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The house next door holds a horrifying secret… For as long as Claire Anderson can remember, the house next door to hers has been vacant. After the last owners passed away, the house fell into disrepair; practically unlivable conditions. She had even began to grow accustomed to the creepy little house next door. But now the house holds a darkness with who’s living there and the secrets he has… Her new neighbor, David Greer, is attractive, middle-aged, and friendly. At least, that’s what Claire’s mom, Jasmine, thinks, but Claire can’t ignore the bad vibe she gets from him. Maybe it’s because she’s not used to having a neighbor, or maybe it’s because her mom seems to have a thing for him. Then again, it could also be the strange looks he gives her when others aren’t looking. Claire isn’t one hundred percent sure what it is about him that gives her the creeps, but she sure as hell has to find out, and preferably before he gets too close to her and her mother. Can Claire figure out what David is hiding behind the walls of his decrepit new home, or will she fall victim to the darkness within? ★ EXCERPT★ Prologue He readjusted the mask on his face as he walked closer to Holly's shaking body. Her back was pressed flat against the wall and, despite the fact that her hands were tied behind her back; her feet were free of binds. When she saw that he was coming toward her, she began to kick her feet relentlessly; her mouth opened wide but only muffled sound came out. Kneeling down in front of her, a smile stretched across his chapped lips. He held one hand behind his back, a knife gripped tightly in its clutches. He didn't want her to see the knife yet. First, he was going to toy with her. He would be robbing himself of one of his favorite parts of the experience if he didn’t make her squirm first. He liked feeling like he was the one in control of his victim’s future. Because of him, they either lived or died. Some people might call it a God complex, but he called it self-assurance. It was his way of knowing that he mattered, and he knew that Natalie would be proud of him for taking initiative and doing what he loved. Toying with these girls the way he did, fueled his hunger, and made him feel. He was never as happy as he was when he was with his girls. Holly turned her face away when his hand made contact with the skin of her cheek. He sighed as he brushed his fingers gently across the soft skin of her face, trailing down along her jawline to her chin, where he lifted her face to look at him. Her wide, green eyes stared back at him, a tear slipping from the corners before she closed them tight. "You have nothing to fear," he whispered, trying to gain her trust. He removed the gag from her mouth. It was merely a precaution while he was transporting her. Thanks to the country setting he chose this time, they were far from the nearest neighbors. In fact, she was the nearest neighbor, and the only person home was her sleeping little sister, whom she had been babysitting. "I won't hurt you if you cooperate and do what I say." The only response that he received from her was a soft whimper. "Look at me," he demanded. Holly flinched away from the harsh tone of his voice. A fat tear welled up in the corner of her eye and rolled down her pale cheek. Her throat was hoarse from the screaming she did earlier, but she still managed to choke out the word, "No." "Come on now, Holly. This won't be any fun for me unless you play along." "Leave me alone," she spat, enunciating every word while trying to turn her head away from him, but he only tightened his grip on her delicate face. He clicked his tongue at her words. "Now, now. Open your eyes, or I'll cut your eyelids off. That wouldn't be any fun for you, now would it?" She flinched at his words, but to his surprise, her eyes remained shut tight. "Screw you," she growled through clenched teeth. Sighing, he shook his head at the frail girl in front of him. "Either you open your eyes and speak to me, or I'll go back to your house and see if that pretty little sister of yours will. What’s her name? Macy, is it?" Shaking, her eyes stayed closed for a moment, thinking over his words. After about a minute of silence, she opened her eyes, glaring at him. "I will not be a part of your sick game. I know who you are." He tilted his head to the side, staring at her curiously. "You don't say? What is it that you've heard?" Holly's glare deepened. "You murder girls for fun," she spat angrily. "It's like some sick game to you or something. You're a monster," she added; a new found courage, one that he would not allow, overcoming her. Pulling his hand from behind his back, he pointed at himself with the tip of his knife as he asked, "Me? A monster?" Her eyes widened at the sight of the knife, but she nodded nonetheless. He curved his lips upwards into a sinister smile as he brought the knife up to her cheek, dragging it across her skin without actually cutting her. "I'm not going to kill you right now. I just want to play with you. If you do what I say, I might let you live." "You might?" she questioned; her voice shaking as she already knew the answer. He nodded. "Life isn't guaranteed, Holly." At his words, a noticeable shiver went through her. After a second, she whispered, "What happens if I don't do what you say?" Instantly he pushed the knife into her cheek, drawing blood and causing her to scream loudly. The piercing sound of her scream hit his ears like a fire alarm, and he yanked the knife away from her face, bringing the back of his free hand up and smacking her roughly. "Shut up!" He absolutely hated when they screamed. Sometimes it made him want to carve out their vocal cords. Holly's scream became raspy until she coughed a few times and closed her mouth. She bit down on her bottom lip, causing the skin there to turn a bright red. "That's better," he sighed. Lifting his free hand again, he smiled at how she flinched away from him, but this time all he did was reach up and push her golden hair out of her face. She was just so perfect. He got chills just thinking about what happened next. "So, are you ready to have some fun?" Despite what her mind was telling her to say, she nodded her head. Behind her back, her fingers were fumbling with the tight rope that was wrapped around her thin wrists, trying and failing to loosen it. The rope was so tight that the only thing she was accomplishing was rubbing the skin on her wrists raw whenever she moved her hands. "Good." He raised the knife up again, leaning toward her face with a determined glint in his dark eyes. A smile crossed onto his face as he pressed the tip of the knife into the skin of her forehead. His blood boiled and he grit his teeth as she let out a cry of pain, yet even her scream couldn’t take away his excitement as her crimson blood pooled from her wound. "You're number six." ★ ABOUT THE AUTHOR★ Taylor Henderson is a psychology major at the University of Mary Washington who was born and raised in Northern Virginia. She has been an adamant reader and writer since she was young, and has always found solace in the worlds and characters that other authors have brought to life in their works. Taylor plans to continue writing, and hopes to expand to different genres in the future.
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CHECK OUT THIS ARTICLE ON THE HUFFINGTONPOST BLOG! On the way home from running errands in our quaint town, my heart fluttered as I drove down the familiar street. I paused for a second at the stop sign, taking in the sight of my first apartment with my husband. It was a one-bedroom apartment with a “no pets” policy. For the first few months, we didn’t even have internet or cable. Metal folding chairs were our furniture in the early weeks. Trips to the grocery store involved heavy calculations so we didn’t go over our tight budget. Doing laundry required walking outside, around the building, and down a flight of stairs to the dingy basement. We lacked so much. However, when I drive by that apartment, I’m always filled with warmth―and not just from the sweaty memories of the summer of record-temperatures without air-conditioning. Thinking of that first year of marriage, I never think about all of the things we didn’t have. I think of all of the amazing memories and the sheer love we experienced in that first year. There were spontaneous walks to the local coffee shop on a lazy Sunday afternoon. There were game nights where we played Yahtzee until two in the morning by our single lamp in the cramped dining room. There were spontaneous kisses, simple bouquets of flowers picked from the garden. There were evenings sipping hot chocolate and watching the first snow out our front window. There was the daily feeding of our “pet squirrel” we named Jerry. There were first Christmas parties, first surprise birthdays where we jammed our family into every inch of the apartment. There were daily laughs, tons of milestones, tons of firsts in that apartment. Five years later, and we’re still together, still making memories. We’ve got a house of our own now and two extra bedrooms. We’ve got a yard, a grill, and a house full of pets. We’ve figured out our budgeting. We have cable, internet, and several televisions. We have so much more furniture and really, so much more of everything now. Things are good... but I’d be lying if I said that newlywed euphoria was still present in our marriage. Gone are the days of random wildflower bouquets. Kisses aren’t as frequent, and simple things like playing Yahtzee aren’t as exciting as the newest show on Netflix. Still, our love has matured and deepened. It’s not as fluttery and magical as the first year, but it’s stronger in many ways. We’ve grown, and so has our love. We’ve weathered tough storms and scary moments. Our connection has moved past the firsts into a region of reliability and steadfastness. That’s not a bad thing. Some days, however, I wish I could go back to that first simple year. It certainly wasn’t perfect. There were days of scathing remarks and vicious fights. There were moments we had no clue what we were doing. Looking back, though, the moments of togetherness, of excitement, of love, shine brighter than the bad ones. Our society often views newlyweds with criticism and condescension. We like to remind them that “tough times are coming” or refer to them as clueless. We scoff at their belief that passion and romance will last forever. We scowl when we see them drowning each other in sweet looks and tender touches in public. I think, though, we should be sending them a different message. So I say to the newlyweds: Bask in every glorious moment of the first year.
However, down the road, the memories you make as newlyweds will be the moments you flash back to. They’ll be the moments you smile about on rough days together. They’ll be the foundation for your life together, the moments that remind you of why you’re better with each other. They will be the moments that make you smile as you drive past your first place together. More importantly, they will be the moments that remind you why,wherever you are in life, your significant other is truly where home is.
Wild Abandon by Jeannine Colette
My rating: 5 of 5 stars "Love is like wine. You can't add sugar and mask the flavor, pretending it's something it's not. Love is like that. When you meet the right person, you'll know. And you won't be able to let it go." Wild Abandon by Jeannine Colette is about identity, love, and life's hardships. This book's plot is fabulous. It kept me wanting to read on and on the entire book. I love that romance isn't the only theme of the book; there are so many facets to Crystal's story. The setting is also purely magical, and the characters are really enjoyable. Jeannine's strength as a writer is her ability to create characters we can relate to. First person narration helps, but it is Jeannine's ability to tap into the emotions of a character that makes her stand out as a writer. As a reader, you will laugh with Crystal, cry with her, and get frustrated with her. The secondary characters are just as well developed, a true sign of writing talent. Jeannine's writing style is also noteworthy. She has a perfect balance of flowery, poetic descriptions and in-your-face, blunt sentences. Her writing style is easy to read but something you want to languish in because it is just so beautiful! I love, too, that Jeannine isn't afraid to tackle tough issues. This is not your typical romance where everything is perfect, where love happens at first sight, and where fairy dust makes everything okay. She digs into the raw, gritty emotions of love. She digs into the hard times, the character flaws, and events that make this book so reflective and true to real life. Her romances feel genuine as a result, and the couples she writes about are couples you will remember. I love Nate and Crystal together. I love that they're imperfect but somehow perfect together, too. I've also read Pure Abandon and Reckless Abandon. I adore that Jeannine has similar threads and characters running through the three books, but all three feel so different from each other. Her books are, quite simply, pure magic. Do yourself a favor and grab all three in the Abandon collection. View all my reviews Check this article out on the Huffington Post!My husband is a burly, bearded gamer. I am a short, pale bookworm.
We are, in many ways, the definition of opposites attract. My husband loves any kind of game, really. He plays Warhammer—a tabletop game—video games, computer games. He logged more hours on Fallout 4 than I think is even healthy. Every night, while I’m reading, writing or cooking dinner, his go-to activity is plopping in front of some kind of game and escaping to a new world. I fill our home with quote pictures, books, makeup, and throw pillows. He fills our home with miniature models, video game systems, Loot Crates, and headsets. We are 28, still young enough to be adventurous, to be social. But we aren’t, and we don’t. Most nights, the call of the gamer speaks to my husband, and he must answer it. Don’t feel too sorry for me, though. It’s not like this came out of nowhere. It’s not like I married a hiking enthusiast only to be blindsided by a secret gaming addiction. I entered into this relationship knowing this was who he was. You may ask: Why would I willingly subject myself to this? Why am I okay with the fact my 28-year-old husband probably games more than a teenager? Oh, I’ve done my share of complaining. I’ve whined about his childish hobby, especially when he tries to use it to get out of mowing the lawn. I’ve scolded him about how much money he’s dumped into make-believe. I’ve rolled my eyes when I’ve heard so many stories about PewDiePie I feel like the guy is family even though I’ve never watched a single video. Looking at it now, though, 5 years into marriage, I’ve realized, like many things, there are silver linings to marrying a gamer. 1. I know where he is on Friday. I know so many women who have to worry, to wonder where their man is. Is he going to the bar to find a new woman? Can he really be trusted with his friends on a wild night to Vegas? None of these things have ever crossed my mind. If Chad isn’t at home in front of his game, he’s out with his friends. Where is out with his friends? Gatehouse Games, our local tabletop gaming store. Here, you can find camaraderie, a soda machine, lots of talk about things I don’t understand, and some loud rock music. What won’t you find? Wild times, crazy girls clawing at your man, alcohol, or bad decisions—other than maybe too much money spent on a new army. Other Fridays, if Chad’s out with his friends… he’s in our gaming room. Playing games. Right down the hall. I’ve found that, for the most part, a gaming man doesn’t stray too far from his games, from his gamer friends, from his life of imagination. A night at the bar? Please. My husband would rather spend a night exploring magical lands of dragons and zombies. 2. I get lots of reading and TV time.Yes, my husband spends a lot of time on his video games. Yes, he spends a lot of time pushing buttons on a controller. But you know what? It’s okay. Because it gives me tons of time to do what I love: reading and watching Netflix. I don’t have to fight with my husband because a sporting event is coming on he wants to watch. If I need to feed my OITNB addiction, he goes on his computer, no questions asked. If I want to read and have some “me” time, he puts a headset on. Don’t get me wrong. We still make time for each other. Every Thursday night is movie night, where we put phones, games, and books aside. Every Saturday, we go out to dinner or cook dinner at home together. Each night, we take time talk and walk our mastiff Henry. We make time for each other. But we don’t only spend time together. We also give each other time apart. His gaming hobby leads to plenty of guilt-free time to pursue what I love. And he doesn’t insist I try to love his hobby because he can do his hobby while sitting right beside me. 3. He has a good imagination.I’ve lived thousands of lives through the pages of my books. I’ve been to other countries, to worlds that don’t exist. So has my husband. We both like to explore other worlds—just through different mediums of choice. His gaming has incited a creativity in him, something certainly helpful for a writer like me. We’ve had so many conversations that start with “what if.” We have imaginative discussions, mostly thanks to his imagination incited by gaming. As a writer, I’ve had so many times where I’m doubting a story line or wondering where to go. Chad’s penchant for storytelling that surfaced from his love of games always helps talk me out of a writing hole. It’s nice to be married to a man who doesn’t think anything is impossible, who can think creatively. 4. My husband has goals.Okay, so his goal may be to 100% a game. But he has goals and perseverance. He knows what it’s like to work hard for something you want. Are the achievements he seeks on his Xbox always rational? No, especially in my eyes. However, it’s good to see someone with persistence, with a go-get-it attitude. This translates into a marriage where he doesn’t quit when things get tough. He knows overcoming tough levels takes work, and he doesn’t throw in the towel or the controller when things seem impossible. 5. Gamers will teach you to do what you enjoy.There is still stigma surrounding the gaming world. So many look at my husband and think he’s childish, lazy, or just plain nerdy. Other guys tease him for not spending his time working on his truck or going hunting. Gaming is synonymous with a lack of manliness, at least to some. But Chad doesn’t care. He games because it’s what he loves. He’s taught me it’s good to have a hobby you enjoy, no matter what others think. He follows this concept in all areas of his life. Recently, we were at the beach. When people were looking at a hurricane simulator in the arcade but feeling too adult to try it out, Chad jumped right it. Did people stare? Yes. Did people think he was childish? Absolutely. But it was something he wanted to do, so he didn’t worry about what everyone thought. He just did it. Chad’s gaming has taught me not to worry about social stigma. Follow your passions and do what makes you happy. So Marry a Gamer Some may say gamers are geeky and obsessed and sedentary. Some of this may be accurate But he’s my gamer. And even though I don’t know what “For the Horde” means, even though the only game I’ve ever successfully played is Goat Simulator, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Title: Tangled Up In You
Author: A.L. Vincent Release Date: October 27, 2015 Publisher: Limitless Publishing Purchase links: Available in Kindle Unlimited Amazon US (eBook) - http://amzn.to/1Lw9AmN PAPERBACK - http://amzn.to/1M0rxdz Excerpt Emily walked down the beach, away from Eddie, away from the disgusting things he said, away from the image of her sauce, red and ruined on the ground. She still shook with fury. Throwing the ring at him had not been enough. She wished she could’ve ground the ring into the ground and sprinkled him with the dust, like ashes. Heart pounding and chest heaving, she stared out at the water. She turned when she heard footsteps approaching. She turned and faced the water again when she saw it was Noah. “Emily?” His voice was soft. “He’s gone.” She turned then. “How could he do this, Noah?” “I don’t know.” She said, “I’m entering that contest in New Orleans, and I’m getting the hell on with my life. I will figure out a way to open my own catering company. This is my time.” “It’s about damn time,” he said finally. She reached up, put her hands on each side of his face, and planted a kiss firmly on his lips. She grinned as his eyes widened in shock. “Let’s go get a drink. I think I want to celebrate.” “Hold on just one second,” he said. “What?” He smiled at her, then took his fingers and rubbed something off her face. Emily looked to see the remnants of the spaghetti sauce on his fingers. “Oh my God! I had sauce all over my face? I probably looked like a raging lunatic!” Noah stopped and kissed her on the lips. “You looked beautiful, Emily. Absolutely beautiful.” About the author: A.L. Vincent is a teacher/writer who lives in the heart of Cajun Country. Born in Oklahoma, A.L. became fascinated with South Louisiana after reading Interview With the Vampire. Finally, she became a Cajun transplant in 2001. When not getting lost in a story line, A.L. can be found cooking or enjoying live local music. A.L. has one son, and a furball of a dog aptly named Furby. Limitless Publishing: http://www.limitlesspublishing.net/authors/al-vincent/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ALVincentAuthor/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/soonergirl1975 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/12945977-a-l-vincent RENEGADE is coming to a town near you!
Brooklyn Adler has the life she’s planned for. Job, house, boyfriend – in that order. It’s a boring, routine life were there are no surprises and nothing is spontaneous. It’s safe, it’s mundane and she’s fine with that. Crosby Fitzgerald, better known as Fitz from the band Renegade, has a life he never planned for. Popularity, women and success – not always in that order. Everything he does is spontaneous and exciting, because life is worth living to the fullest. A chance meeting with Brooklyn and Fitz begins to alter both of their worlds – ensuring neither will ever be the same. #FitzForever #NextBookBoyfriend Renegade by Heather Dahlgren TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30807521-renegade… When my husband first said we should see Tarzan, all I pictured was a weird monkey-like man swinging in the trees with that godawful yell. I said no.
Then I saw the trailer... and realized Alexander Skarsgard was Tarzan. I quickly amended my response. A fan of Tru Blood, I am also a fan of Alexander Skarsgard (and his crystal blue eyes and lovely rock-hard abs). That man could star in a movie about the DMV and I would go see it. Alexander's good looks aside--or not--this movie was amazing! As an avid romance movie lover, I was pleasantly surprised by the beauty of the love story in this movie. Jane and Tarzan's love was portrayed in such an "awe" worthy way. Their connection, their relationship, and the lengths Tarzan was willing to go to in order to save the woman he loved--beautiful. The love story was actually a central focus to the movie, which made me happy. Alexander was also a perfect choice for Tarzan because of his brooding, serious nature in his works. His portrayal of Tarzan matched his portrayal of Eric Northman. He was serious, mysterious, brooding, and a bit intimidating. However, both characters have a serious soft spot for the women they love. Alexander does such a good job at playing the stoic man with a big heart. I also loved the use of flashbacks. It kept the story on the conflict the directors focused on. This movie didn't just go over the Tarzan legend we all know; it seriously expanded upon the typical Tarzan focus, using flashbacks to fill in the gaps. The overall plot was exciting, and the fighting scenes kept my husband interested in the movie as well. We saw it in 3D, which was just gorgeous. The landscapes, the action scenes, Alexander's abs in 3D... it was perfect ;) In all seriousness, both my husband and I gave this a ten out of ten stars. It is truly the perfect couple's movie because it appeals to both genders. The directors did an amazing job at taking a legend we all know and making it something we can all love. Did you see The Legend of Tarzan? What did you think? Strength. It’s a word used loosely in our society. We use it to describe everything from bodybuilders to the condition of our hair to paper towels. For me, though, when I think of the word strength, I think of you, Elie Wiesel. Your story epitomizes the strength of the human spirit, and that’s what always comes to mind when I hear your name. You survived the horror of all horrors—Auschwitz, the Nazis, the loss of loved ones, disease, torture, and loss of dignity. You didn’t choose to survive this; you’ve said many times you weren’t a hero, weren’t even the likeliest to survive something like this. But you did, and that’s what shows us we are capable of so much more than we could ever know. In a world where sometimes an “awful day” equates to a lost cell phone, we struggle to imagine the terrors you saw. In a world where Holocaust deniers cry out, where technology and culture tell us to move on to the next best thing and to forget the past, you stop us in our tracks. Because your strength isn’t just about your survival of the impossible—it’s about your ability to share your story, every horrifying detail, with the world. Writing Night certainly couldn’t have been easy, not after all of your years of silence. Writing is an emotional job, and you revisited feelings that threatened to rip you apart at the core. But you did it anyway because you knew someone needed to tell the truth. The world was better for it. I’ve had the honor of teaching Night several times to teenagers. I’ve seen the terror in their eyes when they read about the babies in the fire, but I’ve also seen something else—a new kind of fire. A fire to change the world. A fire to combat injustice, to carry on the torch so other generations don’t forget. A fire of passion to do something meaningful. A fire of strength that they can overcome anything. See, the thing that’s so admirable about you, Elie Wiesel, isn’t just that you showcase the strength of the human spirit or that you survived. It’s that you were able to go on from the tragedy and impact so many in such a positive way. You took crimes of hate and used them to spread messages of love and redemption for humanity. You poured yourself into making this world a better place, of reminding us life is about helping others. Life is about standing witness, something so many didn’t do for you. I didn’t know you personally. I’m just a small town teacher who has taught your memoir and watched some of your speeches. When I heard the news of your passing, though, it struck me at the core. The world lost a man who possessed the strength to speak out for what is right. That’s a loss we will feel for years to come. But, as you’ve taught us, when tragedy strikes, our duty is not to sit and get angry or focus on self-pity. Our job is to tread dutifully and confidently on with the sole purpose of making a change. Because in a dark world full of hate, your words, your lessons have given us the strength to face it, to change it, and to love it. We will go on without you, not because we want to, but because you’ve reminded us we are capable of so much more than we know.We will never forget, Elie Wiesel. We will never forget the tragedy that occurs when human dignity is lost. We will never forget the danger of thinking a nation is incapable of atrocity. We will never forget what happens when we become indifferent. We will never forget your words, your stories. We will never forget we are capable of so much more than we could ever think. Please check out this article on the Huffington Post and give me a comment to get the conversation going :)
What happens when good girl Ruby meets lonesome, trouble maker Adam? Fireworks, of course. What started out as an innocent friendship quickly turned into the love of a lifetime. His growing rap sheet didn't scare her away like her mother, the judge, hoped it would. Soon the line between true love and selfishness is blurred. Ruby had an ulterior motive for dating Adam, but did he have one for being with her?
Ruby finds out she's pregnant the day that Adam takes a gun into his high school. Instead of staring at the tv waiting for news, she sneaks into the school determined to get answers. Adam's suicide attempt failed when Ruby reached him just in time. Now, ten years later Adam and Ruby come face to face again at his parole hearing. Will she be able to get the answers she desperately needs for their daughter? Or will the families of his twelve victims get their own version of justice? The question everyone asks after a tragedy is "why?" If You Say So brings light to the issue and how medication plays a part in these events. The story expands past the mental illness defense and touches on how the medicine for these illnesses are not always the right choice. Available for purchase on these sites: Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01G5NTVB4 Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/if-you-say-so-1 My sites: Blog: https://stephanieelizabethblog.wordpress.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/stephanie.allen.75436531 I'm so excited to announce my fifth novel, To Say Goodbye, will be releasing with Hot Tree Publishing on September 24th.
This contemporary romance is really special to me because it covers a topic many women struggle with. It's a little heavier than my past few works, but it covers the idea that love is sometimes uncontrollable. I think you're going to connect with Jackson and Sophia. I hope their love story makes you rethink your preconceived notions about love and time. Please add To Say Goodbye to your reading list on Goodreads. Feisty Sophia never shies away from life. Playful, romantic, connected—her marriage was the thing of fairy tales. But when tragedy strikes, Sophia is left to pick up the pieces of her life. After leaving the army, Jackson is ready to start afresh. But when he returns home, his life spirals out of control.As Sophia and Jackson find themselves in each other, they start to see redemption is possible. Trying to piece together a new life, they must answer the question: Should they forge a life together and say goodbye to their pasts completely, or should they loyally go their separate ways to avoid heartache? |
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