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Little Dove The Redenzione Series Book 1 by Perryen Livingston Genre: Romantic Suspense

An emotionally gripping story about love, family secrets, and self-discovery. A single test was all it took to turn my world on its axis. The life that I had and the life that I knew nothing about, would soon collide. Love and hate, truth and lies, bitterness and rejection, redemption and clarity- would I find my truth? I am Talyn Rose Easton-Galiano and this is my story of who I was, who I became, and ultimately who I am. They say that life is stranger than fiction… but they don’t have my life. Goodreads * Amazon

Perryen Livingston is a Southern-raised, Sicilian born, self-proclaimed rebel Belle. She is a lover of espresso, great books, all things Chanel, and Great Danes. Perryen spent two decades traveling the world with her Air Force husband and two sons. In 2016, she finally was able to put down roots in Central Florida— the land of sunshine, beaches, and Disney. Always one who needed to be creative to thrive, whether it be ballet or fashion design— Perryen knew her next adventure lay between the pages of a novel, her novel. When she’s not writing, Perryen lives the domestic life wifein’ and momin’: lint-rolling dog hair off her signature-style black leggings, walking around barefoot, and spending time relentlessly loving on her family. Little Dove is her first book in The Redenzione Series and will have two more books to follow. You can stay up to date on what’s happening next by following her on social media. Facebook * FB Group * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

I’m lying in bed, half paying attention to something on Netflix, when Gracen comes into our bedroom. I
know he’s there, I feel his presence. I just can’t turn over and acknowledge him.
“You’ve given up. You aren’t the Taly I know and love. Have you even noticed that I haven’t gone away
on any jobs lately? I can’t leave you alone.”
“I’m not suicidal, Gracen. I’m sad.”
“I didn’t say you were suicidal but you have cut yourself off from people in your life who love you. You
hang out in your PJs all day.”
“I shower!”
“Yeah, you shower but you take off one set of PJs and put on another pair.”
That does it! How dare he minimize my pain. The crying starts and I really hate crying. I cried enough
during my teen years that the well had all but dried up. I’m not a crier by nature but I do happy cry and
sappy cry at those Hallmark movies that are so cheesy but good. I don’t have to stay here and listen to this
shit. I’m off the bed in a flash and in my bathroom—away from him. I strip out of my aforementioned
PJs, turn the shower to scalding and step in. I stand under the rainfall shower head until my legs give out
and I sink to the floor—back against the shower wall, knees to my chest, head in my hands. I’m sobbing
so hard that it’s hard to breathe.
“I’m coming in.” Why can’t he let me cry in peace without an audience? Go away, Gracen.
“Fight, Talyn. Fucking fight. This is not who you are, dammit! Fight!”
“Don’t you think I know that, Gracen? I fucking hate this. I hate who I’ve become. I’m not some weak
fucking person who cries on the bathroom floor. I don’t fucking lie down and die. I hate that I took that
fucking test. I fucking hate it. Fuck!Fuck! Fuck!”
“Finally. Fucking finally, there is my wife. I love you, Talyn Rose Easton-Galiano. The good, the bad…
remember? This will not break you. You cannot let this destroy who you are.”
“I’m so, so sorry, Gracen. It might get worse before it gets better but I’m going to fight like hell to find
my way back.”
“Good. Get dressed in real clothes. We need to be somewhere.”