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Mia Reeve’s faith, trust and sense of security were all taken away in the blink of an eye. In need of a fresh start, she settles into a new town and begins to make a new life.
Tristan Chamberlain has always kept girls at arms length and he has no intention of changing. He’s caring, smart, handsome, but he’s also dealing with a lifetime of guilt that’s slowly but surely destroying him.
Sometimes the thing that you run from is the one thing that will save you.
Separately, they’re both free-falling. Together, they’re about to find that love can create the strongest safety net of all.
I’m not the type of girl that’s super fashionable… at least, not
anymore. That was my old life, and the inclination to spend an obscene
amount of time stressing out about my appearance feels like it was surgically
sliced out of me. I don’t go crazy with makeup and I don’t spend hours
primping to get ready for a trip to the mall anymore. The only throwback
to my more stylish self is my devotion to my hair. It’s the one feature
that I pay close attention to and although I hate to do it, the rain has left
me with no choice but to throw my hair up into a ponytail. My hair has
become a security blanket for me and having it pulled back makes me feel like
I’m naked. When my hair is down, if someone takes notice of me or makes
me feel uncomfortable, all I need to do is hide behind my hair and that’s
that. It really sucks that I’m not going to have that option today.
I’d already done very light makeup, just a touch of mascara and
some light lip-gloss, so after throwing on a pair of black leggings, a silver
gypsy-type tunic, and a pair of ballet flats, I was ready to go. I
grabbed my tote bag and headed off to my first class of the day, Business Math.
I had taken the time to learn my route the day before, so I got
myself to my first class on time. As is habit with me, I chose a seat at
the back of the room. I hate sitting close to the front. In my mind, that
section is reserved for ass-kissers and the late-to-class. I’m not an
ass-kisser, and I’ve got enough anxiety without ever having to add being tardy
to the mix. Ergo, I’m a back row sitter.
When she’s not writing, Ella indulges the gypsy in her blood and travels the country. Ella loves reading, movies, music, buying make-up, reading Tmz, Twitter and pedicures… not necessarily in that order. She has a wild sense of humor and loves to laugh. Her favorite thing in the world is hanging out with her family and watching comedy movies.