Author: Ella Fox
Published by Self-Published
Release Date November 22, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
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When Ronan Sharpe unexpectedly left Colorado for parts unknown, he took a piece of Keely Carmichael's heart with him.
After leaving his hellish roots behind him, Ronan found contentment when he started over. Thoughts of the past had been pushed down for so long; he hardly thought about it at all.
He intended to keep it that way.
When unexpected circumstances force Ronan to return to Colorado, the Keely he finds is no longer the adolescent girl he remembered. Torn between desire and fear, Ronan struggles with his feelings for Keely and his need to escape the town that scarred him so deeply years ago.
Letting go is all Ronan's ever known. Will he realize a life with Keely is something he should hold onto at any cost?
Cover Photo & Design: Sara Eirew Photographer
Cover Models: Mike Chabot & Marilou Genest
Letting go is all Ronan’s ever known.
Will he realize a life with Keely is something he should hold onto at any cost?
Find out in All That’s Left to Hold Onto by Ella Fox!
There were bruises on his cheek and jaw, his lip was swollen and his knuckles were bloody. The second I got a good look at his face I’d known something was horribly wrong. It only went downhill from there.
My attempts to hold back my tears weren’t working. Choking back a sob I blubbered, “Why do you have to go?”
The anger was all but pouring off of him. Not toward me—I didn’t think he’d ever once been angry with me—but it was more than obvious he was furious about something. A permanent grimace seemed to have set up camp on his face. For him, it was highly unusual. Even in the toughest of times, he kept his cool. Suddenly, he wasn’t calm at all. He was angrier than I’d ever seen him. It was obvious he’d been in a fight, but it didn’t change his status as the most attractive guy alive, in my opinion.
I saw his jaw clenching and unclenching as he tried to control himself. “Because this piece of shit town is like a fucking cancer,” he spat. “I’m so done with the crazy assholes around here. People like us aren’t the norm—we’re the freaks for trying to be good people.”
I didn’t know how to argue with his words. He wasn’t wrong—there was a lot wrong with many of the people in our town. I knew it and so did he. There wasn’t a response to erase what the reality was.
“Are you going alone?”
His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he nodded stiffly. “Yes.”
“Even though you live with—“
He held up his hand to stop me from finishing the sentence.
“Don’t say her fucking name. If I never hear it again, it’ll be too soon. I don’t live with that crazy bitch anymore.”
It wasn’t a problem because I couldn’t stand her because she was an evil troll. If he had to go, I was glad he wasn’t taking her with him. It would’ve made me ill.
“Where will you go?”
He gestured over his shoulder and back toward the street with his thumb.
“Wherever my car takes me once I pull out,” he said.
I couldn’t imagine life without him, nor did I want to. Not only had he been my crush for as long as I could remember, he was the only person who ever really listened to me.
“Will you ever visit?” I asked hopefully.
He was shaking his head in the negative before I’d even fully finished asking the question. I knew he wouldn’t. The bone-deep hatred he had for everything about where we lived was stamped all over his face. I wanted so badly to know what, exactly, had sent him over the edge, but when I asked, he’d refused to tell me.
It sucked being fourteen because he treated me like a kid. My age said I was a child, but I was so different than any of my peers it wasn’t even funny. Because of this, they teased me often, referring to me as Granny Carmichael. I hated it. It wasn’t as though I’d had a choice. My childhood was over the moment my mother got sick.
His expression softened as he watched me. “You need to get back inside before you get pneumonia.”
The frigid Colorado air wasn’t even making an impression on me until he pointed it out. I realized my tears were leaving cold trails on my face, but I couldn’t walk away. All I cared about was how much I didn’t want him to leave.
“I don’t care about the cold or getting pneumonia. I don’t want you to go!” I cried anxiously.
He hugged me then, his strong arms wrapping around me to give comfort. I hadn’t hugged him since I’d been much younger—probably fix or six. Those hugs had mostly involved me wrapping myself around one of his legs. This was different. I wrapped my arms tightly around him and cried against his chest, holding on for as long as he allowed me to.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he ended the embrace and stepped back. “I have to leave.”
Knowing all of my denial and resistance weren’t going to make any difference, I swiped at my tears as I nodded.
“I’ll miss you,” I said on a choked sob. “Take care of yourself.”
“I’ll miss you too,” he replied softly. “You’re one of the few good people here.”
My heart galloped in my chest. I loved him for saying what he did—but hated that it came at such a horrible price. Losing him was unbearable.
He turned as if to leave, then stopped. Spinning back my way, he stared at me intently for a few moments before he spoke again.
“You’re so much better than any of these people. Don’t ever let them change who you are. The world needs a lot more you and a lot less them. No matter what anyone tells you—you’re perfect. Got it?”
I nodded as I wiped at the tears running unchecked down my face.
He hugged me again, very briefly. My heart skipped a few beats when he dropped a kiss on top of my head.
“Don’t ever forget your worth—not even for a minute,” he murmured.
When he let go, he said nothing else. He just turned and walked to his car. As he went, the chill in the air suddenly took hold of me. Hugging my arms around myself, I watched as he got into the car, turned it on and then pulled out of my driveway. He looked at me one last time before putting his hand up in a goodbye gesture. I did the same. A few seconds passed before he put the car in drive then sped off into the night.
I stayed outside for two or three minutes, hoping against hope he would change his mind and come back.
Of course, he didn’t.
Hours later when I got into bed, I prayed fate would bring him back one day. I said the same prayer most nights for a long, long time. Eventually I had no choice but to accept reality.
Hell would freeze over before he returned.
Note from the Author
As an author, I struggle with the thought of becoming “stale.” I don’t want to write the same story 845 times. I’m known for erotic romance, yet there are other stories in my arsenal just waiting to be told that really can’t be classified as “erotic”.
About two years ago while listening to one of my favorite U2 CD’s, one of the lyrics jumped out at me.
“Hanging on- You’re all that’s left to hold on to”
Later that night, the first chapter of All That’s Left to Hold Onto was written. I worked and I tweaked until the moment I walked away because Ronan is not an Alpha. Don’t get me wrong- he’s a man in a way MANY aren’t (once you read the book, you’ll understand)- but he never says the typical Alpha, “You’re mine,” or “That pussy is mine,” kind of thing. (I normally write alphas, which means I have NO problem with them at all 🙂 ) But the Ronan in my head has never been that guy.
He’s not all that dissimilar to Dante Hart. When the rest of the world walks out, these men walk IN.
Thinking it over, I’ve concluded that most of my characters are caregivers. Solid people who choose the road less traveled. These men and women stay true to their moral principles. Mostly. (Sigh… Except for Killian Brandt who kind of broke my streak, lol)
Anyone who’s ever read my books has very likely deduced that I believe strongly in fate and I love children. I also believe that love heals. Ronan, Keely and Emma’s story is a testament to that.
All That’s Left to Hold Onto is a love story. There are sexy scenes, but the real message behind this book is that there’s ALWAYS a choice.
I think you’ll love Ronan and Keely’s choice. I can’t wait to get this into your hands!