Sweet Destruction Hits Lists!

I'm honored to announce that Sweet Destruction has been listed as one of the Top Books of 2014 by numerous blogs. This means the world to me and I want to thank each and every one of you that bought, loved, and continues to recommend Sam and Walker's story to others.

Below are some of the blogs that have Sweet Destruction listed as one of their Books of 2014. Go check out their lists. I know I'm adding the other books to my TBR pile!

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*SubClub Books - http://thesubclubbooks.com (For two years in a row my books have been on their lists!)

*Southern Belle Book Blog - http://southernbellebookblog.weebly.com (Their review of Sweet Destruction blew me away!)

* Becca the Bibliophile Book Blog - http://www.beccathebibliophile.com (If you've ever seen a book trailer for one of my books, this lady is the one that creates them!)

Walker is back!

Sweet Destruction now has an extended ending! The e-books are live on all sites. All you have to do is update your version. (If you are not sure how to do this, please check the help menu on your particular reader device website or contact customer service for Amazon, B&N, etc.)

It has been brought to my attention that there has been some issues on Amazon for the automatic update. I've talked to Amazon and they reported there are some technical difficulties on their side with it. Until they resolve the issue, I've posted the extra scene and the extended ending here on my website. All you have to do is click the link below. It will also be listed under the tab "Extras."

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy the rest of Sam and Walker's story!

Sweet Destruction Extended Scenes

Promise Me Light Deleted Scene

Promise Me Light's one year anniversary was yesterday. I can't believe it's been one whole year since Maddie and Ryder got their happily ever after! I've been in my writing hole so much lately that the date slipped my mind until a reader reminded me of it. I wanted to do something special so I thought - why not release a deleted scene that I had sitting on my computer? So here's one I randomly picked. Yes, it's short but it conveys what I love about Ryder - his overprotectiveness, his love for Maddie, and his stubbornness too. I hope you enjoy!

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As Ryder and I stared at each other with anger, Cash grabbed the reins of the saddled horse. Stuffing the rifle in the scabbard, he led the horse back toward us, taking his time. His walk slow and sure, his gait measured. Holding the reins against his body, Cash started to peel off his gloves, one finger at a time. I glanced at him as he held the gloves toward me.

“If we’re gonna ride, you gotta be warm,” he explained in his thick Texas drawl.

I took the gloves with a snap of my wrist and slipped them on, almost weeping with relief when warmth enveloped my fingers. Ryder had made me so mad that I hadn’t realized how cold it had become. The temperature had dropped quickly with the falling snow, blanketing the ground with white. And Gavin was out there somewhere, lying on the cold, hard ground, thanks to Ryder and his short temper.

“Give me a leg up, Cash,” I said, turning my back on Ryder and holding the reins. Cash started to help me up, but was stopped quickly.

“Don’t touch her,” Ryder’s deep voice boomed behind me, snapping out like a whip. Before I knew what he was doing, his hands were around my waist and he was lifting me into the saddle.

I scrambled to hold onto the reins as Ryder planted me firmly on the horse’s back. His hand stayed on my thigh, burning me through my jeans, as I tried to calm the horse down. She danced and jerked sideways, away from Ryder. I understood the feeling. He made me skittish too.

His hand slid down my thigh and then off as he grabbed the reins. Stepping in front of the horse, he rubbed her nose, trying to get her to calm down.

“Whoa, girl. It’s okay,” he said in a soothing, calm voice. His eyes moved up to mine, looking so blue against the dark stubble on his face. Lowering his head again, he whispered to the horse, his gaze on me. “Calm down, girl. You’ve got my entire life riding on your back. Both of them. My heart and my baby.”

Oh, God. When he said things like that ... I was lost. Indefinitely.

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Crying Ahead But Still Behind

I just jumped ahead on a book I am working on (and still behind on) and wrote the "Acknowledgments" section because I was feeling very thankful for some people in my life. By the end of it, I was a blubbering mess and my youngest looked at me like I was crazy. I couldn't help it, I've met some amazing folks since I started publishing. And I also came to realize how much little things from my childhood would affect me now. Like my great-grandmother telling me stories about living during the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl (I drew from some of those stories when I was writing PMD and PML). And then there was my grandmother spending hours discussing books with me, tearing apart plots and scenes and imaging living the life in the book. And my grandfather letting me tag along with him and the other farmers/ranchers when I was little, treating me like just another ranch hand. I feed cattle in the heat of the day and met the sunrise on the back of a horse. I stood around with old cowboys and listened to their tall tales, soaking in everything I could about their way of life. Each moment and memory affected me. Each second having an impact on my life. Not only did it make me what I am today but it also made me what I write today. So I'll cry when I write acknowledgments (even when I'm not done with the book) and blubber like a fool when I finally write "The End" because I've got a lot to be thankful about and many people that gave me the memories I needed to do what I wanted - write.

Walker from Sweet Destruction was interviewed!

The ladies at SubClub book blog sat down with Cole Walker from Sweet Destruction and asked him some important questions. Find out what he said about Sam, his dad, and other women here: thesubclubbooks.com

Sweet Destruction Playlist

This playlist for Sweet Destruction blew me away. Check out SubClub's music picks for the book along with the quotes that go with the song. It's amaaazzzzing.

The truth behind the fiction

I want to start out this blog post by saying that I am in no way an expert. I have never said I am an expert nor believe that I know everything about what I'm writing. What I saw...what I learned...what I noticed...is just my own perspective. It is what I took away or gathered from a small amount of time with my experience.

I've written stories my entire life. From the time I was a little girl, I would daydream and imagine characters and the lives they led. I have numerous books that I started over the years and never finished (but the stories are still locked away in my mind and sitting unfinished on my computer). I hear something or meet someone and POOF! an entire story pops into my head. Well, that happened many, many years ago and that’s how Sweet Destruction came about.

I was in my last semester of college with only a few months left until I walked across the stage to receive my Bachelor's degree. What was my major? Criminology. Yep, that's right. Crime. I wanted to either a) work with juveniles in the criminal justice system, or b) work in law. (I ended up taking the second route - law. According to my father, it was a much safer route and he wanted his daughter safe.) But before I could graduate there was one thing my professor wanted my classmates and me to do - interview juvenile detention inmates for a study. Thirty inmates per student were required. Male. Between the ages of 12 and 17. Now, we weren't just going to ask them simple questions like, "What are you serving time for?" or "Are both of your parents living in the home?" No. We had to ask the hard questions. "Were you sexually abused?" "Is your mother or father an alcoholic or an addict?” "Did you have a home to go to every night?" Pages and pages of questions for each inmate. The point of the interview and the study was to see if there was a correlation between upbringing/family life and a life of crime. Does a terrible home environment determine if a child turns to criminal activity? Does society and a child's surrounding shape the morals of a child and the ability to choose a path of crime or is it ingrained? Learned? A part of some people’s DNA? In a nutshell, it was a nature vs. nurture question. Were these inmates in juvie because that's how they grew up and that's all they knew or was it more of a choice? That’s what we were there to learn.

I remember walking through the numerous layers of security while hulky juvenile detention guards stood watching. A few times I walked down hallways lined with inmates, each wearing white prison garb, usually on their way to the dining hall or some other activity. I was placed in a room, just a twenty-two year old blonde girl and a male inmate, sometimes in jail for a major crime such as rape (but usually for theft with a deadly weapon, assault, or possession with an intent to sale and almost always it involved a gang). I had to sit by the person and ask intimate questions, just the two of us alone while a guard stood outside watching through a small glass window set in the door. So I asked my questions, refusing to be afraid of these hardened, young criminals. I figured if I showed them respect, they would show me respect and that’s what happened, surprisingly every time.

They answered my questions. Poverty. Hunger. Domestic violence. Drug usage. Everything was covered. They told me what I wanted to know and I LISTENED to them, something not many people in their lives had done. It was a wakening for me. I had never known hunger. Or violence. Or the need to do anything to survive. I was just a normal college student who came from an upper middle class family. I listened as they told me stories. Gang members raised them, not their parents. Many didn’t have food or adequate clothing growing up. Teachers tried to help sometimes but these boys turned to a life of crime, most following in their older siblings footsteps or even their parents.

Sometime after I graduated from college, those kids were still in my head. That’s when a storyline begin to grow. I’ve always been fascinated with the hardships of life and how people deal with them so it seemed normal for a story to develop out of that experience. The story of Sweet Destruction slowly started taking place in my mind. I jotted it down about a year after I interviewed the inmates, their stories still lingering in my head. After I published Promise Me Light, I start writing Cash’s story, but Sweet Destruction kept calling me. Walker and Sam wanted their story told. They are not based on any particularly person that I met at that juvenile detention center; they are based on the idea, on the impression that I walked away with – there are kids out there living from day to day, hour to hour, suffering and being the victims of their environment. Sweet Destruction is fiction but at its basis is truth.

Sweet Destruction playlist

I'm excited to share the SWEET DESTRUCTION playlist. As many of you know, I can't write without my music but I called on Emily of SubClub book blog to help me find the best songs that fit the book (because she's amazing at it - she really has a gift with music). Some of the songs on the playlist I listened to while writing Sweet Destruction, but most of the songs are what Emily picked to represent Sam and Walker's relationship and I have to say that they are just perfect. Listening to the songs, I could almost picture the different scenes in the book and the conflict that takes place between the characters. The playlist just blew me away. I hope you agree. Enjoy!

Sweet Destruction Book Trailer

I'm excited to share this amazing Sweet Destruction book trailer by Becca of Bibliophile Productions!!

It's here!!

I'm excited to introduce Sweet Destruction!

~Release Date May 27, 2014~

There’s a fine line between love and hate

And they were about to cross it.

My name is Samantha Ross and this is my life.

I existed in a world that few know. Rundown trailers and crime-ridden streets were my home. Drugs and alcohol were the norm and happiness was the exception. I lived from day to day never knowing if I would have a roof over my head or food in my stomach. My life sucked. It took from me and gave nothing back.

But there was one certainty in my life. A black smudge on my window of hell.

Cole Walker.

He was a criminal. A thief. He brought hell and damnation with him wherever he went. He hurt and destroyed. He took and gave nothing in return. He was heartache and despair wrapped up in a perfect gorgeous package. Fast cars and fast women were his hobbies. His vices. But he had many.

I was one of them.

I was his addiction and his craving. His enemy on this earth. I feared him. I hated him. I loved him even more.

Preorder is available on Amazon (see links below). It will be available on other sites at a later date.

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Amazon Canada - http://mybook.to/AmznSD-CA

Amazon Australia - http://mybook.to/AmznSD-AU

Amazon DE - http://mybook.to/AmznSD-DE

Amazon France - http://mybook.to/AmznSD-FR

New Orleans RT Convention

May 13th - 18th I will be in New Orleans attending the RT convention (and eating lots of cajun food). If you live close, there is a HUGE, HUGE book signing on Saturday, May 17th. I won't be signing but I will be attending the events all week. If you are there and see me, come up and say hi. I might have a surprise for a few of you - how about a PROOF, signed paperback of Sweet Destruction?

Here's info. on the event:

https://www.rtconvention.com/giant-book-fair

Newsletter

Because social media continually changes the rules, I decided to start a newsletter. I didn't want readers to miss any information and say, "What? I didn't know that!" The newsletter will just be emailed when I feel there is something I would like to share. It might be exclusive teasers, content, upcoming book information, or sneak peeks at what I'm currently working on. I also will hold contests and giveaways that are only for newsletter subscribers.

Thank you to everyone who has already subscribed. If you would like to be included, please use the link below to sign up. Thank you and happy reading!!

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One Year Anniversary - My version

This time last year I was in shock. I had just hit the publish button on Promise Me Darkness and people were BUYING it! Buying my book!!! Crazy! I remember telling my husband that if only fifty people read my book, I would be happy. You see, I had never let anyone read anything I wrote. I was too terrified of being ridiculed. Yes, I had written my whole life. I still have notebooks full of stories that I wrote as a little girl and teenager. (My mom just found an elementary school workbook where I wrote a whole conversation between two characters in the margin. Needless to say, I didn't pay attention in class very much. I was too busy daydreaming.) But to let someone, even a family member, read my stories...uh, no. Over the years I continued to write, but I would hear terrible things about trying to break into the publishing business. I cringed when I heard what others were going through. So I would put my writing aside and focus on raising my babies.

Then one day something happened. I just decided I was going to publish a story. I was watching the rise of the e-books and the self-publishing industry and I thought, "Here's my chance. I could do this." If nobody bought and read my book, at least I could say I did it and had tried. I was too consumed with writing and reading not to.

So I hit the button. Maddie and Ryder's story went live. I never submitted to an agent or a publishing company before. Only ONE person had read Promise Me Darkness before it was published. I did not do one smidgen of marketing. I had exactly one follower on Facebook. But I just threw PMD out there and crossed my fingers. That night, I was a nervous wreck. But within an hour, sixty people had bought the book. My husband and I stared at the computer, in shock. What was going on? Was this for real? That same night I started to receive emails - "I can't find it on Apple." "When will it be on Kobo?" I couldn't believe what was happening. People wanted my book. (Now, I do know that my graphic artist, Sarah Hansen, posted the synopsis a week or so earlier and there was some interest from that, but I was still surprised at the response.) Regardless, I don't think I slept a wink that night.

Fast forward...PMD hit the New York Times and was on USA Today Bestseller List two times. I made the top five on erotica for Amazon U.K. I sat besides people like E.L. James on Amazon's bestseller list for a while. This was all a huge deal for me. HUGE. I went from hoping to sell 50 copies over time to selling 100,000 copies. I think my friends were more excited about it then I was because I was still in a dream state, waiting for someone to shake me awake. I couldn't believe it was happening to me...the girl that had been too scared to let anyone read one sentence of what she wrote. That girl was now selling books seriously.

That day my life changed. THIS was what I was meant to do. All those late nights...all the nights I spent reading or writing as a teenager instead of hanging out with friends...all the hours I spent as a child daydreaming about other worlds and fictional characters...it all came down to this - the moment I hit "publish."

I owe so much to the readers. SOOOO MUCH! They are the heart and soul of this industry. They decide what is good and what isn't. They keep me going when I am tired or motivate me when I am feeling uncertain. I just have to say from the bottom of my heart...

"Thank you for one amazing year."

Paige

Sweet Destruction

My new standalone book, Sweet Destruction, will be released in May (more details coming soon). In the meantime I thought I would share a teaser...just a little taste of what is to come...

Here's a first look at my upcoming book, Sweet Destruction...

“Admit it, Sam. It’s just the two of us. Let’s get it out in the open right now. You hate me. Say it,” he said, his eyes moving down to the v-neck of my dress then back up again.

I swallowed hard, drowning in the feeling of him so close. His thighs rubbed against me and his eyes drifted down again, taking his time, enjoying the view.

“Sam. Say it.”

“I hate you,” I whispered, feeling my body pulse.

“Now that we got that out of the way—”

His lips fell on mine.

I gasped, everything in me coming alive. The kiss was gentle, not at all what I expected. He sampled me, taking his time. Letting me get used to the feel of him kissing me. His tenderness left me dizzy and confused. It went against everything he was and everything he represented.

But that was only the beginning.

He took a step closer and I wanted to cringe. His body brushed against mine, sending a spark of electricity through my system. I was still reeling when one of his hands moved to the back of my head, holding me steady. The other hand went to my hip, keeping me still. I was at his mercy and that’s when things changed.

His lips took control, demanding more. There was only harsh need and he was going to steal it from me like the criminal he was.

A moan escaped past my lips when he forced them apart. His mouth showed me what he wanted. His hand held my head captive while he did it.

I didn’t fight because I couldn’t. I wasn’t in my right mind. For the first time in my life, I had lost the upper hand. This man – the bane of my existence - was doing things to me I should not enjoy.

My body hummed and blood rushed through my veins, heating to dangerous levels. I didn’t want him near me but I couldn’t push him away. My hands hung limply at my sides, useless. But my fingers itched to touch Walker, to see if the man I loathed was really inches from me.

I reached out, hesitant at first. My fingers touched his shirt then traveled around to his side. When I grabbed a handful of his t-shirt, his lips grew more frantic, demanding and taking more.

I didn’t resist when he took a step closer, putting his body firmly against mine. Both of his hands moved to cradle my face, keeping me locked in place for his mouth. His tongue plunged inside, invading me. Showing me what I had been missing and what we had both turned our backs on long ago.

I gasped as he became uncontrollable. His tongue dived inside, seeking my tongue and forcing me to take all of him in. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked. He fell against me, his kiss deepening. Taking control, his tongue lunged into my mouth again, running along the top and teasing my tongue as the hardness underneath his zipper pressed into me.

His hand delved into my hair as he nudged my feet apart. I relented, needing him closer. With one step he was between my legs, nestled against me.

There.

Suddenly someone whistled nearby. It was like being drenched by a bucket of cold water.

My body went stiff. My mind woke up. I was suddenly aware of the people around us, laughing and talking. Having a good time. And here we were – going at it like a couple of bunny rabbits. Shit.

Walker pulled away first, breaking the kiss. I was still spiraling back down to earth. Returning to cruel reality.

He stared down at me, his gaze tense. My throat went dry. My tongue slipped out to wet my bottom lip, touching on my lip ring.

Walker watched it all with hunger, his eyes flaring. Without warning, his hand snapped out, grabbing my arm. “It would be very smart for you to walk away right now, Sam.”

“You first, asshole,” I whispered hoarsely, challenging him.

A sinister grin spread across his face. “Na, don’t think I will. But I’ll have another taste while I’m here.”

His mouth swooped down, hard and rough this time. There was no patience, no softness, no gentleness that made me weak; there was just him taking and me giving.

I moaned, giving in when his tongue pushed past my lips, sliding against my lip ring.

His hands did what they wanted and I wanted them everywhere. They grabbed my hips and yanked me toward him. I fell against him, the breath knocked out of me. But it didn’t matter. I felt him against me, needing me, desiring me. Wanting inside me.

I twisted one of my fingers around his jean’s belt loop and pulled. He grunted and fell harder against me, rubbing between my legs.

The friction between us exploded.

His hands became frantic, running up my ribs with power. In seconds they were tangled in my hair and jerking my head back.

Pulling his lips from mine, he looked down at me, his fist in my hair. Lust in his eyes. Pushing against me, his hardness pressed right where I needed him.

I sucked in a whoosh of air between my lips, my eyes opening to peer up at him.

He leaned over, his lips a mere inch from mine.

“Keep dreaming, Sam,” he whispered. “It’s never going to happen.” His lips touched mine, soft this time. “Never.”

His hand dropped from my hair and he took a step back. A malicious smirk spread across his face and his eyes took on an arrogant look, making his devilishly handsome face all that much more dangerous.

“I really hate you,” I said in a hushed whisper. I didn’t think he could hear but he did.

“Feeling’s mutual, sweetheart.”

The Last Letter

~Happy Valentine's Day everyone!~

Ryder visited me recently to talk about a special Valentine's Day post, requested by SubClubBooks.

I thought I would share what happened.

The Last Letter

I stared across my desk at the imperfect, pain-in-my-butt, bad boy of Promise Me Darkness, Ryder Delaney, refusing to flinch when he frowned at me.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Ryder. Give me something,” I pleaded, resisting the urge to beg.

He scowled, his blue eyes piercing and full of fire. I recognized the hardness lining his face and turning his lips down. He wasn’t going to talk. Hell could freeze over first.

“Pleeease,” I said, almost begging. “For the girls at Sub Club.”

He sighed and leaned further back in his chair. I tried to ignore the way his crisp shirt outlined his muscles and the sexy way he reclined in his seat, relaxed like he didn’t have a care in the world. But I knew beneath that façade was a man ready to attack at the first sign of trouble. Without an ounce of remorse, he would take out any danger, leaving nothing but bruises and blood in his wake. The man was a living, breathing specimen of raw sexuality and dangerous power. The combination was lethal. The desire he invoked by just walking in a room - overwhelming.

“I need something romantic,” I said, forcing myself to focus on the conversation, not on the effect of him.

“Romantic?” he scoffed. “Do I look like someone that spews romance like a damned fool? No.”

“Please?” I asked again, begging now. He stared at me with those cold eyes, making me uncomfortable. The clock ticked, counting the seconds until one of us gave in. Finally Ryder broke the silence.

“Fine. For Sub Club.”

I smiled. He could be an ass sometimes. But that’s why I loved him.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his jean-clad knees, taking his time. And I would give him all the time he needed. This man was dangerous. The ultimate badass. He could tear a man apart with one hand or make a girl melt with only one glance. He was the epic bad boy with not a care in the world. He had no rules and no boundaries. He cared for no one and nothing.

Except for Maddie.

She was the only woman that could bring him to his knees. His best friend. The love of his life. They were inseparable but I knew the world had tried to tear them apart.

And only succeeded in pushing them together.

“You ended the story too soon, Paige,” he said with a rough voice meant to scare me. “There was more, so much more that happened between Maddie and I.”

“I know…” I said. “But I had to stop somewhere, Ryder. The book couldn’t go on forever.”

“But my love for Maddie has.”

I opened my mouth to respond but no words came out. I mean, what do you say to that?

He pushed back his chair and stood up. Without missing a beat, he started pacing, wearing a path on my floor. Memories played out across his face. Darkness. Suffering. The hunger that ate at a person’s insides until they went mad. It was all there for me to see. He didn’t hide any of it. Finally he stopped in front of the window, staring outside, seeing another place. Another time.

“The day that the war hit, hell came to earth. Death and destruction were everywhere.” He paused. His throat worked hard to get his next words out. “But that hell gave me something. Something I can’t leave without. It gave me Maddie.”

With two strides he was back in front of me, resting his knuckles on my desk and forcing me to look up at him. “I spent weeks in that terrorist prison,” he said with disgust. “I was a dead man walking, full of bullet holes and almost beaten to death. But I thought of Maddie morning, noon, and night. It’s what kept me alive. The only thing that made me want to live.”

I didn’t say anything. How could I? What did you say to a man that had been shot and nearly killed? That had dragged himself - bleeding and dying - back home in the middle of a war-ravaged land. And for what? Just to get to Maddie. The only person he had ever loved.

He reached into his pocket, drawing my attention to his low-riding jeans that hugged his hips perfectly. “I came back home with something else besides those bullet holes and nightmares,” he said, pulling out a piece of paper that looked like it had been folded many times over. There was a red stain in one corner and black smudges in another. It looked like it had been to hell and back. But maybe it had.

“What is it?” I asked.

“A letter. Note, I guess. I wrote it when I was sitting in the terrorist camp.” He put the paper down on the table and pushed it toward me. “It’s for Maddie.”

Before I could respond, he picked his hat up from the desk and slapped it on his head, pulling the brim down low. His eyes blazed down at me, hidden in the shadows of the ball cap.

“Give it to Sub Club,” he said. “Tell them it was all I needed to let the person I love, the person I would die for, know how much she meant to me. I didn’t need candy or roses or a damn Hallmark card.” He pointed to the paper. “I just needed that.”

Without another word, he turned on his booted heel and walked out of my office, leaving nothing but a heavy quietness in his wake.

Slowly I picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it. Ryder’s long, elegant handwriting looked shaky, forced onto the page. I imagined him sitting in a makeshift prison, beaten, bleeding, and barely holding on. That place had almost broke him but I knew what was in that letter had made him live on.

Dear Maddie,
As I write this, my body is bleeding and my heart is hurting. I miss you, Maddie. God, I miss you so much.

I dream at night of pastures and slow moving creeks. The sun is bright and the air is warm. I can feel it on my skin, heating me from the inside out and making me feel alive. I see a girl with hair as dark as midnight, smiling at me in the sunlight. She is my best friend. My childhood playmate. She tells me to live and to never give up. Her smile alone makes me want to stay alive.

So I follow her, running through the tall grasses. I swim with her in the creek, watching as water runs over her body. I touch her and come alive. She is beautiful, perfection in my imperfect world. Just being near her makes me see things in a clearer light. She is everything to me.

That girl is you, Maddie. You are my heaven in this hell. You are my heart and soul. I ache for you. I crave your touch like a dying man craves a miracle. I want to hear your voice just one more time. I want to feel you next to me, whispering my name. It’s the only reason I want to survive. Each breath I take is for you. Each moment I stay alive is for you. Only you. I’ve begged God to take me home. Just take me back home to you…

But if he doesn’t, I will die a happy man. I’ve loved my best friend, loved her more than life itself. Time cannot change that and death will not take that away from me.

I love you, Maddie, with all of my heart.

Always and forever.

I love you…

Ryder

*See the blog post on thesubclubbooks.com