The sequel to Carry Your Heart and the conclusion to Caleb and Isabelle’s story…
Release Date: February 9, 2016
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Everything is going as planned, for the most part. With school, the club, and new responsibilities on the horizon, the life Caleb and Isabelle imagined tog
ether is so close they can taste it. But their happiness is also a fragile one–all it takes is one wrong turn, one stupid decision and their happily ever after shatters all over the highway.
Because as old threats resurface and new ones rise, the most deadly enemy of all lies not in outside forces, but inside the club itself. How do you follow orders when you know those orders might destroy everything you love? How do you move forw
ard when all your best-laid plans slip right through your fingertips?
Choice breeds consequence. Hope rises from the ashes. Love weathers any storm. And in the end, every road leads home.
**Carry You Home is not a standalone and is the sequel to Carry Your Heart. It is intended for readers 18 and older**
From the prologue:
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,