"From bestselling author Kandi Steiner comes a beautiful small town romance about healing and forgiveness . . .
Wren Ballard is trying to find herself.
She never expected to be divorced at twenty-seven, but now that the court date has passed, it's official. The paperwork is final. Her feelings on it aren't.
Spending the summer in a small mountain town outside Seattle is exactly what she needs. The peaceful scenery is a given, the cat with the croaky meow is a surprise, but the real kicker? A broody neighbor with nice arms, a strange reputation, and absolutely no interest in her.
Anderson Black is perfectly fine being lost.
He doesn't care about the town's new resident—he's too busy fighting his own demons. But when he's brought face to face with Wren, he can see her still-fresh wounds from a mile away. What he doesn't see coming is his need to know who put them there—or his desperation to mend them.
Sometimes getting lost is the way to find yourself. Sometimes healing only adds a new scar. And sometimes the last place you expected to be is exactly where you find home."
"*Ein ergreifender und internationaler Bestseller über zwei Liebende, die gegen den Fluch des schlechten Timings kämpfen.*
Jamie macht süchtiger, als es Whiskey jemals könnte. Und jetzt stand er auf meiner Türschwelle, genau wie ein Jahr zuvor. Nur gab es diesmal keinen Regen, keine Wut, keine Hochzeitseinladung - es gab nur uns. Aber wir können hier nicht anfangen. Nein, um die Geschichte von Jamie und mir richtig zu erzählen, müssen wir zurückgehen. Zurück zum Anfang. Zurück zum allerersten gemeinsamen Tropfen. Zum allerersten Zusammenprall. Dies ist meine Liebeserklärung an Whiskey. Ich hoffe, er liest sie. Ich hoffe, Jamie liest sie.
Die Autorin Brittainy C. Cherry zu 'A LOVE LETTER TO WHISKEY' »A LOVE LETTER TO WHISKEY von Kandi Steiner ist eines der besten Bücher, die ich jemals in meinem Leben gelesen habe. Trotz ernster Themen strahlt der Roman eine intensive Leichtigkeit aus, die die Geschichte um Jamie & B perfekt macht.«"
"I have a three date rule—but it's not what you think.
See, I've been told I'm the 'good time girl,' not the one you take home to Mom. And while that label stung at first, I've since embraced it—living the wild and free life and sticking to a three date max. That's just enough time to have some fun and snuff out the possibility of catching feelings. And it's been working for me for years . . . Until Makoa Kumaka.
Sadly, he also has a three date rule—and it's the exact opposite of mine. From the second I meet him, all I can think about is stripping down that six-foot-five Herculean hunk of a man. But like the gentleman I wish he wasn't, he's making me wait.
The more time we spend together, the more I feel those pesky emotions creeping in. I'm even tempted to trust him, but blame it on my past or my instincts, I can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something . . .
I've been playing the game forever, and no man has ever won my heart—which meant they never had the power to break it. But maybe I just hadn't met the right player.
Maybe I'll wish I never did.
Contains mature themes."
"I never learn my lesson. And I always want what I can't have.
When Sarah Henderson walks into my life, I tell myself she's off limits. She's my student, sixteen years younger than me, and my boss's niece. It doesn't matter that I see the same pain reflected in her eyes that I have in my own, or that the dead organ better known as my heart kicks to life when she's around. I've been here before, and I know how this ends.
It's been two years since I fell for the last woman I knew I couldn't have, the one with the ring on her finger that I chose to ignore. Two years of trying to overcome that heartache when Sarah slides into my life. Another woman I can't have. Another woman I can't stop myself from wanting.
I never learn my lesson, but with a constant reminder of how that last forbidden love burned, I think I've finally learned this one. This time, I won't chase what's off limits. This time, I'm staying away.
And I'll keep telling myself that until I believe it."
"Two season tickets. One genius idea. Zero interest in a relationship.
The plan is simple: a brand new, hot, preferably funny, definitely single male will fill one of those seats for every Bears game at Soldier Field. And I'll fill the other.
I can't think of a better way to use the season passes I'd bought for my ex-husband. I am a woman of plans, and this one's foolproof. Until Zach Bowen offers to be my practice round.
He's infuriating. Presumptuous and overbearing. And absolutely, undeniably gorgeous. Any woman with a heartbeat would be attracted to him, and mine picks up speed every time he speaks. But as I said, I'm a woman of plans—and I'm not backing down on this one.
One night. One game. And then, his time's up.
He can try to change the rules, but here's the truth: he can't win if he's playing the wrong game.
Contains mature themes."
"THE EPIC FINALE IN THE WHAT HE DOESN'T KNOW DUET
Left or right.
It's that simple, and it isn't simple at all.
If I turn left, the road will lead me back to the man I promised my life to, the one I'd imagined building a family with, the one who's done everything in his power to get me back.
If I turn right, the road will take me to the man I loved first, the man who brought me back to life, the man who would do anything to keep me.
I knew the fork in the road was inevitable; it was the decision I never wanted to make between choices I didn't know I had.
And I love them both.
My heart is destined to exist in two equal halves - one with each man. But one half beats stronger, the vein running deepest, and holds my choice in silence long before I know it for myself.
The realization of what I have to do, of the heart I have to break, just might break mine too.
Left or right.
All I have to do is take a breath and turn."
"On the northeast side of town, there is a house.
The house was once magical, filled with love and joy and plans for the future.
Inside its walls are many things that belong to me - my books, the china from my mother on my wedding day, the beautiful cage once home to two birds, now empty, just like me.
And a man.
A man who also belongs to me.
A man I no longer wish to keep.
A man who, no doubt, has not slept, though the sun is rising. Because the house where he waits is where I laid my head to rest every night for eight years. Until last night.
No one who knows me would believe Charlie Pierce, the quiet, bookish girl who never made waves is pulling out of the driveway of a man who isn't her husband.
But they don't know me at all.
I don't even know me.
Not anymore.
They say there are two sides to every story, and I suppose in most cases, that's true. But the one I live inside of? It has three.
On the northeast side of town, there is a house.
But there is no longer a home."
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