We made mistakes and betrayed our hearts, and in the end, everything went up in flames.
Walking away from the devastation is not an option. I am at the center of it all.
There are three hearts on the line and only one choice to make.
One heart to keep and one to let go.
Love is like poison, and sometimes it's the only thing that can save us.
Contains mature themes.
I knew falling for him was wrong. I did it anyway, his half smiles and blue eyes pulling me deeper. Blue eyes that made me soar. He wasn't mine to keep, though. And like all good and rare things, it came to an end.
Then he strolls into my life, armed with dimples and gray eyes. Gray eyes that ground me. He smashes through my defenses, stealing what is left of my heart. Now my heart is a war zone, past and present battling for my forever.
They say lightning doesn't strike the same place twice. I call bullshit on that theory.
Contains mature themes.
There are angels and demons at war inside my head.
I had it all figured out: finish high school, attend seminary, and finally answer my calling of becoming a priest. What I hadn't counted in the equation was her.
Grace Miller.
The girl who was always out of my reach. The girl who still makes me lose my breath with just a look.
Little did I know she would become my temptation and vice, and quite possibly, my ruin.
Now I'm standing at a crossroads, and my head is a battlefield. How do I choose sides when it means losing a part of who I am?
Contains mature themes.
