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Thursday, January 29, 2015

Letting go and moving on is easier said than done - Without You by Reylynn Purdue

He slightly tilted his head to the right and gave me a confused smile. Then, he just stood there and gaped at me. I was now seriously doubting the whole honesty-is-always-the-best-policy idea. It sure as hell wasn’t helping me. 
"Ok got to say I loved this book, there was so many characters in it with their only story to tell. That you got glimpses of but never the whole thing." - Goodreads

Release Date: January 29th, 2015

Roxanne Daniels was supposed to be spending her summer getting ready to head off to Julliard. That was the plan. But that was before- Before she found her mother’s lifeless body- Before she walked in on her boyfriend in bed with someone else. Before she knew what heart shattering pain felt like. 

Now all she wants is for the pain to go away. But it never does.

Until him. A complete stranger who could end up being much more.

But letting go and moving on is easier said than done.

"So when I got to the end of the book,thorough all the heart ache, love, second chances, lost love, heart ach and so much more I was on the edge of my seat and still am, I can't wait to read more about this group of people and see what happens with roxy, I especially want to know about the package she gets at the end of the book." - Goodreads



I blinked my eyes as I looked up at the ceiling. Music from downstairs came into my room and woke me up. I looked at my alarm clock. It was twenty after six. I rolled onto my side and opened my nightstand drawer. I retrieved the orange medication bottle and sat up. I dumped out the contents into a small pile on my pastel pink comforter. 

One, two, three, four, five, six… 

I counted the white pills as I put them back into the bottle. 

Seven, eight, nine, ten… 

I wondered if I belonged at one of those meetings for people with addiction problems. 

I imagined myself standing in front of a room of strangers. 

“Hi, I’m Roxanne, and I…” 


“And I’m a…” 

The room I was standing in suddenly got a lot smaller. As I looked out at all the faces staring back at me, my stomach twisted. Those weren’t the faces of complete strangers. Every face now belonged to my mom. 

The word addict stuck in my throat, choking me. 

But I wasn’t an addict. I could stop at any time. 

I beheld my mom’s face. Her beautiful blue eyes that had once  shined with pride for me were now full of disappointment. I hated seeing her looking at me like that. 

“You know me. I didn’t used to be this way. I have a good reason for using your pills. I need them. It’s the only thing that eases the pain.” I was begging for her to understand. 

But her expression of disappointment stayed with me, even as each one of her disappeared. 

The sound of a slamming door downstairs pulled me back to reality. 

I glanced around my room, feeling empty. I shook my head, trying to forget the image of my mom’s face. 

“Full disclosure—my ex-boyfriend, who wrecked my world, is about to walk by. I’m begging you to please pretend to know me.” I knew how pathetic I sounded, but I would kick myself for that later. 

He slightly tilted his head to the right and gave me a confused smile. Then, he just stood there and gaped at me. I was now seriously doubting the whole honesty-is-always-the-best-policy idea. It sure as hell wasn’t helping me. 

“Roxy?” Kevin called out from a few feet away. 

My insides twisted into knots at the sound of Kevin’s voice. 

Please just kill me now. 

I didn’t know what I was thinking. 

Oh, right, I wasn’t. 

I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around the sexy stranger’s neck, and pressed my lips to his. 

Yeah, so this is way more than I asked from him. 

Please don’t push me away. 

I was trying to will this guy not to call me out. Surprise and relief flooded my body as I felt his arms wrap around my waist, and he returned the kiss. His tongue grazed my lips. I parted them, allowing him access. 


People shouldn’t just grab strangers off the street and kiss them, but damn, this guy could kiss. 

About the author:
Born and raised in California, Reylynn Purdue lives with her loving husband and three beautiful kids. A lover of books, she reads like crazy. She has also always enjoyed writing, but one day, she decided to take it to the next level. She started writing her debut novel in 2013. To say she had no clue what she was doing is an understatement. As of today, she still has no clue what she is doing when it comes to publishing a book, but she is learning as she goes. She loves her story and hopes you will as well. She also finds talking about herself in third person to be very strange, and she kind of hates it. 

To find out more about Reylynn, just ask.

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