"What can I say except this is Alexandra Silva’s best book yet. While reading SLY I was constantly in a bubble filled with love and I can’t think of a better place to be when reading. I’m not ready to let these characters go. Hopefully there’s more to come. In the meantime I’ll bask in this awesome hangover." Malene, Goodreads
Published: January 31st, 2019
Dorian Anson is my friend. She's the only person who's ever questioned my smiles. My jokes. The one liners that have our friends shaking their heads at me.
I've lived my life on those smiles. They never failed me, until her.
I wasn't counting on her when I designed my front. I never imagined the possibility of someone like her coming into my life.
The wild hair, the kind smile and those eyes that see everything.
She was the girl with the beautiful soul, pretty face and whole heart. But hearts aren't made to stay whole.
I watched hers break. I watched her tears fall. I watched as her world tilted on its axis and shattered at her feet.
She sees me, all parts of me—the truths I try to hide, the secrets I bury. What's mine and what's not.
She sees it all, and I can only hope the truth isn't too much. That she won't walk away.
That she won't leave me...alone.
We both have a past. We have ghosts. We have fears.
I'm hoping that somehow in the end, we'll have each other too.
I've never needed anyone before her, and I know I'll never want anyone else after her.
There is no one like her.
My pretty girl.
“Google it? That’s your plan?” She marked me with a glare that wasn’t half as playful as the one she usually gave me.
“That’s the plan, pretty girl, once you’ve told me what’s wrong.” I sat her back down on one of the stools and pushed the flute of wine away. “Before you try to tell me it’s nothing, I can tell something’s up.”
“I’m tired and grouchy.” She sighed gruffly as she reached for her drink, her jaw clenching as I took it from her and put it far enough away that she couldn’t get to it.
“You need to take a break, baby. You’re running yourself into the ground.”
“I’m fine, I’m just trying to get this case done. But there’s something that I’m not seeing and it’s bugging the crap out of me.”
“What do you mean?”
“My brother is a neurosurgeon, my best friend is a cardiothoracic surgeon, you’re a plastic surgeon…do you know what you all have in common?”
“We’re fucking amazing?”
“Apart from that.” She rolled her eyes as I sat down on the stool next to her and reached for her glass. I took a small sip before I handed it to her. “None of you have a clean slate. All of you have had something go wrong.”
She looked at me apologetically, like she was picking at a healing scab.
“It’s impossible to have a clean record when it comes to surgery.”
“Exactly, that’s why I was up at crazy o’clock this morning going through my paperwork, trying to figure out what I’m missing.”
“You need to rest, Dorian.”
“I can’t, it’s not that easy…my brain won’t switch off.
“I get that, but you can’t run on empty.”
“I won’t lose this case, it’s my record. My career. It’s a permanent mark…”
I got that she was driven. I got that she had ambitions. I did. But, my worry wasn’t about her career, I knew that she would manage to wipe the floor with whoever came at her. My worry was for her wellbeing. Her health was far more important than another notch on her wins tally.
“What am I missing, Jake?” she gritted as she finished her drink.
“I don’t know, Dorian, but at some point, you’re going to have to decide if it’s worth risking your sanity and wellbeing...Daniel needs you.” I cringed inside, I knew that was below the belt.
“That’s not fair.” She pushed up from her seat and wandered over to the sink. She washed her hands like they were covered in sticky, invisible dirt. Scrubbing until her skin was red and raw. “Everything I do is for my son. Everything.”
“I get that you’ve worked hard to get to where you are. I admire how dedicated you are to getting to the top. I love that about you. I love that you push and keep pushing until things go your way and you get to where you need to be.”
“But?” She spun towards me, her hands tightening around the edge of the sink on either side of her. Her knuckles so white that they were a stark contrast to the dark granite.
“But there are times when we need to pull back, so we can press on another day.” I stood from the stool I was sat on and ambled to her. Her body strained flush to mine as she looked up at me with resignation in her eyes. I fucking hated having to be the one to push for her to slow down, but on this particular occasion, it was the best thing for her.
“I’m so close to getting where I want to be, Jake. So close I swear my fingertips can graze my goal.” She sighed, her breath pushing out of her raggedly as I anchored my hands on either side of hers. Her heaving chest pressed into mine.
“Pretty girl, you are an incredible force to be reckoned with, and anyone who thinks otherwise…they just have no idea. This is one wave, there’s a whole sea of them you can ride. Don’t let this be the one that drowns you. It’s not worth it, nothing is worth more than you are.”
Her eyes flitted from mine to my lips, the corner of her mouth quirked up as her tongue swept over her pout.
“Take a break, look after yourself. Please.” Her eyes rounded as I cupped her face.
“You’re not playing fair.”
“I will never play fair when it comes to you and Daniel. There is no line I won’t cross when it comes to keeping what’s mine safe.”
“We’re not your property.”
“Property?” I laughed at the way she thought I saw her and Daniel as belongings. She was fucking clueless even with the way her eyes drew on mine and her pout pinched. “It’s fucking biology, Dorian. You and Daniel are a part of my biology, my anatomy. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my heart intact.”
About the author:
Alexandra Silva is a lover of words and romance. She blames the classics and a nutty English teacher for her obsession with books and fiction. Come rain or shine with either coffee or wine in hand you can find her with her nose stuck in a book and her head in the clouds. She lives in London outnumbered by her very loud boys, with her very own hero and their two wild cats--Jack and Jill.