Releasing: January 29th, 2015
Roxanne Daniels was supposed to be spending her summer getting ready to head off to Julliard. That was the plan. But that was before- Before she found her mother’s lifeless body- Before she walked in on her boyfriend in bed with someone else. Before she knew what heart shattering pain felt like.
Now all she wants is for the pain to go away. But it never does.
Until him. A complete stranger who could end up being much more.
But letting go and moving on is easier said than done.
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About Reylynn Purdue
Born and raised in California, Reylynn Purdue lives with her loving husband and three beautiful kids. A lover of books, she reads like crazy. She has also always enjoyed writing, but one day, she decided to take it to the next level. She started writing her debut novel in 2013. To say she had no clue what she was doing is an understatement. As of today, she still has no clue what she is doing when it comes to publishing a book, but she is learning as she goes. She loves her story and hopes you will as well. She also finds talking about herself in third person to be very strange, and she kind of hates it.
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I blinked my eyes as I looked up at the ceiling. Music from downstairs came into my room and woke me up. I looked at my alarm clock. It was twenty after six. I rolled onto my side and opened my nightstand drawer. I retrieved the orange medication bottle and sat up. I dumped out the contents into a small pile on my pastel pink comforter.
One, two, three, four, five, six…
I counted the white pills as I put them back into the bottle.
Seven, eight, nine, ten…
I wondered if I belonged at one of those meetings for people with addiction problems.
I imagined myself standing in front of a room of strangers.
“Hi, I’m Roxanne, and I…”
“And I’m a…”
The room I was standing in suddenly got a lot smaller. As I looked out at all the faces staring back at me, my stomach twisted. Those weren’t the faces of complete strangers. Every face now belonged to my mom.
The word addict stuck in my throat, choking me.
But I wasn’t an addict. I could stop at any time.
I beheld my mom’s face. Her beautiful blue eyes that had once
“You know me. I
But her expression of disappointment stayed with me, even as each one of her disappeared.
The sound of a slamming door
I glanced around my room, feeling empty. I shook my head, trying to forget the image
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