When the synopsis says this is not a love story, don’t expect anything else. This is not reverse psychology. Although there is love in the book, it’s not your typical love story.
This book will take you through a lot of ups and downs. Your heart will be ripped out and stomped on. You will be thoroughly frustrated. You will be rooting for the main characters, because they have received the short end of the stick. They are broken people who cane into each other’s lives at just the right time.
“We were both lost in a sea of self-torment and anger, searching frantically for a buoy to hold ourselves up.”
They were as helpful as they were destructive for each other. I don’t want to delve father into this story for fear of giving too much away. It’s not your typical love story, so if you can’t deal or aren’t in the mood for an emotional, journey of two damaged should without your typical HEA don’t read this, but if you are, prepare yourself for a great ride.
Some stories are a fairytale…but this isn’t one.Caelan Gregory’s life fell apart the night he went home and opened the door to find his whole family murdered. Since then, his life has held no meaning. He’s angry. He’s bitter. He’s barely human anymore. There’s nothing left to remind him of the straight A student, and football quarterback he once was…but he wasn’t a good person then, and he’s certainly not a good person now. He’s retreated into a world where all that exists is numbness and his passion for painting.
When Sutton Hale moves into the apartment across the hall from Caelan she’s not prepared for her reaction to him. Something in his broken blue eyes calls to her—after all she’s always had an irrational need to fix everything.
But Caelan doesn’t do relationships or feelings. He does drugs and alcohol. However, he can’t ignore his desire to get to know the raven-haired woman across the hall.
Two broken souls trying to mend one another.
But not everything can be fixed.
In the end, Caelan and Sutton will have to learn that there is beauty in the ashes.
Hi. I’m Micalea. Ma-call-e-uh. Weird name, I know. My mom must’ve known I was going to be odd even in the womb. I’ve written a lot of books. Like a lot. Don’t ask me how many, I don’t remember at this point. I have an unhealthy addiction to Diet Coke but I can’t seem to break the habit. I listen to way too much music and hedgehogs have taken over my life. Crazy is the word that best sums up my life, but it’s the good kind of crazy and I wouldn’t change it for anything.