on July 3, 2014
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Revenge is best served cold, but their passion burns as hot as ever.
Home for her sister's funeral, Samantha knows the truth: for all intents, her sister died three years ago on the night of her senior prom and Julian Ashburn--her sister's husband and Samantha's former lover--is to blame.
He took her virginity, and he took her sister. Will he at least let her escape with her heart?
(Please note – Begin With Goodbye was previous released as a serial under the pseudonym Lilly Wright. It has been edited and reformatted as a complete novel.)
His arm encircles me in a vice-like grip, and I have no choice but to become still, achingly aware of the way we’re pressed together. My insides clap, painfully excited, while my head screams in irritation. “Samantha. Hold still,” he murmurs in my ear. “I don’t want this to hurt.”
But it does hurt. Because with remembering, pain always comes. To acknowledge that I once loved him means to acknowledge that he betrayed me.
There’s so much care in his voice, it infuriates me. Because it has to be insincere. I fell for his bullshit once before. Through a year of secretly dating, we waited—wanting it to be special, because he said I deserved special. We kissed, we touched, we petted. But we waited. And that one magical night destroyed the person who meant more to me than any other. Mercifully, he frees my arms and I back away, covering myself with my dress. “Have you ever heard of knocking?” I ask heatedly.
Julian’s gaze is heated too, but with a different type of heat. The same type that’s swirling in the depths of my belly, already agonizing at the absence of him against me. I can’t do this. The emotional toll of the day has lowered my defenses, and he’s walking right through the hole in my armor. But I can’t be vulnerable to him.
Hating him is the only way I can hate myself a little less.
The truth is, I’m just a slightly scatterbrained hopeless romantic who loves to get lost in a good book. I grew up in a tiny, tiny town, I married my highschool sweetheart and I am incapable of turning away a stray animal. My kids think I’m boring, my husband thinks I have no sense of humor, and I know they are both right. Fortunately, I can escape to fictional lives with fascinating people and if you read my books, you can too.