Until November (Until, #1)

by Aurora Rose Reynolds

we all have a past. Some of it beautiful and some ugly,”

“I fucking knew it.” He claps his hands. “So the Mayson curse is real. Fall in love on sight and all that bullshit.” I want to laugh. From the time I was young, my father and grandfather told me and my brothers that we were cursed. They said that we would only find one love. When we met the woman who was ours, it would be like an explosion. Nothing else would matter but her. We all thought it was bullshit. Now I’m not so sure.

“If I’m your woman, as you put it, then you’re my man. Relationships work both ways. They give and take. It’s called compromise.