Excerpt 1: When John snatched up an essay from the top of the shortest pile, he gasped, “Holy shit.” With his focus still fixed on the sheet of paper he held, he spun his chair around. “Here’s something you need to take a look at. Talk about a blast from the past.” “What are you talking about?” He held the paper above his head. “This essay, my friend, mentions a very familiar name. Didn’t you have a thing with Bree Elise?”
Excerpt 2: Lying to herself would be easy. She’d lied about her pain for so long, it had become second nature. But maybe something good would come from her attending the ceremony. After all this time, seeing Sammy again might force her to come to terms with the heartache and ghosts she’d locked away in a tattered guitar case for thirty years. Maybe…
Excerpt 3: When Sammy slid into the seat, he had to contain himself. Years of searching and worrying; gut-wrenching anger and despair; living half a life without her, every day wondering why she’d disappeared. Why she’d left him. Now she was only inches away, close enough to pull her fragrance into his lungs, to breathe her. He inhaled deeply; the musky aroma was subtle, yet powerful. The same intoxicating scent he remembered from long ago. Drawing him in. Making him dizzy, crazy with want.
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