The Things We Leave Unfinished Novel Free

“No?” My eyes flared and my jaw locked. “No. This book is incredibly personal to this family-“ “It’s personal to me, too.” Shit. I might actually lose this one. I let go of the chair and rubbed the back of my neck. “Look, my mom was in a bad car accident when I was sixteen,…

“Feel better now?” Constance asked, lifting her dark eyebrows. “You’ve been holding that in all day. I think that might have been the quietest train ride we’ve ever had.” “I’m not going to marry him,” she repeated, snapping every word. Just the thought of it made her stomach churn. An older woman passing by shot…

She felt wildly off-center as he shut the door and took his place behind the wheel, his eyes meeting hers in the rearview mirror as he pulled out onto the road. … He wasn’t sure what to call that color of blue, but her eyes were stunning, and he was, well, stunned. They were the…

“Because I wasn’t exactly checking my email in the middle of the Andes, so yes, it’s the first time I’m seeing the new one.” The guy practically seethed as he picked up another Harrison book and held them up, side by side. Two different couples, same exact pose. I’d definitely stick with my selection, or…

The doors to the sitting room pushed open, and Mom came through, dressed for company. Her megawatt smile slipped when she saw me, then widened. “Gigi!” She opened her arms and gave me the two-second, back-pat hug that had pretty much defined our relationship. God, I hated that nickname. “Mom? What are you doing here?”…

“She’s not. She’s Ava Stanton-Thomas-Brown-O’Malley…or is it still Nelson? I can’t remember if you changed it back.” I lifted my brows in Mom’s direction. Mom flew to her feet and glowered. “Kitchen. Now.” “If you’ll excuse us for one second.” I flashed a quick smile at the duped publishers, then headed for the kitchen, because…

“He just pulled up.” Adam motioned to his Apple Watch. “Georgia, you sit. I’ll show our guest in.” Mom sprung out of her chair and rushed for the door, leaving the three of us in an awkward silence broken only by the steady tick of the grandfather clock. “So I met your husband at a…

Georgia My dearest Jameson, This is not our end. My heart will always remain with you no matter where we are. Time and distance are only inconveniences to a love like ours. Whether it’s days, months, or even years, I will be waiting. We will be waiting. You’ll find me where the creek bends around…