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I was warned about Tristan Cole. "Stay away from him," people said. "He's cruel." "He's cold." "He's damaged." It's easy to judge a man because of his past. To look at Tristan and see a monster. But I couldn't do that. I had to accept the wreckage that lived inside of him, because it also lived inside of me.

Graham Russell and I weren't made for one another. I was driven by emotion; he was apathetic. I dreamed while he lived in nightmares. I cried when he had no tears to shed. Despite his frozen heart and my readiness to run, we sometimes shared seconds. Seconds when our eyes locked and we saw each other's secrets. Seconds when his lips tasted my fears and I breathed in his pains. Seconds when we both imagined what it would be like to love one another.

There once was a boy, and I loved him. Logan Francis Silverstone and I were complete opposites. I danced, and he stood still. He was quiet while I ran my mouth. He struggled to find a smile, and I refused to frown. The night I saw the darkness that truly lived inside of him, I couldn't look away.

I've had many moments in my lifetime, moments that changed me, challenged me. Moments that scared me and engulfed me. However, the biggest ones - the most heartbreaking and breathtaking ones - all included him. I was 10 years old when I lost my voice. A piece of me was stolen away, and the only person who could truly hear my silence was Brooks Griffin. He was the light during my dark days, the promise of tomorrow, until tragedy found him. Tragedy that eventually drowned him in a sea of memories.

There are many reasons I should have handed in my resignation the day I met my new boss, Hudson Case. First off, he's the reason I lost my first waitressing job. Secondly, he's gruff, grumpy, and another inconvenient g-word... gorgeous. And to top it off, he's my good friend's dad. Oh, and did I...

Did I plan to marry the single mom I've wanted for years on a drunken whim in Vegas? No. Do I regret it? Heck no! Bella Patel might think we're just friends, or that I'm nothing but a playboy pilot, or even that this marriage is only a temporary charade... but I'm hell-bent on proving her wrong. If she's skittish and stubborn, then I'm dependable and determined. So, when her scumbag baby-daddy threatens her, and she asks me to double down on our ruse, I'm only too eager to comply. My condition? For her and her daughter to move in with me. You know, for "optics."

He talks smooth and kisses even better, but musician Sanjay Thomas can no longer live by his "hit it and quit it" motto. His past has caught up to him like an eighteen-wheeler with a massive payload—and it's not pretty. Sanjay never expects to fall head over heels in love with superstar author Celeste Francois. Now, fifteen years later, he's got to face the music with her—and explain the lie he committed so her career could flourish.

Momente. Die Menschen erinnern sich vor allem an Momente. Denn das Leben ist eine Summe aus einer unendlichen Anzahl von Momenten. Manche sind grausam und voller Erinnerung an nicht vergangenen Schmerz. Manche sind unglaublich schön und voller Versprechen, die auf einen besseren Morgen hoffen lassen. Ich habe in meinem Leben viele solcher Momente erlebt. Momente, die mich veränderten, die mich herausforderten. Momente, die mir Angst machten und mich in die Tiefe rissen.

Es gab einmal einen Jungen, den ich liebte. Logan Francis Silverstone und ich waren das komplette Gegenteil. Ich tanzte, er stand still. Er brachte kein Wort heraus, ich hörte nie auf zu reden. Er konnte sich kaum ein Lächeln abringen, während ich zu keinem einzigen finsteren Blick fähig war. Doch in der Nacht, als er mir die Dunkelheit zeigte, die in ihm tobte, konnte ich nicht wegsehen. Wir waren beide zerbrochen und zusammen doch irgendwie ganz. Alles an uns war falsch, und doch fühlte es sich irgendwie richtig an.

Er küsste mich, als würde er ertrinken. Er küsste mich, als wäre ich für ihn, wie die Luft zum Atmen. Alle hatten mich vor Tristan Cole gewarnt, mich angefleht, ihm aus dem Weg zu gehen. "Er ist ein Monster, er ist verrückt, und er ist tief verletzt, Liz", hatten sie gesagt. "Er ist nichts als die hässlichen Narben seiner Vergangenheit." Doch was sie alle ignorierten, war die Tatsache, dass auch ich ein bisschen verrückt und tief verletzt war, dass auch ich Narben hatte.

Eine Liebe wie nicht von dieser Welt. Graham und ich waren nicht füreinander bestimmt. Und doch hatten wir zusammen unsere höchsten Höhen erreicht, und waren zusammen in die tiefsten Tiefen hinabgestürzt. Seine Luft war zu meinem Atem geworden, sein Boden war meine Erde. Die Flammen seines Herzens waren mein Feuer und seine Tränen mein Wasser. Sein Geist wurde zu meiner Seele. Und dennoch war nun der Moment gekommen, Abschied zu nehmen. Teil 4 der Romance-Elements-Reihe von Bestseller-Autorin Brittainy Cherry.

College student Melissa Sanders, who has vision and hearing loss, seems to be unavoidably present wherever danger threatens in fictional Iandale, New Hampshire. Missy is just trying to help her friends. Her roommate, Zoe, is haunted by her unknown past through a recurring nightmare. Their dorm maintenance man, angry with God, has a granddaughter who is transfixed by fire. Missy knows that Alex has some dark secret he just won’t share.