| Author: | Lane Martin | ISBN: | 9781537783345 |
| Publisher: | Lane Martin | Publication: | October 3, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Lane Martin |
| ISBN: | 9781537783345 |
| Publisher: | Lane Martin |
| Publication: | October 3, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Sifted is book #2 in the A Recipe for Love series, and is the conclusion of Emily and Declan's story. It is told from Declan's point of view.
I asked her to have hope, faith, and trust in us, and then I did the unthinkable: I left.
Now, it's time for me to return and to sift through the pieces that I left behind. I guess my nickname of the Irish Car Bomb is fitting because I went off and left bits of shrapnel behind. I just hope it's not too late to clean up the mess I made.
We only regret the chances we don't take, and honestly, my leaving had nothing to do with Emily—my lovely Lemon Drop.
When I left, I thought I no longer knew who I was. What I know now is that I'm nothing without her by my side. She is the biggest piece of me.
She loved me when I was unlovable. No, she never said the words out loud, either, but her love for me is something I've never doubted. I felt it, I know I did. I promised to be worthy of that love when I returned to her. I'm still not sure that I am, but I need it, and if she'll have me, I'll have her until death do us part.
I meant every word when I told her that my heart would always bring me back to her. She is my home. She is my everything. My yesterday, my today, and my tomorrow.
Sifted is book #2 in the A Recipe for Love series, and is the conclusion of Emily and Declan's story. It is told from Declan's point of view.
I asked her to have hope, faith, and trust in us, and then I did the unthinkable: I left.
Now, it's time for me to return and to sift through the pieces that I left behind. I guess my nickname of the Irish Car Bomb is fitting because I went off and left bits of shrapnel behind. I just hope it's not too late to clean up the mess I made.
We only regret the chances we don't take, and honestly, my leaving had nothing to do with Emily—my lovely Lemon Drop.
When I left, I thought I no longer knew who I was. What I know now is that I'm nothing without her by my side. She is the biggest piece of me.
She loved me when I was unlovable. No, she never said the words out loud, either, but her love for me is something I've never doubted. I felt it, I know I did. I promised to be worthy of that love when I returned to her. I'm still not sure that I am, but I need it, and if she'll have me, I'll have her until death do us part.
I meant every word when I told her that my heart would always bring me back to her. She is my home. She is my everything. My yesterday, my today, and my tomorrow.
