Love Always, Damian by D. Nichole King
(Love Always #2)Published by: Limitless Publishing
Publication date: May 26th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
They say time heals all wounds.
What a load of bull. It’s been four years, and Kate’s voice still echoes in my mind.
Every. Damn. Day.
I numb her memory when it taunts me. In college, I drown her out with booze and easy lays. I can’t do what she asked
I can’t let her go.
Not even when Lia shows up, freaking ripping what’s left of me to shreds. Caring about someone isn’t worth the deadness that follows after they’re gone. I didn’t ask for this. Didn’t ask for her.
And I sure as hell didn’t plan to miss her when she walked out of my front door.
Now, if I want to keep her, I have to straighten myself out and earn her. I can’t screw this up.
Because if I do, I’ll lose more than just Lia.
I’ll lose my life.
Damian
Two
hours later, the booze is leaving my bloodstream, and the pain I
spent all night trying to wash away is returning. Full force, louder
and louder.
Sara,
Sahara, Sharna, whatever her name is, is sound asleep beside me, the
sheet only half covering her partially naked body. Usually I have no
problem convincing myself to use women for my own satisfaction. But
these nights, the ones where the memory of what Kate and I shared
crushes me to the bone, I’m reminded of who I am and how I never
deserved her.
I
work to push it away because Kate’s gone and she’s not coming
back. I’ll never love someone the way I loved her, so it doesn’t
matter who’s in my bed.
If
I’m being honest though, what I feel right now is my own personal
brand of punishment. The hangover that leaves me in shambles and more
pain than when I set out.
This
moment I crave more than the sex.
I
suck in a deep breath, raking both my hands through my hair, and
stare at the ceiling. I’d woken up to the sound of Kate’s voice
in my head, softly reiterating her third wish.
“I
wanna see the sun rise with you every morning for the rest of my
life,”
she’d said.
“That’s
a whole lot of sunrises,”
I told her. “Are
you sure you can put up with me for that long?”
“That
and longer. For always.”
The
ghost of her face appears in front of me, her brown eyes so beautiful
and tender, gazing at me like she’s actually here. The corner of
her mouth pulls up into a grin. I reach out to touch her phantom
cheek, and she closes her eyes to feel me.
“Always
isn’t long enough,” I say into the darkness.
And
then she fades away in the shadows of my memory.
She wrote her first book in junior high and loved every second of it. However, she couldn't bring herself to share her passion with anyone. She packed it away until one day, with the encouragement of her husband, she sat down at the computer and began to type. Now, she can't stop.
When not writing, d. is usually curled up with a book, scrapbooking, or doing yet another load of laundry.
Along with her incredible husband, she lives in small-town Iowa with her four adorable children and their dog, Peaches.
"A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. A man who never reads lives only one." --George R. R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
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