mariegaillard

This is a multi-layered, contemporary romantic tragedy, but don't let the "Bitter Sweet" tag scare you. It has an HEA/HFN ending. (and a sequel on the horizon!) One Reviewer said: "Wade Kelly has set a new benchmark for the writing of emotions." So be warned. It just might tear your heart out and make you scream at the pages! you can go to Dreamspinner press and read and excerpt: Prologue: September 25, 2010 I NEVER thought life could fuck me in the ass this hard. What a shitty week! I never expected to feel so much pain. Not at the age of twenty-one. I wanted to shove my fist through the wall… I was frozen to the spot as every muscle went limp… … when I heard the words “he’s dead,” but as I clenched my fists I discovered all my strength was draining right out of my fingers. … and the strength drained out of me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe. The glass of water I was holding slipped from my fingers seconds before I hurled all over my mother’s pink carpet. Harsh reality seized all logical thinking, pushing my mind beyond its capacity to grasp the truth. I sank to my knees and stared at the wooden floorboards, wondering why the fuck there was a small piece of blue shag carpet still sticking out from the shoe molding. My dad tore that carpet out years ago when he refinished the hardwood. Nothing made sense. My hands shook— my hands never shake—and I tried in vain to block the images flashing before my eyes: images of Jamie. My hands shook as I swatted the images in front of my face… I know Darian must have been feeling the same horror and disbelief I was. … trying desperately to rid my mind of what I saw before me: images of Jamie, dead. Somehow, I know Matt shared what I was feeling right then. It had to be. It had to be. Of course, I didn’t know about Darian then. I’d never met Matt before, not before the viewing. It’s so fucking odd, sitting in Jamie’s room. The air’s stale, and the bed’s made up like a hotel suite. Darian should be here with me, but he lacks the balls. I don’t blame him. His pain is worse than mine, in so many ways. I feel like he knew a different person than I did, and in a sense that was true. Darian knew a side of Jamie I will never know. I can’t bear being away from Matt, but I can’t face Jamie’s empty room. I have to trust Matt knows what he’s doing by going in there. I have to trust he’ll find the answers we’re all looking for. EVERYONE stared at me before the funeral. Whether they were conscious of the fact or not, their eyes darted in my direction with a certain loathing. As if I’d known he was going to do this and I had the power to stop him. How could I know? I’d known him my entire life, but I never knew Jamie was contemplating suicide. The wake, if you call it that, was at my mom’s after the “mourners” visited the gravesite. Everyone sat around gossiping about how shocking it was to hear the news. They whispered things like, “How could Jimmy Miller possibly have been so depressed? He was such a nice boy. He was such a pleasant boy. It must have been the strange friends he had. It must have been the music he listened to. It must have been the pressure he was under to succeed where his father failed in life.” It must have been blah, blah, blah…. No one really knew the answer. Not even me.....

2023-01-07 07:48