Excerpt

Bo and Regan leaned against the bar, casually talking as they sipped beer. I tugged Georgia’s arm.

“Come dance with me,” I said into her ear.

“I don’t dance,” she mused.

“You’re full of shit. I’ve seen you at our shows.”

Georgia could be counted on, at any show she attended, to get the crowd moving.

She grinned. “This is Sean Paul. You guys have a slightly different flavor.”

“Just come!” I laughed and she followed.

I caught Willow’s eye as she stepped to the front of the controls and took over the beats for the club. She grinned and started playing a mashup I knew she’d been working on in the studio. Rap and Reggae beats blared from the speakers.

Georgia and I worked our bodies to the beats, and I was jealous of the way her curves moved with each step she made. She exuded sensuality with a simple shift of her hips. Still, I used what I knew I had and let the music move me.

“Don’t turn around,” Georgia arched her eyebrow and looked over my shoulder, “but somebody’s liking the way you move.”

Thinking she was teasing me about Bo being behind me, I quickly whipped around. Biting my lip as sexily as possible, of course. I was nearly knocked backward by the shock that awaited me.

“Beckett?” My eyes bulged as I struggled to believe what I was looking at. Who.

“November Blue.” He grinned with the sly confidence he’d embodied since he was far too young to know what to do with it.

In the tick of a second I was tossed back to high school, and my first time.

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Everything stopped in the most cliché way possible, and all I could see, hear, and feel was him.

As I sit here and mull over all the thoughts running tirelessly throughout my brain, I don’t even know where to begin. How do you explain a book, no, a series, that has touched you so profoundly? To explain the literary stylings of a writer so talented that the words literally fly off the page? To explain characters that don’t just exist on paper, but came alive in your heart and soul? And now that it’s over, where do you go from here?

We’d spent more than two hundred days on the road in the last year, but here inside the warmth of his kiss, I always found where I was supposed to be.

To grasp the depth of emotions that I am grappling with at this moment, it’s best to go back to the beginning. It was about eighteen months ago when I discovered a little known book called Ten Days of Perfect. I knew nothing of the author nor the book, just that the cover was pretty and the synopsis drew me in. As is par for course for me, I flew through the book, devouring the characters and words as if it were my last meal, and I craved more. It was then that my love affair with everything indie and Randall began. I wasn’t very involved in the literary social media community at the time, and only belonged to a Nook group. The admin of that group noticed I read the book and introduced me to Randall’s Readers, a zany collective of people who loved her books as much as I did. Through this group I was exposed to a whole new world that I never knew existed. I met people that will be friends for life, and I discovered my love for all things blogging. It was through this group that my eyes were opened to the existence of authors and books I otherwise probably never would have heard of. So like Bo & Ember, I too was on a journey, and it all started with one little book.

That’s how it always felt with Ember and me. In the middle of a crowded bar or sitting alone on the beach. It was always just us.

If a journey is what the other books in the series can be described as, the phrase that fully encompasses this final installment would have to be full circle. I can think of no better way to describe it. There is no huge catalyst trying to rip our couple apart, no, there’s just life and each other. If you thought these two had grown in the years since we’ve gotten to know them, you haven’t seen anything yet. In fact, I dare say until this book is over, you haven’t even scratched the surface of the man that is Bo Cavanaugh. Randall allows us to peel back all the layers, laying him before us bare, for the entire world to see. Just when you think you couldn’t fall more in love with a character, she proves you wrong. The things this man speaks to her, the way he loves her so completely and honestly; it made my soul weep tears of bliss. Here you have a man, who by all rights should have long ago given up on life; hell, life certainly gave up on him. But through the love of a good woman, his woman, he puts the pieces back together. Because through her and through himself, he has unwavering faith that everything will be okay. It’s this unwavering faith that carries him throughout the entire book, and trust me, there are going to be times when he needs it.

Sometimes support means being a set of ears and strong arms.

I’ll be the first to admit; I’m not a religious person, not in the organized sense of the word anyway. That being said, I can appreciate the fact that many people do, and I enjoy reading the inner workings of it all immensely. There are many types of faith that occur throughout this book and every single one will bring you to your knees. There is one specific chapter, towards the end, and trust me, when you read it you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about. This chapter…just…there are no words, there were just tears. Like I said, you don’t have to be devout to appreciate the magnitude of it all. It’s powerful and overwhelming and heartbreakingly beautiful. Written in a way that only Randall can achieve, it will touch the blackest of hearts and before you know it you are writhing in a puddle of your own tears. Faith plays an essential part of this book, but not always in the ways you may think. Faith in a higher power, faith in each other, faith in yourself.

There was a dark storm brewing in Bo’s soul that he never let see the light of day. The thing about storms is, they rarely go quietly into the good night.

There’s just something about this couple that within a few paragraphs you realize you are witnessing a once in a lifetime love. It’s a love that is portrayed so realistically, so honestly, that you almost feel as if it should be illegal to be privy to it. Certainly love like this doesn’t exist in real life, right? The beauty of Bo & Ember’s story though, is that it not only makes you believe, but opens your eyes to see the true love in your everyday life. They force you to face hard truths and view the world without rose colored glasses. They insert hope into your heart and crack it wide open, allowing the feels to fly in. These aren’t just fictional characters; they are living, breathing souls that now have residence deep inside you. Randall gives this gift of her words freely for the world to experience, displaying her literary soul bare and open to interpretation. You’ll be hard-pressed to find characters with the depth that she so effortlessly achieves. The world of Bo & Ember doesn’t just happen every day.

She had always been confident and classy, but there was this fierce serenity about her that screamed woman, and it was hot.

I guess this is the point where I have to come to a close. I feel like I’ve said so much and not enough simultaneously. Though their story has come to a close, they’ll never leave our hearts. And I know that in the future, when I am missing their connection, I need look no further than my bookshelf, and there they’ll be. Waiting patiently for me to enter their world again. It truly is heaven when they’re home.

Bo’s spot as my soul mate wasn’t revealed through chance glances or years of missed chances. It was inside of one song. In the music.

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I’ll leave you with my final farewell to Bo & Ember. Have tissues ready!

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