Can’t Let Go
A Georgia Boys Novel
Book One
Chrissy Brown
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Date of Publication: July 19, 2018
ISBN: 978-1717837547
Number of pages: 301
Word Count: 55000
Beau
She is beautiful, probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, but she's damaged. Her a-hole exboyfriend broke her. I still want her. I can show her that all men aren't the same. That I'm different. But time isn't on my side, I've only got a few weeks to make her mine before she's gone forever.
Mallory
He's everything I need to stay away from, handsome, cocky, and irresistible. I try to resist him. I really do, but he's relentless. Against my better judgment, I give in and let him have me. All of me. I should have known better.
Can’t Let Go is a heart-warming love story about Beau, a country boy with a heart of gold, and Mallory, a woman scorned. The timing couldn’t be more wrong, but sometimes someone walks into your life and you just can’t let them go.
Two days. It’s
been two days without Mallory, and I’m going fucking crazy. I miss her so much
it hurts. I didn’t know it was possible to fall for somebody so fast and so
hard. It sucks; being alone sucks.
Days are hard.
Nearly every place I go triggers a memory, but nights are even harder. Every
time I close my eyes I see her face. Her heart breaking over and over again in
my dreams. I don’t know if my memories are becoming clearer as time goes on or
if my mind has started filling in the blanks. My nightmares get so bad I can’t
sleep unless I black out.
Every breath
hurts, every movement, even something as simple as getting out of bed in the
morning is a struggle. The guilt of knowing how much I hurt her and the
loneliness I feel inside eats me alive.
I spend my days
wondering what she’s doing.
Is she okay?
Is she still
crying?
Is she curled up
on the couch watching Mama Mia and trying to forget me?
Is she out
drinking herself to death like I am as I try to block out the pain?
Or, the worst one of all, did she get over me
and move on to someone new? I think that thought tears me up the most. I know
we haven’t been apart long, but the phrase “to get over someone you have to get
under someone else” haunts me.
Thinking about
her in some other man’s arms, his lips kissing her soft skin, his hands roaming
her body, makes me sick. The only thing
that helps numb the suckiness that has become my life is the whiskey.
I grab the
bottle of Jack beside my bed and take a swallow, then chase it down with
another and another until the pain doesn’t hurt quite as much. But no matter
how much I drink, there’s always a dull ache that is Mallory.
She enjoys the simple things in life, like cuddling on the couch watching movies with her family, reading, Netflix, and beach trips. She reads two to three books a week, but favors stories with strong women, true love, and steamy scenes.
When Chrissy is not sitting at her computer, fantasizing about gorgeous country boys, she is teaching third graders how amazing books are...and writing, and math. She has also been an amature wedding photographer and a CNA (to which she gives kuddos but says never again.)
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