Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 16, 2020
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/52291058-thrown-away
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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/52291058-thrown-away
Amazon US: https://amzn.to/3cwTMl5
Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2VxlfvL
Amazon AU: https://amzn.to/2ye2FB9
Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/34FYppS
Blurb:
I’ve always believed that love was hard and when you found it, you held onto it with everything you have.
That wasn’t the case with Ryan.
Loving him was easy, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hold onto him.
Because I wore a crown.
And he was single father raising a child...five thousand miles away.
Excerpt:
“So…what are your plans for your last day in the States?” Ryan set down his mug, and I noticed he had finished his drink.
Peering into my cup, I realized I was almost done with mine as well. And for some reason, the thought of our time being over left me a little sad—which I explained away as disappointment about having to return to real life.
“I don’t really have any plans.” Part of me wanted to see him again—for another opportunity to experience what it would be like if I had a normal life. But the other part of me knew it would be nearly impossible to sneak out twice.
I quickly drank the rest of my coffee and waited for him to make the first move to leave. As long as he remained in his seat, so would I. But a moment later, he grabbed his camera off the table. I held my breath as he slipped the strap over his head, knowing that pushing his chair away would come next.
Except it didn’t.
Ryan leaned forward and met my stare, a hint of a smile lingering on his lips. It matched the spark in his aqua eyes. “I have to work during the day, but if you’re not busy at night, would you like to have another cup of coffee with me?”
Giddiness danced through my nervous system, setting my skin ablaze with excitement. “Actually, yes. I would love that.” I wasn’t sure how I would do it, but I would find a way to meet with him again, to have one more night of anonymity before returning to my reality.
“Good.” He pushed away from the table, so I did the same. “Should we meet on the pier again? And then walk over together like we did tonight?”
I stood when he did, and then grabbed my coat, as if mirroring his every move. “I would love that, Ryan. I have very much enjoyed my evening. I can’t begin to thank you for the normalcy you have offered me.”
“Normalcy?” He appeared confused for a moment, but it quickly vanished as if he had answered his own question. “Oh, you mean… Yeah, I get it. Grief can feel like you’re the main character in a play that no one’s given you a script for.”
I hadn’t been talking about Daniel, but since Ryan had come to that conclusion on his own—and it made sense—I decided to go along with it. “I have never heard it described like that before, but I have to admit, that is exactly how it feels.”
“It’ll get easier, Moira. I promise.” His smile set about a sense of peace within me that I never knew existed. The pain of my brother’s death, the anxiety of returning home, the role that awaited me…all of it gone. Somehow, Ryan’s presence was capable of offering me a reprieve from it all.
We walked outside together, but once the door closed, he went one way, and I went the other. And as I made my way toward my hotel, I thought about Ryan and my purpose for meeting him tonight. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that my brother had sent him to me, if only to give me a brief moment of peace.
I stilled on the corner and looked toward the dark sky. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and imagined Daniel’s face. A smile took over my lips until my cheeks burned and ached, something I hadn’t experienced in a while. But all of that quickly vanished when I heard the harsh sound of heavy footsteps coming closer. And then came the voice I was expecting. “Don’t move!”
Even though I didn’t have to turn around to know it was my security, I did so anyway. Andrew came up from behind while Patrick sprinted toward me from my left. Running from them wasn’t an option—not like I would have anyway. They were there to protect me, and I was sure they were frantic when they realized I had slipped out of my suite.
“What are you doing out here all by yourself?” Andrew held my forearms and searched my face for any sign of distress. “You are a princess, Moira. You can’t roam the streets like a commoner.”
And just like that, the clock struck twelve. My coach turned into a pumpkin, my dress into rags, and my bracelets into the shackles that kept me a prisoner.
I was back to reality.
I’ve always believed that love was hard and when you found it, you held onto it with everything you have.
That wasn’t the case with Ryan.
Loving him was easy, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hold onto him.
Because I wore a crown.
And he was single father raising a child...five thousand miles away.
Excerpt:
“So…what are your plans for your last day in the States?” Ryan set down his mug, and I noticed he had finished his drink.
Peering into my cup, I realized I was almost done with mine as well. And for some reason, the thought of our time being over left me a little sad—which I explained away as disappointment about having to return to real life.
“I don’t really have any plans.” Part of me wanted to see him again—for another opportunity to experience what it would be like if I had a normal life. But the other part of me knew it would be nearly impossible to sneak out twice.
I quickly drank the rest of my coffee and waited for him to make the first move to leave. As long as he remained in his seat, so would I. But a moment later, he grabbed his camera off the table. I held my breath as he slipped the strap over his head, knowing that pushing his chair away would come next.
Except it didn’t.
Ryan leaned forward and met my stare, a hint of a smile lingering on his lips. It matched the spark in his aqua eyes. “I have to work during the day, but if you’re not busy at night, would you like to have another cup of coffee with me?”
Giddiness danced through my nervous system, setting my skin ablaze with excitement. “Actually, yes. I would love that.” I wasn’t sure how I would do it, but I would find a way to meet with him again, to have one more night of anonymity before returning to my reality.
“Good.” He pushed away from the table, so I did the same. “Should we meet on the pier again? And then walk over together like we did tonight?”
I stood when he did, and then grabbed my coat, as if mirroring his every move. “I would love that, Ryan. I have very much enjoyed my evening. I can’t begin to thank you for the normalcy you have offered me.”
“Normalcy?” He appeared confused for a moment, but it quickly vanished as if he had answered his own question. “Oh, you mean… Yeah, I get it. Grief can feel like you’re the main character in a play that no one’s given you a script for.”
I hadn’t been talking about Daniel, but since Ryan had come to that conclusion on his own—and it made sense—I decided to go along with it. “I have never heard it described like that before, but I have to admit, that is exactly how it feels.”
“It’ll get easier, Moira. I promise.” His smile set about a sense of peace within me that I never knew existed. The pain of my brother’s death, the anxiety of returning home, the role that awaited me…all of it gone. Somehow, Ryan’s presence was capable of offering me a reprieve from it all.
We walked outside together, but once the door closed, he went one way, and I went the other. And as I made my way toward my hotel, I thought about Ryan and my purpose for meeting him tonight. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that my brother had sent him to me, if only to give me a brief moment of peace.
I stilled on the corner and looked toward the dark sky. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and imagined Daniel’s face. A smile took over my lips until my cheeks burned and ached, something I hadn’t experienced in a while. But all of that quickly vanished when I heard the harsh sound of heavy footsteps coming closer. And then came the voice I was expecting. “Don’t move!”
Even though I didn’t have to turn around to know it was my security, I did so anyway. Andrew came up from behind while Patrick sprinted toward me from my left. Running from them wasn’t an option—not like I would have anyway. They were there to protect me, and I was sure they were frantic when they realized I had slipped out of my suite.
“What are you doing out here all by yourself?” Andrew held my forearms and searched my face for any sign of distress. “You are a princess, Moira. You can’t roam the streets like a commoner.”
And just like that, the clock struck twelve. My coach turned into a pumpkin, my dress into rags, and my bracelets into the shackles that kept me a prisoner.
I was back to reality.
About the Author:
She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females. The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. And to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.
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