Today is the release day for my latest standalone contemporary romance book When Forever Changes. I am ridiculously excited to finally share this book with you, lol. Gabby, Dylan, and Slater’s story is my most angsty and emotional book yet, and I literally poured my heart and soul into this one. I believe this is my best work to date but I’ll let you be the judge of that! Just make sure to have tissues nearby when reading this one.
Emotional, angsty, new adult romance. Standalone title.
Looking back, I should have seen the signs. Perhaps I did, but I subconsciously chose to ignore them.
From the time I was ten, when I first met Dylan, I knew he was my forever guy. Back then, I couldn’t put words to what I was feeling, but, as the years progressed, I came to recognize it for what it was—soul-deep love. The kind only very few people ever get to experience.
Dylan was more than just my best friend, my childhood sweetheart, my lover. He was my soul mate. We were carved from the same whole—destined to be together forever.
Until he changed.
And I believed I was no longer good enough.
Until he shattered me so completely, it felt like I ceased to exist.
And I’d never experienced such heart-crushing pain.
Until he leveled me a second time, and I truly wanted to die.
But I had to stay strong because I wasn’t alone in this cruel twist of fate.
I look to the sky, pleading with the stars, begging someone to tell me what I should do because I don’t know how to deal with this. I don’t know how to cope when my forever has changed, and I can’t help wondering if I had seen the signs earlier, if I’d pushed him, would it have been enough to save us?
Or had fate already decided to alter our forever?
He mutters under his breath before swinging his SUV into an empty spot outside the club. When he cuts the engine, he turns to face me. Cautiously, he reaches out, cupping my cheek. “And that’s exactly what I’m talking about.” His warm breath oozes over my face, raising goose bumps along my bare arms. “The most beautiful women are those who are completely unaware of the power they possess. Those who don’t fake it or obsess over their looks. Those who just are. Women whose inner beauty outshines what’s on the outside.”
“Like your mom,” I say, conjuring up an image of her gorgeous dark features and remembering her selfless heart. She sacrificed so much for her son, and it was that innate goodness that shone through, overriding her natural beauty.
“Like Mom.” He rubs his thumb across my cheek. “Like you,” he adds, staring at me with glassy eyes. My pulse thuds wildly in my neck as he continues to stare at me, peering deep into my eyes, and something shifts in the space between us. His thumb continues caressing my cheek, and a new layer of butterflies scatters in my chest. The longer he looks at me and the more he touches me, the more conflicted he looks and the more confused I feel.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers after a couple tense minutes. When he moves his face in closer to mine, my heart races a hundred miles an hour as if it’s about to take flight from my chest. My mouth is dry and my panties the complete opposite. “And so inherently good.” His eyes lower to my mouth, and I think I’ve actually stopped breathing.
Is he thinking about kissing me?
And why is that getting me all worked up?