Phantom Heartstrings (Heartstrings, #3)
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fear was something happening to my children, my husband, or my marriage. The
moment that my worst fear became my reality is overwhelming.
I was wrong. I
handled it badly. I don’t know what happened. I lost control of my mouth. I said things I
shouldn’t have and worst of all didn’t mean. I
wanted him to hurt. I wanted him to stop hiding behind the “life goes on” attitude. I
wanted him to be angry and sad and just feel a fraction of what I’ve felt in
this loss. I was selfish. I wanted someone to blame and yell at, and now, I
think I’ve broken him. I think it’s done. He’s done. The
fear of losing my husband has become a reality I never imagined it would be,
and it’s because I emotionally drove him away.
I close the
journal. I can barely see the words on the pages through the tears streaming
from my eyes. I’ve cried more tears in the past few weeks than I think I’ve cried in my
entire life. When I think it’s not possible
to cry anymore, more come in spite of it.
plays over and over in my head. Even in sleep, I can’t escape the
argument. When my eyes close, it’s worse. It’s like a
horrible show on repeat. I cringe, seeing the look on his face when I told him
how I was feeling. I was just being honest. It was time—long overdue,
actually. But I didn’t just tell him. I yelled it to the moons. I’m not even
sure at this point I believe some of the things I said, yet I said them. Does
that make it the truth? Does it make it hurt any less?
I’m cuddled up
in the chair in the library afraid to go to our bedroom. Afraid that when he
finally comes to bed I won’t be able to
keep myself from going to him. From
comforting him and seeking his comfort. The biggest issue I see is that I’m unsure of
how it’s come to us being on different teams? We’ve
consistently been unified on all major issues. Why is this so different?
I sit staring
at the white shelves full of my favorite books. Books that at one point I loved
to read to escape. However, over the years, finding time to be ‘me’ has been a
challenge. I’ve morphed into a mom, a wife, and a friend who has left nothing left
for me. I’ve forgotten myself. I don’t even know
who I am right now.
Drake was my
constant. When the pressures of everyday life overwhelmed me, I could escape into
him. I used his strength. I found solace within him through our connection, and
that has held me together. I’ve now made my
husband, my best friend in the world, my enemy.
days ago, I lost everything. Our connection that created five little miracles
now scares me. It’s too powerful. It hurts too much. His touch makes my skin feel
electrified. It makes me forget the bad, the hard times, the stresses. I can’t forget.
Forgetting is losing my miracle all over again.
OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES
Tied Up in Heartstrings (Heartstrings, #1)
Purchase now for .99 cents!I thought my life would forever be defined by tragedy. The happily ever after I thought I had, ended prematurely and painfully. My daughter and I were stuck in a fog of self-preservation, afraid to believe that there wasn’t more pain waiting for us in the ‘real world’. Just the thought of allowing myself to embrace happiness and take a risk in order to feel that all-consuming love again is terrifying. And I’m not sure I would be able to survive if it all went away again. But… what choice do I have when I’m tied up in these heartstrings? I could cut the ties and run. Or I could take a chance on someone that my heart once yearned for and hope that he knows how to untangle the fear that holds my heart hostage.
Mending Heartstrings (Heartstrings, #2)
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Just when my life seemed manageable, I’m thrown radically off course by “the one”. “The one” I wasn’t expecting. “The one” I never knew I wanted. “The one” who single handedly holds the key to the tattered lock safeguarding my heart. Letting someone into my protected sanctuary will only serve one purpose - intentional infliction of pain and heartache… and I’m positive I’m not capable of handling that.
New Rules: 1. Avoid LOVE at all costs. 2. No complications. 3. I will not become ‘dick’matized by the hotshot guitarist. It was only a no-strings attached weekend. 4. The lyrics he writes may seem magical, but it’s a façade. Lyrics can’t mend broken heartstrings – no matter how strong my heart swells with his words.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Felicia Lynn, author of The Learning Curve series and Heartstrings series, is a transplanted Florida girl, born and raised, who lives just north of Atlanta, GA. She spends most of her days holed up in a cozy chair with her laptop, writing about the characters that live in her head. When she’s not writing, you’ll find her hanging out with her family and friends or interacting with her readers and fellow book lovers on social media! She loves traveling, reading, live music, baseball, good food and great company.
Felicia writes contemporary romance and co-wrote The List, a mystery/suspense book she collaborated on with professional poker player, Chris Bell.