Heathen & Honeysuckle (Pacific Shores, #1)

by Sarah A. Bailey

I don’t have ghosts, but I have wolves, a commanding presence that controls every aspect of who I am.

“I haven’t found anyone I want to give a piece of my soul to yet…and I don’t want to take anything from someone else that I’m not willing to give back,”

“You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

I stare at her, because I wasn’t lying when I said she was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t just mean people. I mean everything. In comparison to the sky, the stars, the flowers, and the trees, even the ocean waves—she outranks them all.

I press another kiss against the top of her head, thanking all my lucky stars for my girl of gold.

Distance is finite. It can be conquered. But you and I, honeysuckle, we are infinite.

“I’ll write you a love letter every day for the rest of my life if you just come home, honeysuckle. Stay with me.”

And you know what’s more powerful than fear, sunshine? Love. Love is brave. Love is courageous. That’s terrifying to people who are incapable of it.

“You’re an angel,” I whisper. “An angel and her demon.” She sighs against my lips. “A heathen and his honeysuckle,” I respond.