First, I need to address the elephant in the room: Anton's story. I am still working on it- I promise! However, as a writer, I'm discovering there are books that you WANT to write and books that you NEED to write. I WANT to write Anton's story, but I NEED to write Carrie's. Both will be finished this year, as well as Lucian's- however, Carrie's will be finished first. I hope you'll all understand and join me for this book that is quickly becoming my favorite.
As soon as I finish the first draft, it will be up and available for pre-order at Smashwords and their affiliates.
Please don't forget to add it to your TBR list on Goodreads: Seven Days
Here is the unedited prologue for the book. Please be aware that it is subject to change before it is published.
Prologue
Ever do something that you know almost immediately it might
just be the biggest mistake you’ve ever made? That’s what happened the night I
walked away from Ryan. I could feel those sad amber eyes following me as I rounded
the corner of the restaurant. Slumping
against the unforgiving gray brick wall when I was sure he wasn’t going to
follow me, I let the tears I’d been holding back cascade down my swollen face.
After allowing myself a few minutes to wallow in my misery,
I pushed off the wall and started walking again. I knew I had to make it back
home before they found out I was leaving. It was bad enough he knew where I’d been last week. I
couldn’t leave my sister in that kind of danger, but I needed to get my
emotions under control before I got behind the wheel of my car.
“Carrie,” I heard from the side of the building. His voice
just on the edge of desperation, tinged with receding tears and emotion. “Look
at you,” he sighed, as he reached my side and lifted a hesitant hand to my
cheek. “You don’t want to do this. Don’t do this,” he pleaded, coaxing my eyes
to his. “Don’t do this,” he repeated, moving his hand to stroke my loose auburn
locks. I wanted to melt into him, let him fix everything, but I knew that was
impossible.
“I wish it were my choice, Ryan,” I told him, letting him
see just how much this decision was affecting me. “I’d do anything to fix it,
but I have to get her out of here- get us out of here before something terrible
happens,” I choked out before I broke his embrace and ran to my dilapidated
early 90’s model Ford Escort. Fumbling with the keys, I threw my bag inside
before sitting behind the steering wheel, trying to convince myself to not look
back. Then I started the car that would take me away from him.
I
never believed in soul mates, or in one person for the rest of your life, but
Ryan is someone I could see waking up to every morning. Forever and beyond. I
couldn’t stay here anymore though. I had made a promise to myself and my little
sister, Britton, and I planned to keep it, even if it meant leaving behind the
only man I’d ever love.