Everything in Me Everything and Always Book 2 by Mia Echo Genre: Contemporary Romance
To say Harlow screwed up big time is an understatement. She had been young and scared, and she let that fear get the best of her. She left the man of her dreams, the only man to ever love so passionately, so desperately, the only man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with…all because she was afraid of her father’s reaction. Max had been one of the guest speakers for Harlow’s studies, one of her teachers. She wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him, but who can argue when fate arises? When she had to leave quickly, Harlow was so overcome by fear that she didn’t even take a minute to think about the consequences of her actions. Not only did she break her own heart by leaving, but also his. Could Max ever be able to forgive her for that? When he shows up unexpectedly for the big family dinner one weekend, it looks like she might get her chance to find out. Letting go of the fear of her father’s reaction is easier said than done, but if it means having a second chance with Max then surely it would all be worth it, won’t it? What will happen when the two most important men in Harlow’s life finally come face to face? But it’s not her father alone she has to worry about. Harlow has a secret. It’s a big secret, an important life-altering secret. If she thought Max wouldn’t forgive her before, now he’ll probably hate her for life. Even if Harlow explains, even if she apologizes, could it ever be enough? Goodreads * Amazon
His Everything Everything and Always Book 1
When you’re the only girl growing up in a family full of soldiers, it’s hard to find a date, let alone true love. Either your family scares the guy off, or the dating pool is slim pickin’s because you know how a real man should act and won’t settle for less. All I wanted was to find a man I could start a family of my own with, but I never imagined how quickly I’d fall in love or how quickly I could lose it all to be his everything. Goodreads * Amazon
Mia Echo is an author who loves love. Strong women deserve strong protective men. Mia specializes in insta-love stories with an erotic twist that will tug at your heart strings and make you melt in the best ways possible. Mia is from a small town in the US and she loves to introduce you to new characters and their stories. Through twists and turns, and ups and downs, Mia proves that love really can conquer all. When she’s not steaming up the pages of her next work in progress, she’s spending time with her family and friends. Website * Facebook * Facebook Group * Amazon * Goodreads
Harlow:
Putting my key in the lock when I reach my apartment, I’m surprised to find the door is
unlocked. Did I forget to lock it behind me before I left for my appointment? Cautiously, I open
the door little by little. Peeking my head in once the opening is wide enough, I notice the
lights are on in my tiny kitchen. I know I turned those off before I left. The open concept of my
apartment allows me to see my living room next. I jump when I see a person sitting on my
couch, but quickly recover as I realize who it is. Taking a deep breath, I clutch my chest before
saying, “Fuck. Dad, you’re gunna give me a heart attack.” Walking in, I toss my keys and purse
on the counter, but I don’t set the ultrasound picture down. I can’t quite let go of it yet. Then I
turn my attention to my father who is currently sitting like a statue. He’s quiet for a long
minute. Just staring at me, searching my face. Does he know? How could he? I haven’t
told a soul, aside from my doctor and his staff. I haven’t even told my sister yet. His
expression seems so serious, so intense. My earlier levity evaporates as he continues to
stare at me. “Dad you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?” Shaking his head, he laughs
humorlessly. “What’s wrong? You’re asking me, what’s wrong?” Confused, I look around the
room as if the answer is written somewhere on the plain blank walls of my apartment.
Bringing my gaze back to his, I wait, hoping he’ll put me out of my misery and just tell me.
When I don’t respond for another long minute, he sighs heavily. “A father knows when
his baby girl is hurting.” Looking into his eyes, really looking for the first time, I can see the
pain and worry there. My misery is clearly causing him pain. “You haven’t been the same
since you came home. It’s like someone stole all the joy from your eyes and replaced it
with a storm cloud so strong it’s pulling you down and I don’t know how to help you. I’d do
anything for you baby girl. You just gotta let me in. I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.” His
voice cracks as he says the last sentence. I can’t help the tears that pool in my eyes at the
sound. Closing my eyes, I let the tears fall. I know I have to tell him what he doesn’t want to
hear. I’m terrified of what he’ll say. What he’ll do. I can’t bear the thought of him being
disappointed in me. The moment he sees my tears, he’s off of the couch and rushing to my
side. Wrapping his arms tightly around me, he rocks me back and forth saying, “Shh, I’ve got
you baby girl. I’ve got you.” The dam I had been doing such a good job of holding in place
breaks as the comforting feeling of my father’s arms seeps into my cells. “It hurts so much.” I
sob into his chest. His arms tighten around me as my body shakes with each sob. Silently
offering his support, he lets me cry until I have nothing left. Several minutes later, I take a
stuttering breath. Lifting my head off of his tear-soaked chest, I sniff a couple of
times before looking up. “You may wanna sit down, Daddy.” I whisper before pulling
away fully. Running his thumbs gently under both eyes to clear my tears, my father nods. He
grabs for my hand to lead me into the living rooms but the ultrasound picture is in the way.
Lifting my hand so he can see what I have clutched so powerfully in my hand, his eyes harden
and his jaw clenches as he sees what it is. I wait as the anger flows through him. The muscles
in his arms tighten and I worry he’ll start yelling before I can explain. His chest starts to rise
and fall faster as his breathing accelerates. “Who?” He demands through clenched teeth.
“That’s not important.” I say shaking my head. “The hell it’s not!” He booms. “I broke his
heart.” Taking a deep breath it feels so much more real as I say the words out loud. “I love him
and I broke his heart.” My father’s eyes soften slightly at the pain in my voice. With the
wounds open, I can’t stop the break down from coming in a second wave of agony. My
father’s strong arms catch me as my knees buckle, never letting me fall. Carrying me over to
the couch, he holds me as I attempt to purge myself of the pain. Pain I caused. Pain I’ll have
to learn to live with
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