Sebastian: 'Race me for it.' Four simple words. Five desolate years.
Sebastian Kelly believes he isn't worthy of redemption, of a chance to right his wrongs. But an unexpected trip home, the place he dreads most, calls in question everything he's come to believe. And who knows, he may find exactly what he's been waiting for.
Autumn: One broken promise. Two pink lines.
Autumn Norris knew in an instant her life would never be the same. Years have flown by in a flurry of sparkles and dress up, and Autumn has refused to let the anchor of regret pull her under.
Until she lays eyes on Sebastian, and the wave of 'why,' 'where,' and 'how could you' flood her every thought.
Old hurt and new betrayal twist first love into a reluctant partnership, and theirs may be a bond even pigtails and butterfly kisses can't mend. But the past five years have felt like a lifetime, and Seb is willing to wait as long as it takes. Because the truth is, he's always been waiting for Autumn.
Contains mature themes.
Marlo: wild-eyed, untamed, and every single thing I've ever wanted from this life. I wasn't ready for her back then. I was a stupid boy with adult feelings and no idea what to do with them. I squandered away every chance she gave me. Yes, a love like ours either burns white-hot or crumbles under the pressure. And now I'm back to sift through the rubble. Questions and excuses are two things I have in spades. What I need now are answers. Answers and Low. Always Low. My name is Ever Montgomery, and this is my story of love resurrected. Contains mature themes.
I fancy myself a purveyor of truth, a sifter of lies, a cutter of bullshit. It's not a gift, but rather all skill, honed to a razor's edge after one too many trips down the rabbit hole. Some may dismiss my talent as misguided cynicism, but they'd be wrong. Cliches about hope and faith in mankind are an effort to keep the dreamers dreaming. Experiences don't lie-people do. While I'm not proud of the circumstances that led me to this way of thinking, I respect the journey. The road to enlightenment can be dark and foreboding, but the destination makes it all worthwhile. But funny thing about the past-it's a defiant child refusing to stay in time out. No matter how deeply buried, it can always pop up when least expected, and sink its claws into the flesh of your heart. I've avoided this day, ran from it, for the past eight years. And still we meet again. But to truly understand, to feel my dread and fear my future as I do, it's important to know what happened in my past. Or who . . . My name is Marlo Rivers, and this is my story of corrupted love. Contains mature themes.
