Blurb:
It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.
Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.
It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.
It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.
But we can’t start here.
No, to tell this story right, we need to go back.
Back to the beginning.
Back to the very first drop.
This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.
Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.
It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.
It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.
But we can’t start here.
No, to tell this story right, we need to go back.
Back to the beginning.
Back to the very first drop.
This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.
My Review
THEY SAY TIMING IS EVERYTHING, and I was beginning to learn that timing was everything but kind to Jamie and me.
I stayed up late last night consumed and drunk on this book. I couldn't put it down, I had to finish it. This was one of those books that reminded me just why I read, why I love books so much. This was one of those books that reminds just how complicated and messy love can be, how you can get drunk on it and lose yourself to the addiction. It was raw. It was full of angst and just what I needed.
Words don’t get written from a heart that’s never felt. They come from pain, from love, from unspeakable depths — and they were my only release.
For B and Jamie timing was always off. This is their story and it spans years. Throughout this book I both loved and hated them at times. I wanted to shake them and tell them to get it together. But that is the thing about love. Usually you have to fight for it. You have to want it bad enough to make it happen. I feel like this one of those times where I want to tell you about Jamie and B's story, but I won't. That's because you need to experience it. You need to fall in love and get your heart broken with Jamie and B. You need to experience it with them Yes, this book is angsty, yes, this book includes cheating, but damn if this book isn't worth it. Read it. You won't regret it. It is one that I won't soon forget.
My heart was broken — completely, utterly shattered — and I liked the way that pain felt.
I stayed up late last night consumed and drunk on this book. I couldn't put it down, I had to finish it. This was one of those books that reminded me just why I read, why I love books so much. This was one of those books that reminds just how complicated and messy love can be, how you can get drunk on it and lose yourself to the addiction. It was raw. It was full of angst and just what I needed.
Words don’t get written from a heart that’s never felt. They come from pain, from love, from unspeakable depths — and they were my only release.
For B and Jamie timing was always off. This is their story and it spans years. Throughout this book I both loved and hated them at times. I wanted to shake them and tell them to get it together. But that is the thing about love. Usually you have to fight for it. You have to want it bad enough to make it happen. I feel like this one of those times where I want to tell you about Jamie and B's story, but I won't. That's because you need to experience it. You need to fall in love and get your heart broken with Jamie and B. You need to experience it with them Yes, this book is angsty, yes, this book includes cheating, but damn if this book isn't worth it. Read it. You won't regret it. It is one that I won't soon forget.
My heart was broken — completely, utterly shattered — and I liked the way that pain felt.
5 STARS!
About the Author:
Kandi Steiner is a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from the University of Central Florida living in Tampa with her husband. Kandi works full time as a social media specialist, but also works part time as a Zumba fitness instructor and blackjack dealer.
Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies).
When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.
Connect with Kandi:
KandiSteiner.com
www.facebook.com/KandiSteiner
www.twitter.com/KandiSteiner
Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies).
When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.
Connect with Kandi:
KandiSteiner.com
www.facebook.com/KandiSteiner
www.twitter.com/KandiSteiner
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