Release: A Standalone Friends-to-Lovers Romance

by Aly Martinez

Genres: Contemporary Romance; Romantic Suspense; Friends to lovers

Synopsis

Growing up, Ramsey Stewart branded my soul in ways time could never heal.

At twelve, he asked me to be his girlfriend.
At thirteen, he gave me my first kiss.
By sixteen, we’d fallen in love, planned a future together, and had our eyes set on the horizon.

Love never fails, right?
But for Ramsey, it did.
Love failed him.
I failed him.
The entire world failed him.

At seventeen, Ramsey was convicted of killing the boy who assaulted me.

Move on, he wrote in his first and only letter from prison.
Start a new life, he urged.
I don’t love you anymore, he lied.

There was no such thing as giving up on Ramsey. Love may have been our curse, but he was mine—then, now, and forever.

So here I am, twelve long years later, waiting for a man I don't even know to emerge from between the chain link gates.

Release date: January 4, 2020

Publisher: Independently published

Print pages: 285

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Sample

Prologue

 

Thea

 

 

Twelve years, eight months, three weeks, four days, twelve hours, and thirty-seven minutes.

 

That was how long it had been since my heart took a single beat without a searing pain piercing through my chest.

 

That was how long it had been since my future exploded, leaving me on my knees, lost in the wreckage.

 

That was how long he’d been gone.

 

I lifted my gaze from my watch as Nora’s car slowed to a stop at the guard station. The corrections officer took our driver’s licenses, and Nora prattled off all the usual answers about why we were there. It was the same old song and dance. One I knew well after…

 

Twelve years, eight months, three weeks, four days, twelve hours, and thirty-eight minutes.  

 

He pressed a button to lift the metal arm and we drove around the corner to the second guard station. That was where my familiarity of the process ended.

 

I’d never been allowed through the second gate, despite the fact that I’d spent two hours every other week sitting in my car in the parking lot. This time was different though. Nora wasn’t there for a visit. And I wasn’t there to warm the chill in my veins knowing he was somewhere nearby.

 

“Breathe,” Nora ordered after the guard had instructed her to follow the road around to the side of the building.

 

I couldn’t breathe though. I could barely keep my heart beating. Vital functions were no longer involuntary but rather an arduous task that made every inhale feel like I was pushing a boulder up a mountain.

 

He was in there. My Ramsey, the boy who had branded my soul in ways time could never heal.

 

Tears flooded my vision as I imagined the seventeen-year-old with chocolate-brown eyes and shaggy hair. Ramsey didn’t look like that anymore though. He was almost thirty now, but I still dreamed of him as the tall, lanky boy who had once held me in his arms and loved me with his entire being.

 

For us, love was the original four-letter word.

 

I was in fifth grade the first time we heard, “Ramsey and Thea sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” We were told first comes love, then marriage, then a baby in a baby carriage. No one mentioned that love would also be the most devastating emotion we would ever experience.

 

As I got older, I heard people preach that love is patient and love is kind. And I could have jumped on that train if the Bible verse didn’t also contain the biggest lie of all: Love never fails.

 

For Ramsey, it did.

 

Love failed him.

 

I failed him.

 

The entire fucking world failed him.

 

Love was a curse. Make no mistake about it.

 

But Ramsey was my curse. And there was nothing that could change that. Not even twelve years, eight months, three weeks, four days, twelve hours, and forty, no…forty one minutes.

 

Since the judge had banged his gavel, I’d been counting down every excruciating minute leading up to that very moment. Now that it had finally arrived, I was utterly terrified. The what-ifs of our reunion ricocheted in my head like a symphony of nightmares I couldn’t escape.

 

I had faith though. What Ramsey and I shared was not a light switch that could be turned on or off at will. Our bond was sewn into the very fabric of our lives. Without Ramsey Stewart, there was no Thea Hull. That wasn’t because of some twisted codependent obsession.

 

I didn’t need him in order to breathe.

 

I didn’t need him in order to smile.

 

I didn’t need him in order to be happy.

 

But under those parameters, I didn’t exactly need my left arm, either.

 

I wanted him beside me every morning as the first ray of the sun warmed my skin.

 

I wanted his contagious laugh echoing in my car as we drove out to the hayfield—sometimes to make out, sometimes to sit in unbelievably comfortable silence together.

 

I wanted to travel the world with him before settling down to have a family the way we had always planned.

 

Bits and pieces of Ramsey were intertwined in everything I’d ever wanted in life. He was my family. My best friend. The yin to my yang. The heart to my beat. But in the years since he’d been locked away, everything had been on hold. I’d grown up. Gone to college. Started my own business. But nothing was ever the same without having him there to experience it with me.

 

That wasn’t the way it was supposed to have happened.

 

We were supposed to get out of Clovert, travel the world hand in hand.

 

Instead, we’d been forced to wait twelve years, eight months, three weeks, four days, twelve hours, and forty-two minutes to start our lives together.

 

My stomach rolled and my hands shook with a unique mixture of grief, guilt, and pure exhilaration. Over the years, I’d labeled it as the Ramsey Stewart trifecta. For too long, it had devoured me each time someone mentioned his name. And for a small town in Georgia with nothing better to do, people loved to mention his name.

 

They’d heard what had happened. They talked. They judged. They made up lies.

 

But I knew the truth because I knew Ramsey better than anyone else.

 

Nora and I lived a quiet life together. We’d bought a house about half an hour away from our old neighborhood. She was a proud first grade teacher, and I’d opened a successful internet travel agency in the small space next door to my father’s barbershop. We were two independent women, neither of whom needed a roommate. But since the day we’d lost half of our hearts, Nora Stewart had never left my side.

 

I pretended it was because she’d lost her big brother and needed someone to lean on, but I knew she was there to take care of me. I told her almost every day that she didn’t have to. She ignored me. Just like her brother would have.

 

A puzzle of tan buildings surrounded by chain link fences and barbwire came into view as we made our way up the hill.

 

He was in there.

 

Oh, God, he was in there.

 

“Thea, stop. You’re making me nervous here,” Nora said, pulling into a parking spot in the virtually empty lot.

 

“I can’t stop. He’s coming home.”

 

“I know,” she whispered, shooting me a smile that looked so much like his that it caused a sharp pain in my chest. “It’s almost over.”

 

It wasn’t though. He was being released three years and some change early and would have to spend the next thirty-six months strictly adhering to the conditions of his parole.

 

But he’d be free.

 

And he could come home.

 

And he could be mine again. Twelve years, eight months, three weeks, four days, twelve hours, and forty-three minutes, and he could finally be mine again.

 

“What time is it?” I asked Nora, physically unable to drag my eyes off the chain link gates.

 

“Twelve thirty.”

 

God, how was I ever going to get through another thirty minutes of torture? I was exhausted and my entire body ached, but I was so damn close to pressing play on my life again. After pulling the visor down, I busied my trembling hands by smoothing my long, brown hair. I’d done the best I could with concealer to hide the bags under my pale-green eyes. It was a lost cause. Sleep had been a fruitless effort in the weeks since I’d found out he was coming home.

 

Nora let out a sigh. “Listen. I want you to be prepared for—”

 

“Don’t say it,” I clipped, closing the visor.

 

Her brown eyes sparkled in the midday sun. “You don’t understand. He’s changed. A lot.”

 

“We all have.” I was far from the sixteen-year-old tomboy he’d once dated.

 

Hell, he was probably going to have a heart attack when he saw me in the navy-blue maxi dress I’d chosen simply because it hugged all the right curves. Though, curves or not, the way I looked had never mattered to Ramsey before, and I didn’t suspect now would be any different.

 

“You need to be realistic here,” Nora warned.

 

I turned in my seat to give her my full attention. “I am being realistic.”

 

“Thea—”

 

“Don’t. Not today. I don’t need a lecture right now about how we’re not teenagers anymore. I get it, okay? Things have changed.” I tapped my finger over my heart. “But not in here. In here, nothing will ever change. So please. Give it a rest and let me have today.”

 

Her face got soft. “I just want you to be happy.”

 

I smiled and, for the first time in as long as I could remember, it breached the numbness and warmed my skin. “I know, and this is easily the best day of my entire life. We can be nervous. We can be excited. But no more worrying. I’m going to be fine. We’re all going to be fine from here on out.”

 

She smiled, entirely unconvinced, but she loved me enough not to argue.

 

This wasn’t the end of a fantasy where we lived happily ever after. It was going to be a hard transition for all of us. When Ramsey had been locked up, Nora had been fourteen, I’d been sixteen, and he’d been seventeen. Back then, we’d been invincible for no other reason than we’d had each other. But for the last decade, we’d been forging our own paths. Ones I was desperate to finally merge back together.

 

With Ramsey back, time could finally start again. No more countdowns. No more hollow seconds passing without him. No more hiding under our tree, crying and pleading for the boy who had stolen my heart to suddenly appear.

 

No. Those days were gone.

 

In mere minutes, a man I no longer knew—but had never stopped loving—was going to emerge from between the chain link gates. I’d never been more ready for anything in my entire life.

 

I stared down at my watch, the minutes passing with the agonizing speed of millenniums. while Nora fidgeted beside me. We didn’t talk. There were no words left to say.

 

Sometime between thirty minutes and five hundred years later, movement caught our attention.

 

And then time officially stopped.

 

I could live forever and I’d never forget the moment when those gates opened, revealing the most gorgeous man I would ever see. That had more to do with the fact that it was Ramsey than the way he actually looked.

 

He was taller than I remembered. Clean shaven, and his hair was short. With a garbage bag thrown over his shoulder, lean muscles showed beneath his plain white tee. The lanky legs that had once carried me on his back anywhere I wanted to go were stretching the thighs of the jeans I’d helped Nora shop for a week earlier. But none of that, not one damn part of that, was why my lungs seized and my throat closed.

 

He was smiling—a pure and genuine Ramsey Stewart special edition I had missed every single day for over twelve years. A sob tore from my chest as I slapped a hand over my mouth and stared at him.

 

Not in cuffs.

 

Not in a prison jumpsuit.

 

Not locked behind bars.

 

My Ramsey was finally free.

 

Nora climbed out of the car first, tears already falling from her eyes. And at the sight, her brother’s smile grew tenfold.

 

His full lips moved in the pattern of, Hey you as she jogged toward him. The second he got close enough, she jumped into his arms. He laughed, holding her to his chest, her feet dangling off the ground. It was hard not to be jealous.

 

Sucking in a sharp breath, I collected myself and gave them a moment for their private reunion. Seeing him with her, grinning with so much pride and adoration—it made my nerves momentarily calm. The longing only grew. When I couldn’t force myself to wait any longer, I threw my door open and climbed out.

 

It took him several beats to notice me, but like I’d been hooked up to a set of jumper cables, I felt the shock down to the core of my soul when his dark gaze landed on mine. His back shot straight and surprise robbed me of his smile. His jaw got hard, and a mixture of agony, shock, and fury mingled in his handsome features. This was more than likely what he had dubbed the Thea Hull trifecta.

 

“What the hell,” he rumbled in a raspy voice I would have recognized anywhere.

 

That fool. It was as if he’d really thought I wasn’t going to show up on the day he was finally released.

 

Nothing could have kept me away.

 

Not his first and only letter from prison lying to me that he didn’t love me anymore and urging me to move on.

 

Not twelve freaking years of him ignoring all of my correspondence and blocking me from visiting.

 

Not the overwhelming hatred I felt for him because he’d ruined us in ways he’d sworn he never would.

 

Not even because he’d turned his back on me when I’d needed him the most.

 

Yet there I was twelve years, eight months, three weeks, four days, thirteen hours, and thirteen minutes later, waiting for him just like I’d promised.

 

Because unlike him, I knew how to keep my word.

 

So yeah. I was pissed off at Ramsey Stewart with the fiery passion of a woman who had spent over a decade trapped in hell. But as he dropped his bag, turned on a toe, and tried to get back inside the gates, I finally got to say the words that had been devouring me from the inside out for the better part of my life.

 

“I fucking love you too, asshole!”