’s go, baby,” I tell her, getting up and holding her hand while we walk downstairs. My in-laws are both sitting in the kitchen. My mother-in-law in a black skirt and top while my father-in-law has on a black suit. “Where is Daisy?” I ask them.

“Elliot is upstairs changing her. She spilled milk on her dress,” Judy tells me, looking at Lizzie. “You look like such a big girl.” She blinks her tears away.

Elliot comes down the stairs with Daisy on his hip, smiling at me when he walks in. “Okay, you girls go sit in the living room while us grown-ups talk,” my father-in-law says, and the girls both know to leave the room. When he knows they are both out of earshot, he starts. “Today is going to be tough, tough for us all, but we have to stand together. We have to be the family that we are.” I lean against the counter while he talks. “The situation with the other one has been taken care of, and she has been served papers.” I look at him and then at Elliot and Ethan, both of them looking down when our eyes meet. It’s almost as if they feel guilty for meeting this woman. My father-in-law continues, “After all this is done today, we are meeting with the lawyers in person, so we can go over the will, start the paperwork for the insurance, and make sure she doesn’t touch a thing that belongs to him.” I stop listening at this point, turning to look out the window at the backyard.

The swing set that he built in one day to make sure the kids could use it when he left the next day. The patio set he had delivered to us, so I could have somewhere to sit while I watched the girls while he was living with another woman. I shake my head, walking out of the room. I sit on the couch, and the girls come to sit next to me, one on each side. “Today is going to be really hard,” I whisper to them, “but we have to be strong for Daddy.” They both look at me, their eyes exactly like their father’s. “But, if at any time, you need to leave or you need me… I don’t care who is talking to me or who is around; you come and get me.”
“Grandpa A said we had to sit and wait,” Daisy whispers just as Elliot comes into the room and kneels in front of us.

“What is this meeting about?” he asks, smiling at us. The circles around his eyes are just as black as ours. He hasn’t left our house since this happened. 

“Mommy said if we need her that we can go to her,” Daisy says, looking at him and then me, “even if Grandpa A said no.”

He leans in, whispering, “You can come to me too, and I’ll make sure that you get Mommy.” 

“Okay,” Lizzie and Daisy both whisper at the same time, and then the doorbell rings.
We get up, put our jackets on, and one by one file into the black limo that has come to take us to the funeral home. We arrive before everyone else. “We get an hour with him, and then they will open the door,” Adrian says as Judy grabs her tissue and dabs her eyes. 

I look around the funeral home. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, not sure where he is. I haven’t seen him since he kissed me goodbye four days earlier. His last words to me were, “Call you when I can.” That phone call never came.

I follow my in-laws to the big brown door that is closed. “I want to go in before the girls.” Everyone turns to look at me.

“We can keep them in the lobby,” says the lady who greeted us at the door. She told me her name, but I just didn’t listen. 

I nod at her as she turns to ask the girls if they want hot chocolate. Daisy’s eyes get big as Lizzie turns to look at me. I nod my head, giving her permission, so she can go with the woman.
The doors open, and I don’t even know what to expect. I’ve never been to a funeral. Never known anyone well enough to pay my last respects. Judy and Adrian walk in first, followed by Ethan, and Elliot waits with me. I step foot into the room, and it’s so cold that I shiver. The smell of flowers hits me right away, making me turn my head. The number of flowers and wreaths shocks me; the whole room is almost full. Some wreaths blocking others. Rows and rows of brown chairs line the room, all facing toward the front of the room. My eyes land on the brown wooden casket at the front of the room. The open half showing you the white satin inside. I walk down the aisle toward him, and then my eyes land on him. Eric. I can’t take another step forward because my knees give out, and I fall. Elliot isn’t fast enough to hold me up, and my knee lands with a thud. But the pain doesn’t matter because nothing could take the place of the pain in my heart. The sound of wailing fills the room as I look up at my dead husband. 

I feel arms around me; I feel myself lifted; I feel myself almost floating. He isn’t the Eric who kissed me goodbye; he isn’t the Eric who I made promises to; he isn’t the Eric who made all my dreams come true. This isn’t him.

The man with makeup caked on his face isn’t my Eric. My sobs overtake my body as I look at him, expecting him to open his eyes. Expecting something, anything but this. “I want the casket closed,” I say, my voice soft. “I want it closed.”

“Samantha,” my father-in-law starts, “it’s—”

I shake my head. “I don’t want the kids to see him like that,” I say softly. I know that for me they wouldn’t even consider it, but for the girls, they would move heaven and earth. “They need to remember him alive and smiling, not like that,” I say, pointing at the casket.

“Dad,” Ethan says after me, “I agree.” 

“Me too,” Elliot says from beside me. “Close it.”

He just nods at us, then walks to the man standing in the corner. The man looks at him as they have a hushed conversation and then just nods his head. “Do you need some water?” Ethan says to me, and I nod. I don’t bother listening to what else he says; instead, I get up and go to the casket. Standing before the brown box, I look at him, really look at him. You see some bruising under the makeup, and his nose is a little swollen. His hands are folded over his stomach, resting on his black suit. The suit he wore when we got married. Why? I ask him in my own head. Why did you do it? I ask him, hoping I can hear him whisper something to me, whisper anything back. To answer my questions, to give me something; anything to make me understand why he did what he did. Why he left me with so many fucking questions and not one answer. 

The man comes over to close the casket. Eric’s face disappears slowly, the shadow filling his face till the casket finally shuts. “I’m sorry for your loss,” the man says, nodding at me. “If at any time you want it open, we can open it back up.” I turn around now, looking at the chairs that will fill up as soon as the people start coming in. Ethan consoles my mother-in-law, and Elliot stands where we were just sitting, his hands in his pockets. 

“I’m getting the girls,” I tell them and then walk out with my head held high but my shoulders slumped. Defeated is a word that you use so many times not really understanding what can actually defeat you. I know now, my husband dying, him cheating on me, my kids without a father, my dreams of growing old with him gone. Beaten straight down to my core, straight down to my bones. 

I walk over to them as they look up. “Let’s go, girls,” I tell them as they both get up and walk to me. Lizzie takes one hand, Daisy takes the other, and we walk back into the room that holds a piece of our hearts. The room where their father lies, with no answers and no tomorrow.

We stand in that room for four hours while people come up to me and give me their condolences. I nod my head and play the part of the grieving wife. I am the grieving wife, but I’m also the wife whose husband didn’t love her enough to just be with her. The wife who knew her husband was slipping away but couldn’t catch it in time. The wife he said he would love and protect. The wife who stands here between his girls wishing that for one second he suffered horribly. The wife who has to pick up the fucking pieces and lie to her girls about what a great guy he was. The wife who, at the end of the day, just wasn’t good enough. 

We listen as people tell us how amazing he was, how much he loved his family, and how much he loved his girls. The whole time, I’m yelling on the inside, ready to stand in the middle of the room, throw my head back, and yell at the top of my lungs. But I don’t do what I want. I don’t tell them what a fraud my husband was. I don’t tell them that it was almost all lies. I don’t tell them that the day he died, they called his other wife and not me. I don’t tell them that I wasn’t the one with him when he died.

I stand here thinking about this other person—his other wife—and wonder how she would handle this. How she would be with my in-laws. Would she just let them control her and do everything for her? Would she want it to be open and weep for him beside the casket instead of standing next to it? 

I look around the room at all the people who came to pay their respects, and my eyes find someone I’ve never met before. Someone I’ve never seen before, and our eyes connect. His green eyes stare into mine as I watch him nod to me and turn to walk out. As he walks out of the crowded room, I strain my neck to watch his back. I don’t have long to think because Elliot comes up and whispers, “It’s time.”
When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her…
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