by Amali Rose
Published by Amazon Digital Services LLC
Published by Amazon Digital Services LLC
Title: Breathing Wisteria
Series: Fleurs d’amour #4
Series: Fleurs d’amour #4
Author: Amali Rose
Genre: Contemporary Romance/New Adult
Cover Design: Judi Perkins,
Concierge Literary Designs & Photography
Cover Design: Judi Perkins,
Concierge Literary Designs & Photography
Release Date: March 8, 2019
Blurb
True love can kiss Wyatt Monroe’s ass.
Life turned her into a realist years ago when she lost
everything she truly loved.
everything she truly loved.
Wyatt knows there is no happily ever after for her. No white
knight coming to her rescue and that’s perfectly fine. She is more than capable
of saving herself.
knight coming to her rescue and that’s perfectly fine. She is more than capable
of saving herself.
Enter Flynn Maguire. He’s been running from his demons for a
decade, hiding in plain sight and determined to forget. No longer able to live
the lie, he hunts down the woman he destroyed in a misguided effort to save
her.
decade, hiding in plain sight and determined to forget. No longer able to live
the lie, he hunts down the woman he destroyed in a misguided effort to save
her.
Wyatt is determined never to repeat the past. Flynn is
determined to reclaim the life that should have been his. But determination
will only get you so far, and when the glare of public opinion viciously shines
on their past, they can either stand united or fall divided.
determined to reclaim the life that should have been his. But determination
will only get you so far, and when the glare of public opinion viciously shines
on their past, they can either stand united or fall divided.
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Excerpt
PROLOGUE
Wyatt
Ten Years Earlier
Smoke.
My nostrils twitch as the subtle acrid smell hits them and a
sliver of unease curls itself around my consciousness.
sliver of unease curls itself around my consciousness.
The club is crowded, and I’m jostled carelessly between a
sea of sweaty bodies. My hand instinctively finds my belly and I internally
curse Flynn for convincing me to come tonight.
sea of sweaty bodies. My hand instinctively finds my belly and I internally
curse Flynn for convincing me to come tonight.
I crane my neck, searching for the source of the putrid
smell, but I can barely see past the people surrounding me. Their clammy skin
pressing against my own combined with their loud voices ringing in my ear, the
atmosphere practically suffocates me.
smell, but I can barely see past the people surrounding me. Their clammy skin
pressing against my own combined with their loud voices ringing in my ear, the
atmosphere practically suffocates me.
My breathing begins to quicken. Short, shallow breaths that
I have to fight to get into my lungs, heighten my anxiety and the mild
apprehension I was feeling morphs quickly into full-blown dread that thrashes
violently through my veins.
I have to fight to get into my lungs, heighten my anxiety and the mild
apprehension I was feeling morphs quickly into full-blown dread that thrashes
violently through my veins.
Closing my eyes, I try to block out the crowd around me and
concentrate on Flynn’s voice, which floats above the cheers and catcalls. My
vision is blocked from my position over here, along the side of the room where
I, wrongly, assumed I could avoid the crush of the congested dance floor.
concentrate on Flynn’s voice, which floats above the cheers and catcalls. My
vision is blocked from my position over here, along the side of the room where
I, wrongly, assumed I could avoid the crush of the congested dance floor.
That’s when it happens.
With my eyes squeezed shut, one hand pressed against my
hammering chest and the other curled protectively over my stomach. My brain
shuts down, focusing only on the voice of the man I love, singing the song he
wrote about us. About cherry Chapstick and cheap beer.
hammering chest and the other curled protectively over my stomach. My brain
shuts down, focusing only on the voice of the man I love, singing the song he
wrote about us. About cherry Chapstick and cheap beer.
The moment my life was forever changed.
One word screamed.
Hundreds of bodies pushing, fighting each other, chased by
the cruel heat and wicked burn.
the cruel heat and wicked burn.
I’m shoved forcefully up against the wall as people lose all
sense of decency in their own fight for safety. My eyes flicker to my left and
I see the orange flames dancing with the plumes of black smoke above the stage.
My heart sinks and I unconsciously begin fighting against the crowd. Sweat
prickles along every inch of my skin and I fight every instinct in me as I try
to make my way toward Flynn.
sense of decency in their own fight for safety. My eyes flicker to my left and
I see the orange flames dancing with the plumes of black smoke above the stage.
My heart sinks and I unconsciously begin fighting against the crowd. Sweat
prickles along every inch of my skin and I fight every instinct in me as I try
to make my way toward Flynn.
A tall guy stops right in front of me, his face is panicked,
and I can see a fear in his eyes that I know is echoed in my own. He bends down
and grabs my shoulders, his fingertips digging in painfully. “Go the other
way!” he screams in my face, his spit coating me. Shaking my head, I push past
him and hear him mutter, “Stupid bitch.”
and I can see a fear in his eyes that I know is echoed in my own. He bends down
and grabs my shoulders, his fingertips digging in painfully. “Go the other
way!” he screams in my face, his spit coating me. Shaking my head, I push past
him and hear him mutter, “Stupid bitch.”
The pungent smoke has filled the room and as my lungs
struggle to cope, screaming for fresh air, I become disoriented. I spin around,
my eyes burning while I attempt to gather my wits. But when a stray elbow
connects with my already aching temple, I lose my balance, falling to the
ground. And in a moment that I know will forever be imprinted on me, amidst the
cacophony of terrified screams, flailing bodies, and heart-wrenching terror, I
lose everything that I love.
struggle to cope, screaming for fresh air, I become disoriented. I spin around,
my eyes burning while I attempt to gather my wits. But when a stray elbow
connects with my already aching temple, I lose my balance, falling to the
ground. And in a moment that I know will forever be imprinted on me, amidst the
cacophony of terrified screams, flailing bodies, and heart-wrenching terror, I
lose everything that I love.
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Author Bio
Amali Rose is an Australian author, and former blogger, who
released her debut novella in 2017.A self confessed bookworm, her love affair with the written word began as a
child, with The Magic Faraway Tree. Her tastes have grown and evolved
over the years, and after stumbling into the indie community a few years ago,
she discovered her passion for romance with a side of smut.When not reading or writing Amali enjoys baking, yoga, cheesy pop music &
netflix marathons; and believes strongly that pink, puppies and chocolate make
the world a better place!
released her debut novella in 2017.A self confessed bookworm, her love affair with the written word began as a
child, with The Magic Faraway Tree. Her tastes have grown and evolved
over the years, and after stumbling into the indie community a few years ago,
she discovered her passion for romance with a side of smut.When not reading or writing Amali enjoys baking, yoga, cheesy pop music &
netflix marathons; and believes strongly that pink, puppies and chocolate make
the world a better place!
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