Series: Fleurs d’amour #4
Sometimes a book really surprises me, in a good way, and this was one. Wyatt and Flynn were high school sweethearts who married at 18 and were blissfully happy. When tragedy struck, though, they imploded. Flynn moved to LA to pursue his music career and Wyatt moved to New York. Now ten years later they meet again, brought together by a friend who thinks it’s time they talk things out and get closure so they both can heal.
This was a beautiful book. Flynn and Wyatt are both so in love with each other and yet so wounded by the hole left in their family that they hurt each other trying to save each other. But the ways they stand together are stunning. When a vindictive, delusional gossip blogger tries to destroy their very foundation, the resolution made me want to stand up and applaud. The friendships between Wyatt and her three friends were touching, too. And Cassidy and Flynn’s give and take banter made me laugh out loud.
This is a superb, emotional second chance story that will stick in your mind long after you finish reading.
I never thought I would hear again.
my eyes as she makes her way across the diner, falling into a booth with a
chatty pink-haired girl who hasn’t stopped talking since they entered.
reacquainting myself with all of her little quirks. The way she can’t keep her
hands still, constantly touching, gesturing, grasping. The shake of her head
and roll of her eyes when she is amused. All of her little mannerisms that I
never thought I’d get to see again. I watch it all, captivated, memorizing this
new version of the girl I loved.
alone. For a moment where my presence wouldn’t throw her carefully constructed
world into a tailspin. But it would be a lie. Because being in the same room as
her, without being able to touch her was just too damn hard.
trying to convey the confidence that seems to have deserted me, right when I
need it the most.
see Wyatt’s back straighten as though a jolt of electricity has shocked her,
and I see her wary eyes search the room.
all-consuming, but when she looks up and her gaze meets mine, a sense of home
try to read her reaction, but it’s a shock to realize that I am no longer
fluent in Wyatt Monroe.
who apparently is a feisty one. “Can we help you?”
she doesn’t, simply continuing to look at me with an expression that screams
confusion, I step up.
I get a few more seconds to admire Wyatt before I’m shut down, ruthlessly.
thought. “Usually I’d say that sounds like a grand idea, but it doesn’t look
like she wants to talk to some random stranger who approaches us creepily in a
diner. Mmm ’kay? Run along now.” Her lips form a hard line and I get the sense
she’s going to be tough to win over, which causes me to shake my head and give
her my trademark smirk.
hear this a lot, but I couldn’t give two flying fucks. Buh bye.” She waves me
off like I’m an inconsequential bug, and my smirk grows to a full-blown grin.
language I’m sure she understands. “I was going to say I’m her—”
released her debut novella in 2017.A self confessed bookworm, her love affair with the written word began as a
child, with The Magic Faraway Tree. Her tastes have grown and evolved
over the years, and after stumbling into the indie community a few years ago,
she discovered her passion for romance with a side of smut.
When not reading or writing Amali enjoys baking, yoga, cheesy pop music &
netflix marathons; and believes strongly that pink, puppies and chocolate make
the world a better place!