Published on 7-28-2015 Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Rachel Myers never meant to stay in the small town of Payton. Her eyes are set on bigger things than waitressing at Clark’s Bar. She wants to perform on a stage of her own with bright lights, fame, and fortune. But her dreams seem too far out of reach and so she stays put, content with the love of her boyfriend, Joshua Clark. He’s a good man, a solid rock she can depend on. She wants that to be enough, but it hasn’t quelled her yearning for the big city.
Josh has never loved anyone the way he loves Rachel and he dreads the day she might leave him. He’s happy in his small town home. Running the bar that has been in his family for two generations is a dream come true. He couldn’t be happier with his life…until one night, a city boy from Hollywood promises Rachel a record deal and destroys everything.
Jumping at a chance she never thought she’d have, Rachel leaves Payton. And Josh. But the sparkle of Los Angeles is not all it’s cracked up to be, and Rachel quickly figures out that some sacrifices are not worth the risk. Is she too late? Will Josh forgive her, or has her desire for fame ruined the best thing she’s ever had?
Sometimes you have to say goodbye before you can say forever.
My heart squeezed tight at the sight of him–my towering man with his hangdog frown.
“I–” I pointed behind me. “It’s time for me to go.”
“Yeah.” Josh stared at the floor as he slowly moved toward me.
“I’ll call you when I get there.”
Damn, I was going to miss that deep voice–the soft, husky sound of it.
His pale blue gaze hit me, making me feel everything from guilt to despair. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t say anything. He’d always struggled to talk about his feelings. I guess I just instinctively knew most of them, and as much as I wanted it, I couldn’t expect gushy prose.
I needed to get the goodbye over with.
Stepping forward, I rose to my tiptoes and brushed my lips against his. “I’ll see you, Josh.” My voice wavered, tears burning my eyes as I spun for the door.
I yanked it open and headed for Parker’s car.
My boot heel dug into the ground, and I turned to face my man. His large, grizzly bear body strode over to me, his jaw set tight and determined. He stopped right at my feet and pulled a note from his pocket.
“What’s this?” I took the one-dollar bill from him.
“I want you to buy me a postcard,” he croaked. “Find me one of a sunset or something.”
My song–“Picture Postcards From L.A.”
Well, ain’t that just the sweetest thing.
Tears lined my lashes as I clutched the note in my hand. “I’ll sign it with love forever more.”