The
promises you keep reveal who you are and define who you want to be...
With senior year
of college just a breath away, Beckham and Grayson, brothers by fate,
battle against their fears and surrender to their hearts'
bidding—consequences be damned; while Addison and Avery, sisters by
blood, learn that in romance, all you need is love—except for when
life is way more complicated than that. Written in each of their
perspectives, The Promises We Keep tells the story of a couple joined
together and another split apart. As they make plans in preparation
for life after college in the “real world,” they are each
challenged with the reality that love can conquer all; but only if
they choose to let it, which is never as easy as it sounds.
Grayson
She slays me. When she opens the door, the effect she has on me is
comparable to being sacked on the football field—no joke. Every
time I see her, whether the time lapse is a day, a week, or five
minutes, it’s the same. She’s just so freaking beautiful. She’s
identical to my best friend’s girl. They’ve got some crazy
attractive combination of ethnicities happening, making them both
unique and worthy of a double take. I think their dad is a mix
between African American and some sort of French Canadian background,
while their mom is of Pacific Islander decent. Avery always says that
their mother is to thank for her long black hair. I do her one better
and thank God for their mother, their grandmother and their
grandfather, too. For a while, I couldn’t tell the difference
between Avery and Addison. I’d always found them attractive, but
because I couldn’t tell them apart, I never thought to pursue
anything, from fear that I’d end up hitting on Beck’s girl. Then
I got to know them—and while they are a lot alike, they are also
incredibly different. Not that my ability to tell them apart mattered
at that point. By the time I realized that I liked her as more than a
friend, it was quite clear that she deserves far better than the
likes of me... But that doesn’t mean that I can’t look. She’s
more than a foot shorter than me; and even though I know she’s got
her own little bit of strength, evident in her toned muscles gained
from years of running and carrying that cello of hers, she’s so
petite and delicate. Sometimes I wonder how her personality fits
inside of her small frame. She’s incredibly talented, with a focus
and determination that seems to be a reflection of my own. She can
also be really shy, which I find to be just downright adorable. Then
she’ll get really passionate about something and you can’t shut
her up. But she’s always kind and genuine.
R.C.
Martin is a born and bred Coloradan. While she now resides in
Virginia, her home will always be in the land of the Rocky Mountains,
where she’s left a piece of her heart and where her characters come
to life. As a woman in love with love and filled with compassion for
young women on a journey to find themselves in today’s society, she
aspires to inspire her readers to do more than settle. She hopes that
her writing will remind, or perhaps teach women that they are
valuable and worthy of the best kind of love—the kind that is
gentle, patient, faithful, passionate, all consuming, never ending,
and leaves them breathless.
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