From the Embers

by Aly Martinez

“You’re all I have left, Bree. And dammit, you were his too.”

I was done pretending I didn’t want Eason on levels that had not one fucking thing to do with our shared tragedies.

Being in love with Eason Maxwell was the easiest thing I’d ever done. I’d spent so many years trying to build the perfect life with the perfect husband, the perfect kids, and the perfect company. But mastering the perception of perfect isn’t the same as finding genuine happiness.

I knew down to the marrow of my bones that Bree had been born to be mine. Our bond might have been forged through tragedy, but our love flourished through patience, genuine respect, and understanding.