Can a relationship survive on love alone? Is love truly enough?
Dane and Alex’s relationship has never been easy, but now they have a fresh start without the pressures of Alex’s family. Together they try to move forward while continuing to struggle with a past that they can’t seem to escape.
Sometimes no matter how hard we try to make things work, love isn’t enough.
Sometimes even after a broken heart is mended, cracks remain, and the same doubts and insecurities that once yanked us apart seep in.
Can true love hold Dane and Alex together or will their hearts completely shatter like glass?
Dane and Alex’s relationship has never been easy, but now they have a fresh start without the pressures of Alex’s family. Together they try to move forward while continuing to struggle with a past that they can’t seem to escape.
Sometimes no matter how hard we try to make things work, love isn’t enough.
Sometimes even after a broken heart is mended, cracks remain, and the same doubts and insecurities that once yanked us apart seep in.
Can true love hold Dane and Alex together or will their hearts completely shatter like glass?
Excerpt!
I head toward the bedroom and find Alex sprawled out on the center of the bed. I’m still pissed at her for dancing with him. I don’t know what she was thinking. I hate that fucker and seeing him with his hands on my girl was enough to send me over the edge. I immediately wanted to walk over to them but I stopped, telling myself over and over that there would be no way I could control my temper if I went anywhere near him.
I kept my eyes on them, ready to pounce if he took it any further. I started to cool down a little but deep shades of red clouded by vision when I saw him press his body closer to her. My mind was made up; I was heading over to punch that idiot in the face if I got through the packed crowd. I was still about ten feet away when I saw him press his lips to her cheek and it halted me in place; she let him do it. Didn’t push him away or tell him to stop. It took everything I had to not break his neck. I was even more pissed at Alex for letting him do it.
I hate feeling this way.
“Dane,” she whispers, lifting her head from the pillow. She glances at the clock. “You’re late getting home.”
Yeah, I had a couple drinks after work. I needed them. “It was busy,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes.
I kept my eyes on them, ready to pounce if he took it any further. I started to cool down a little but deep shades of red clouded by vision when I saw him press his body closer to her. My mind was made up; I was heading over to punch that idiot in the face if I got through the packed crowd. I was still about ten feet away when I saw him press his lips to her cheek and it halted me in place; she let him do it. Didn’t push him away or tell him to stop. It took everything I had to not break his neck. I was even more pissed at Alex for letting him do it.
I hate feeling this way.
“Dane,” she whispers, lifting her head from the pillow. She glances at the clock. “You’re late getting home.”
Yeah, I had a couple drinks after work. I needed them. “It was busy,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes.
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Author bio:
Lisa De Jong is a wife, mother and full-time number cruncher who lives in the Midwest. Her writing journey involved insane amounts of coffee and many nights of very little sleep but she wouldn't change a thing. She also enjoys reading, football and music.
Website: www.lisadejongbooks.blogspot.com
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