Always (Two Hearts, One Soul Duet: Book One)
by London Saint James
312 pages
Published April 6th 2017 by LSJ Romance
International bestselling author London Saint James’ first
installment from Two Hearts, One Soul Duet is the epic tale
of abiding love, heart-wrenching loss, and an astonishing
bond that will find a way to endure.
Winter Perri never truly understood love until she met Austin
Carlyle—the man who would rock her world to its foundations
and give her something to believe in. But the night before
they were to be married, the fairytale shattered.
Carlyle—the man who would rock her world to its foundations
and give her something to believe in. But the night before
they were to be married, the fairytale shattered.
Thirteen years later Winter is pulled out of her seclusion only
to have a painful past confront her, and when it does, she’s
left questioning reality, because the impossible is looking
back at her with the face of a destroying angel, and piercing
eyes in too familiar shades of blue.
to have a painful past confront her, and when it does, she’s
left questioning reality, because the impossible is looking
back at her with the face of a destroying angel, and piercing
eyes in too familiar shades of blue.
Oh my God! Damn what
a book. Now that I composed
myself I think I can honestly review this book now.
This book
this extremely well-crafted.
It has a good flow and is easy to
read.
This book is about
winter Perry. In her great love for Austin.
I need to warn you. You will need a
full box of tissues for this
book. It is a sweet and wonderful stories love,
Los and love
again. But halfway through this book, tragedy strikes. And if
you're a sappy person like me you'll be crying so have those
tissues handy the
love winter has for Austin is true soul
mates kind of love. A love that she
thought she would never
feel again. But then something truly amazing happens
and
I won’t say what but I was like holy hell when I read the
bonus scene. And
a little ticked off at one character in the
book as he knew all this time he
knew. I need book 2 now
London's site say June and I cannot wait.
Now before I ruin
this for you I will leave off here. I hope you
enjoy this book as much as I
did. If you do like this book,
please consider leaving a review. The Authors
really like it
when you do; they value your opinions too
Ms. Cynthia Fines and Mr.
Scott Linton Perri
request the honor of your presence at the marriage of
their daughter
Winter Shae Perri
to
Austin Wells Carlyle
son of
Dr. Wells Bennett Carlyle and Dr. Judith Carroll Carlyle
Saturday, the 20th of December at eleven in the morning
Saint Thomas Church
Fifth Avenue, New York
request the honor of your presence at the marriage of
their daughter
Winter Shae Perri
to
Austin Wells Carlyle
son of
Dr. Wells Bennett Carlyle and Dr. Judith Carroll Carlyle
Saturday, the 20th of December at eleven in the morning
Saint Thomas Church
Fifth Avenue, New York
The invitations read in
elegant, black script.
I’d graduated from college and just turned twenty-two. Austin was twenty-three. And yes, in just a few weeks, we were having a wedding.
Sitting on the third finger of my left hand stood a three-carat ring with three square-cut diamonds encased by emeralds, with more diamonds embedded in the band. It was more money than should have been spent, but Austin said it was a diamond for every year we had been together and the emeralds matched the color of my eyes.
Who could argue with that?
The night Austin proposed to me was not only a surprise but one of the best nights of my life. He’d taken me to the East Village Theater—something not out of the ordinary—we’d been there many times before. In fact, it was the place he took me on our third date.
What was out of the ordinary? The place was vacant.
Walking in the dim light down the long aisle, passing row after row of empty seats, I glanced up at Austin. “There’s no one here.”
He smiled down at me. “I know.”
“What’s going on?”
As though I’d asked the magic question, one beam of streaming light hit a gold-encrusted table up on the darkened stage and glittered.
I focused on the table. It was part of a stage set I’d seen once, sitting in Juliet’s bedroom when Romeo entered in through her window.
“Is this your way of telling me you’re the lead in a new Romeo and Juliet play?”
Austin chuckled but didn’t answer as he led me up on the stage and over to the table.
On top sat a single pink rose with a dazzling ring shimmering in the light that had been tied to the long green stem with a red silk ribbon.
My hand went to my mouth.
I was speechless and more than likely wide-eyed when Austin picked up the rose, untied the ribbon, took the ring into his hand, bent down upon one knee, then handed me the flower.
With shaking hands I took it.
He quoted a scene from Romeo and Juliet, only he’d said my name not Juliet’s as the sun.
Taking my left hand in his, Austin looked up at me from beneath his long, black lashes with eyes the color of sapphires. “Winter. I’m in love with you. I cannot imagine one day without you in my life, so I was hoping you would do me the honor of becoming my wife. Will you marry me?”
Reacting to the moment, my eyes began to overflow with tears. They streamed down my cheeks, dripped off my chin, and hit my hand in his in a sprinkle of abundant joy.
“Yes,” I said.
Austin placed the ring on my finger and kissed it. “I love you.”
He returned to his feet, his face beaming as I sniffled out, “I-I love you, too.”
I’d graduated from college and just turned twenty-two. Austin was twenty-three. And yes, in just a few weeks, we were having a wedding.
Sitting on the third finger of my left hand stood a three-carat ring with three square-cut diamonds encased by emeralds, with more diamonds embedded in the band. It was more money than should have been spent, but Austin said it was a diamond for every year we had been together and the emeralds matched the color of my eyes.
Who could argue with that?
The night Austin proposed to me was not only a surprise but one of the best nights of my life. He’d taken me to the East Village Theater—something not out of the ordinary—we’d been there many times before. In fact, it was the place he took me on our third date.
What was out of the ordinary? The place was vacant.
Walking in the dim light down the long aisle, passing row after row of empty seats, I glanced up at Austin. “There’s no one here.”
He smiled down at me. “I know.”
“What’s going on?”
As though I’d asked the magic question, one beam of streaming light hit a gold-encrusted table up on the darkened stage and glittered.
I focused on the table. It was part of a stage set I’d seen once, sitting in Juliet’s bedroom when Romeo entered in through her window.
“Is this your way of telling me you’re the lead in a new Romeo and Juliet play?”
Austin chuckled but didn’t answer as he led me up on the stage and over to the table.
On top sat a single pink rose with a dazzling ring shimmering in the light that had been tied to the long green stem with a red silk ribbon.
My hand went to my mouth.
I was speechless and more than likely wide-eyed when Austin picked up the rose, untied the ribbon, took the ring into his hand, bent down upon one knee, then handed me the flower.
With shaking hands I took it.
He quoted a scene from Romeo and Juliet, only he’d said my name not Juliet’s as the sun.
Taking my left hand in his, Austin looked up at me from beneath his long, black lashes with eyes the color of sapphires. “Winter. I’m in love with you. I cannot imagine one day without you in my life, so I was hoping you would do me the honor of becoming my wife. Will you marry me?”
Reacting to the moment, my eyes began to overflow with tears. They streamed down my cheeks, dripped off my chin, and hit my hand in his in a sprinkle of abundant joy.
“Yes,” I said.
Austin placed the ring on my finger and kissed it. “I love you.”
He returned to his feet, his face beaming as I sniffled out, “I-I love you, too.”
·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠· London
Saint James ·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt
“at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and
settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee.
London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks
he owns them. As an award-winning, bestselling author,
London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the
scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those
clamoring characters running around in her head would pay
off someday
“at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and
settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee.
London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks
he owns them. As an award-winning, bestselling author,
London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the
scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those
clamoring characters running around in her head would pay
off someday
Thanks so much for reading and reviewing, Always.
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