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
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
The door clatters open, bringing with it a gust of frigid air and a sound
I never thought I would hear again.
I never thought I would hear again.
My eyes are fixed on the laughing redhead and I shadow her movement with
my eyes as she makes her way across the diner, falling into a booth with a
chatty pink-haired girl who hasn’t stopped talking since they entered.
my eyes as she makes her way across the diner, falling into a booth with a
chatty pink-haired girl who hasn’t stopped talking since they entered.
I spend the next few minutes watching her without one damn ounce of shame,
reacquainting myself with all of her little quirks. The way she can’t keep her
hands still, constantly touching, gesturing, grasping. The shake of her head
and roll of her eyes when she is amused. All of her little mannerisms that I
never thought I’d get to see again. I watch it all, captivated, memorizing this
new version of the girl I loved.
reacquainting myself with all of her little quirks. The way she can’t keep her
hands still, constantly touching, gesturing, grasping. The shake of her head
and roll of her eyes when she is amused. All of her little mannerisms that I
never thought I’d get to see again. I watch it all, captivated, memorizing this
new version of the girl I loved.
I wish I could say I waited. Or, that I tried to wait until she was
alone. For a moment where my presence wouldn’t throw her carefully constructed
world into a tailspin. But it would be a lie. Because being in the same room as
her, without being able to touch her was just too damn hard.
alone. For a moment where my presence wouldn’t throw her carefully constructed
world into a tailspin. But it would be a lie. Because being in the same room as
her, without being able to touch her was just too damn hard.
Pushing up from the table, I stride purposefully over to her table,
trying to convey the confidence that seems to have deserted me, right when I
need it the most.
trying to convey the confidence that seems to have deserted me, right when I
need it the most.
A fraction of a second before her friend spots me, her eyes widening, I
see Wyatt’s back straighten as though a jolt of electricity has shocked her,
and I see her wary eyes search the room.
see Wyatt’s back straighten as though a jolt of electricity has shocked her,
and I see her wary eyes search the room.
I force my feet to stop at their table. The urge to run is sudden and
all-consuming, but when she looks up and her gaze meets mine, a sense of home
fills me.
all-consuming, but when she looks up and her gaze meets mine, a sense of home
fills me.
We stare at each other wordlessly. The air is thick with tension and I
try to read her reaction, but it’s a shock to realize that I am no longer
fluent in Wyatt Monroe.
try to read her reaction, but it’s a shock to realize that I am no longer
fluent in Wyatt Monroe.
“Hey, guitar-boy.” A wry voice has my head spinning toward the friend,
who apparently is a feisty one. “Can we help you?”
who apparently is a feisty one. “Can we help you?”
I slide my gaze back toward Wyatt, waiting for her to say something. When
she doesn’t, simply continuing to look at me with an expression that screams
confusion, I step up.
she doesn’t, simply continuing to look at me with an expression that screams
confusion, I step up.
“Just wondered if I could have a word with Wyatt.”
Pink’s eyes jump between the two of us, trying to read the situation, and
I get a few more seconds to admire Wyatt before I’m shut down, ruthlessly.
I get a few more seconds to admire Wyatt before I’m shut down, ruthlessly.
“You know what?” She taps a finger to her mouth as though deep in
thought. “Usually I’d say that sounds like a grand idea, but it doesn’t look
like she wants to talk to some random stranger who approaches us creepily in a
diner. Mmm ’kay? Run along now.” Her lips form a hard line and I get the sense
she’s going to be tough to win over, which causes me to shake my head and give
her my trademark smirk.
thought. “Usually I’d say that sounds like a grand idea, but it doesn’t look
like she wants to talk to some random stranger who approaches us creepily in a
diner. Mmm ’kay? Run along now.” Her lips form a hard line and I get the sense
she’s going to be tough to win over, which causes me to shake my head and give
her my trademark smirk.
“I promise you, I’m not a random, creepy stranger. I’m—”
“I know,” she cuts me off. “You’re Flynn Maguire, and you probably don’t
hear this a lot, but I couldn’t give two flying fucks. Buh bye.” She waves me
off like I’m an inconsequential bug, and my smirk grows to a full-blown grin.
hear this a lot, but I couldn’t give two flying fucks. Buh bye.” She waves me
off like I’m an inconsequential bug, and my smirk grows to a full-blown grin.
I think I like this one.
“Not what I was going to say, Pink.” I bathe my tone in sarcasm, a
language I’m sure she understands. “I was going to say I’m her—”
language I’m sure she understands. “I was going to say I’m her—”
“Flynn, don’t.” Wyatt’s anxious voice interrupts, but it’s too late.
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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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