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“I don't know if it’s fate, coincidence, or my curse, but I'm still breathing, and my breaths are for you.”
Mags McManus is far from a normal woman in her mid twenties. Being a war widow, a business professional, and a brokenhearted train wreck only skims the surface of the layers of who Margret McManus truly is. Waking up in a hospital bed, alone and confused, Mags once again has to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. With her best friends by her side, Mags slowly starts to learn the answers she so desperately longs for. But is everything going to continue to spiral out of control? Or is there a light at the end of this dark, twisting tunnel where all the broken pieces can finally fall back together?
Mags McManus has just become a war widow in her mid-twenties. Her late husband, Randy, left for the Army right after their wedding. Instead of celebrating his homecoming and living in marital bliss with her soulmate, Mags finds herself living in constant agony. Dealing with the guilt of still living without Randy, are Randy's best friends and parents.
Rising from the ashes of this tragedy, Mags starts to learn how to love and trust again, finally being able to find happiness. But sometimes things really are too good to be true and again Mags learns how cruel the world can be as she crashes back down.
EXCERPT
I took fistfuls of his black, long-sleeved, cotton shirt, pulling him as close as I could get him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to kiss as passionately and roughly as I ever had. I was hungry to taste him again, to feel him again, to simply love him again.
Right then, everything melted away—the fact that we were in the middle of nowhere in a gas station, that I was supposed to hate his guts, that he had a Hyde side of him that was evil and tortured. In that moment, we were simply us—desperately and madly us.
Walker slowly shoved my jacket from my shoulders and tossed it on the metal chair next to us. Panting and gripping the hem of my shirt, he pulled away to look in my eyes. “Mags? Are you sure about this.”
I kissed him softly on the cheek. “Let’s just not think for little. Please.”
He nodded and pulled my hips hard into his, letting me feel how ready his body was for me. I pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing all the gorgeous artwork that covered his chest, shoulders, and arms. I traced my finger tips from the start of his wrist, following the flow of the inked lines until my fingers were stroking his rigid abs just over his belt buckle. Walker’s breathing was heavy as he watched me take in the manly beauty before me. Slowly, I started to kiss from his collarbone to his jaw, finally finding his soft, desperate lips.
A portion of all royalties from Kristen's Crashing Series are donated by the author to The Marcie Mazzola Foundation.
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