Once upon a time I promised this wonderful up and coming author that I would pimp her new release, the second in a series called The Art of Falling. Then I got sick. Really, really, really sick and I missed the email with the media kit and missed the deadline and all that shtuff. Then I felt bad...and sad...so I'm hoping that the phrase "it's better late than never" will apply here and all will be forgiven; mostly because I just loved the first book, Love Nouveau. So, without further ado, I present to you the cover reveal and prologue for the upcoming Love Abstract, by author B. L. Berry.
Things aren't always what they seem.
Things aren't always what they seem.
And in the light, Sleeping Shadows awaken and truths are exposed.
Love...
I love you.
Of all the lies he ever told me, that is my favorite.
I love you.
Of all the lies he ever told me, that is my favorite.
Deceit...
Phoenix isn't who he thinks he is.
He is what he hides.
I know that now.
Phoenix isn't who he thinks he is.
He is what he hides.
I know that now.
Lies...
His lies became so real he started to believe them,
deceiving even himself.
His silence lies, too.
His lies became so real he started to believe them,
deceiving even himself.
His silence lies, too.
The truth won't set you free. It will destroy you.
Love is deceptive like that.
Love is deceptive like that.
Phoenix
It all started with a
little white lie.
A lie of omission, if
you want to be technical.
But somewhere along
the way, that little white lie turned into a massive, gaping black hole,
mercilessly sucking in every facet of my life bit by fucking bit.
I’ve done everything
I can to protect Ivy, to keep her out of my screw up. But one day she’s going
to find out. And I know I need to tell her before someone else does. I need her
to understand. I need her forgiveness. I need her to hear the sincerity in my
words, my apology.
I can only hope that
Ivy is open-minded and understanding enough to accept my past transgressions as
she’s accepted her own. She has to accept me as I accepted her, fuck ups and
all, right?
Ivy knows I’m not
myself. I haven’t been myself in what feels like years. She can see the guilt
of an unnamed crime written all over my face, but for whatever reason, she
chooses not to say anything. Maybe she’s terrified of what the truth will
bring?
She should be.
And frankly, so am I.
The demons of my past
haunt me every fucking day. I wish things had unfolded differently. I never
imagined that one decision could ever bite me in the ass like it has. But I
can’t turn back time and rewrite the past without changing the course of my
present … my future. The choices I made ultimately led me to her. And she is
all that is good in my life …
The one thing going
right.
And I won’t give that
up without a fight.
The streetlight
streaming in through the cracks in the blinds is just enough to illuminate our
bedroom. I’ve been awake for hours; my mind racing to all the dark places I
hate visiting.
I sit up, careful not
to stir Ivy. Her hair cascades across her pillow. She looks so beautiful when
she’s asleep. There’s no worry in her face, and she is just at peace with the
world. Everything about this woman was created specifically for me. I can watch
her for a single moment and easily find one thousand new things I love about
her.
Over the past few
weeks, I’ve perfected the fine art of quietly escaping our bedroom. I
stealthily make my way to the door and slowly turn the handle. I look back over
my shoulder and watch her sigh in her sleep. She’s snoring softly, and I just
know.
I know that this is
it.
She is it.
Most guys would never
admit the moment they knew they wanted to marry the love of their life.
Then again, I’m not
most guys.
I’m just an asshole.
Quite possibly the luckiest asshole in the history of assholes.
And who knows how
long my luck will last.
Because today is
going to be the day I come clean and tell her what happened.
And this time I mean
it.
About B.L. Berry
B.L. Berry is many
things. A New Adult author. A self-proclaimed music whore. A long-course
triathlete. A marketing savant. And a full-time working mom. While there are
never enough hours in the day, she does the best she can to get things done and
hopes for technological advances in human cloning.
When she’s not hiding
behind her computer writing, you can find her spending time with her family or
catching up on her favorite TV shows. Rumor has it she’ll sleep when she’s
dead.
She is Canadian by birth.
Mexican by marriage. Chicagoan by heart. Kansan by choice. Jayhawk purely
by common sense.
Residing outside of
Kansas City, she lives with her husband, two children and black pug. Each day
her family thanks the makers of e-Readers, because without which they would be
living amongst stacks and stacks of romance novels. Conversely, each day B.L.
Berry thanks the makers of e-Readers for hiding her book-hoarding tendencies.
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/blberryauthor
Twitter: @BLBerryWrites
Instagram: @BLBerryWrites
Love Nouveau on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22912916-love-nouveau
Love Abstract on Goodreads:
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