Meet Luke Crawley in Blake Austin's debut novel of
loss, redemption, and ever-enduring love releasing on
February 24th!
Luke Cawley is a broken man. After his wife's tragic
death, he lost everything that mattered in the world. Now, his life is filled
with hard days, harder nights, and a steady stream of alcohol and the wrong
kind of women. Nothing helps.
Until the letters arrive on Luke's doorstep.
Nine envelopes. Nine messages. Nine chances to find
his way back.
Rae Goode is looking for the real thing. After
fighting her way out of a string of bad relationships, she's ready for
something different--something true.
She meets Luke while piecing her life together, and
right away she can tell that he's different. Drawn together by fate and the
desire to heal, Rae and Luke discover new ways to mend their broken hearts--one
letter at a time.
Discover Blake Austin's debut novel of loss,
redemption, and ever-enduring love.
Excerpt
As soon
as the word left my mouth, Rae’s face opened up and she was smiling over at me
and it was like I was falling in towards her. When she was happy, I got
vertigo. All those happy brain chemicals just took over and I was lost in
bliss.
“Get
out of my rescue, Luke Cawley,” she said.
“Will
do,” I replied, scooping up King’s leash and opening the door again. But before
we stepped out, Rae’s voice came after me.
"Hey
Luke, you want to hook up sometime?" she asked. I turned around, probably
looked startled. Sometimes I'm smooth, sometimes I'm not. "I mean, I could
help you with King. At the dog park or something. You get a dog tired enough,
he won’t rip up the house.”
She
smiled. Clearly this was a professional courtesy she was extending, right? But
I still couldn’t help feeling like it might do me and King both some good to see
Rae again.
“I uh,
lost your number,” I said. Sounded a lot nicer than ‘I threw it away while I
was cleaning my house.’ I took out my phone. “I’ll just put it into my phone
this time. Rae, right? What's your last name?" I made a new contact.
"Goode,"
she said.
I'd
remember that. I didn't have the best memory, but I remember what's important.
I decided I couldn't let it be a sign, though. It was just a last name. Totally
wasn't a sign. I'm too grown up to believe in things like that.
I
tapped in her number, texted her so she had mine, then I reached down, pet King
on the head once more, and left the shelter with my dog in tow, feeling pretty
good after all was said and done.
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