Until We Crash - Michele G Miller Page 0,99

the goal." His face comes closer to the screen. "Forever, Jessica. Don't ever doubt it."

The truth is, I have no doubts. Whatever comes our way, Carter Cooper will go to the ends of the earth to make me happy, and I'll do the same for him, and that is the lesson I've learned over the past six months: love isn't a lie. Love is real, unconditional, and when two people are willing to sacrifice for the chance to be together, love heals the past and paves the way for a better future.

The end

I hope you enjoyed reading Jess and Carter’s story. You can find Jules and West’s story in the From The Wreckage trilogy, and Cassie and Austin’s story is After the Fall.

Looking for something with a little comedy? Continue reading for an excerpt from my romantic comedy

LAST CALL

SYNOPOSIS

When college senior, Savannah Guthry receives an invitation to her cousin’s wedding back home in Charleston, South Carolina, her first thoughts aren’t of flowers and dresses. Instead, she's reminded of the groom: her first love.

Determined to show up and dazzle not only her ex but her spoiled cousin too, Savannah allows her friends to set her up on a series of humorous blind dates looking for Mr. Right.

Enter Gage, an Australian bartender with a front row seat to Savannah’s dating woes. As the wedding draws near and prospects run low, Savannah realizes that sometimes you find love in unexpected places. And sometimes you find more than you bargained for.

A debutante. A bevy of blind dates. An Australian bartender. And a stalker. Dating has never been so complicated.

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Friday - April 12, 2013

The Invitation

A 6x9-inch cream envelope and some swirling calligraphy started it all.

I stepped into the small house I shared with my two roommates and found the offending envelope propped against an empty glass vase on our dining table. Next to the envelope was a bright yellow sticky note with Sara’s chicken scratch:

Wine is chilling and dinner is on us <3

This was the first indicator the envelope was bad news.

Indicator two? The three missed calls and voicemails from Momma stored on my phone. She never called during my school hours, yet today she’d tried and failed to reach me three times. When she didn’t catch me by voice, she resorted to text:

Momma: Darling, call me on your way home. Everything is fine here. I have wonderful news from Mary Anne to share.

Momma considered texting beneath her. The text was a warning sign.

Bad news indicator three? One name, two syllables: Mary Anne.

And finally, as I flipped over the envelope skillfully hand addressed to Ms. Savannah R. Guthry, I found indicator number four in the proudly displayed return address stamped along the sealed envelope's back. That address was a dead giveaway as to whom this event was for. As if I hadn’t connected the dots already.

First things first, I dropped the envelope back on the table, strolled down the long hallway to my room, and stripped out of my clothes. My mood improved as I slipped on my favorite comfy outfit and piled my dark hair into a messy bun. Phone charger in tow, I returned to the front of the house where I plugged in my phone, grabbed a glass of the aforementioned wine, and plopped myself into a chair with the offending envelope.

For a good twenty minutes, I chewed on my lip and sipped on my wine. Then, curling my legs beneath me, I opened it.

A gold wax “G” stamped into the heavy paper sealed it. I chuckled. The Guthry family certainly spared no expense when it came to a wedding for one of their own. Yes, it contained a wedding invitation. I’d bet my life on it, and I hadn’t looked inside the envelope yet. Slowly—as though a snake, or Mary Anne herself, might jump out at me—I removed the card. I indulged in one long sip of wine before reading the words.

Mr. and Mrs. Grantham E. Guthry

Request the honor of your presence

At the marriage of their daughter

Mary Anne Guthry

To

Mr. Daniel Edward Livingston, III

On Saturday the Fifteenth of June

Two Thousand and Thirteen

Country Club of Charleston

Charleston, SC

Daniel Edward Livingston, III—the boy with the crystal blue eyes and windblown blond hair. My chest tightened at the memories. Then, nothing as the man he was swapped places with the man he’d become.

My gorgeous, southern, spoiled cousin was marrying my first love.

No big deal. It was bound to happen eventually. I could be happy for them, couldn’t