And, if you haven’t picked up Finding Emma yet, you can do that here: Amazon
So, after taking a little time to put a solid outline together, I’m back to work on Carry You Home. You might remember I said in September that I’m basically taking the plots I had outlined for books 2 and 3 and combined them into just one book, and that’s still happening. Right now, I’m almost finished with part one (which is where book 2 would’ve ended) and getting ready to start part two (which is obviously where book 3 would’ve picked up). Given where part 1 ends, I feel really confident in the decision to combine the stories into one book. I can’t even imagine the flood of panicked emails I’d get about when the next book would be out, so the good news is this: part 1 will probably rip your heart out, but part 2 will put everything back together again.
I don’t have an official cover reveal or release date yet, but I’m hoping to release Carry You Home at the end of December or very early January. I will definitely keep you all posted so you can take advantage of pre-ordering!
That being said…since it’s #TeaserTuesday and all, here’s an exclusive sneak peek at the prologue to Carry You Home:
I honestly have no idea if you’ve been getting my letters. I think I just want to believe you’re reading them, so I just keeping writing. It’s weird being in here, where time pretty much stands still, and knowing that life just keeps moving forward without you. Honestly, writing these letters to you is the only thing that keeps me sane. The only thing that makes me feel normal. The only thing that makes me feel close to you.
If you’re not reading this, I guess I can’t blame you. If I were you, I don’t know if I’d be reading this either. I’m such an idiot, Iz. I know I’ll never be able to say that enough. I don’t deserve you and I deserve to be exactly where I am. Hell, I’m not even worth this piece of paper I’m writing on right now. I’m kinda surprised they even gave me a pencil.
I miss you, Iz. I miss your smile. I miss your laugh. I miss the way you always bite down on your bottom lip when you get nervous. I miss how soft your hair is when I touch it. I miss your lips. I miss your eyes. I miss the way you used to look at me. I miss everything, Iz.
I wish you would visit, but I get why you won’t. I wouldn’t want to visit me either. I think if we could see each other face to face, maybe we’d be able to talk this through, and I’d be able to explain better than I’ve been able to in my letters. You know I’m shit with words, but this is all I’ve got right now. I wish there was another way I could reach out to you, to talk to you, but since you won’t take my calls and you won’t visit, you’re just going to have to get used to me sending you these letters.
I know what I did. I know how much I hurt you. I know there’s nothing I can say or do that will ever make it better, but I’m going to keep trying. Please don’t give up on me.
Love you always,