Fated to be Yours
Hearts are fragile, and mine’s been shattered before…
I have always thought of love in the abstract, never something to come true. My past has shown me time after time that those who are supposed to love you will only lead you to disappointment. Destiny, fate, chance…those are things that I have never believed in.
A chance encounter with a distinct pair of blue eyes and a heart-melting smile challenges my knowledge of life and love.
Because there’s something about this stranger that has me believing in the possibility of more…
Fated to be Mine
I’ve made a mistake… Can we find our way back?
They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, of that time heals all wounds. What they don’t tell you is that it doesn’t lessen the pain. I don’t think those people have experienced a loss like this.
I left my heart in London, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get it back.
But fate has a plan of her own. She keeps me guessing and hoping that not everything is as it seems.
Hearts can be shattered but can also be put back together. Especially when love doesn’t give up on you, even if you think it has.
Lessons of the Heart
The first time we met, James Dumont knocked me off my feet.
He's sexy and smart, the classic good guy.... Exactly what I want, and everything I've ever dreamed of. The most perfect guy at Somerset High School.
He even makes sixth-period Geography interesting.
Everyone says high school is tough. Fighting my attraction to James? That's the hardest part, because this guy, my perfect match, the one who makes my heart overrule my head...
He's my teacher.
What if the greatest lesson you could learn in school couldn't be found in a book?
Serenading the Shadows
There's nothing, not anymore.
No perfect life.
No clear path.
I didn't want the life my parents mapped out for me. Being the piano prodigy was never my goal. It was theirs.
I craved normalcy, a life of my own.
I should have been careful what I wished for because one second, one moment of anger was all it took to rip away everything that mattered.
Now I'm left with nothing but regret.
He thinks he can save me, but the shadows that surround always pull me back, reminding me of what I'd done, of what I'd wanted.
He's a rock god. I'm a nothing.
And I refuse to take him down with me.
Notes of the Past
I love women, but never for more than one night.
That's the rule I live by now. No more messy emotions. Just in and out. Sure, some may think that makes me an asshole, but they know the game when they crawl into my bed. It's never about love.
Been there, done that. No thanks.
With the band racing up the charts and a different woman warming my bed every night, I'm completely satisfied.
Or I thought I was.
One glimpse into the crowd, one familiar face...that's all it takes and I'm a goner all over again. We're connected through the notes of our past, but I don't know if it's enough this time around.
I Don't Regret You
We all have them.
Like the Aqua Net hairstyles back in the 80's, the 90's grunge fad, or the person you lost your virginity to as a teen because you were "totally in love".
I have a few of my own. Specifically, marrying my rebound guy but staying married because I was too weak to fight for my own happiness.
He took me down and kept me there for far too long.
I'm done. Done living with regrets and done not pursuing what makes me happy.
Then you came along and showed me that I was worth more than who I had become.
You are not my regret.
Falling in love with your best friend's little sister is never a good idea. Getting caught kissing her, that's even worse.
I watched Lizzie Donovan grow up - from pigtails and scraped knees to pouty lips and lush curves.
It wasn't until one night nine years ago in the front seat of her car, with her lips on mine, that I realized what I was feeling was far more than friendship.
Of course, I felt her brother's wicked left hook shortly after.
One promise was all it took to push her away.
This is my chance.
I have three months to convince her that she's the song in my heart and we're more than just forbidden lyrics.