The jilted lover.
Their worlds collide.
Fate intervenes twelve years later and their paths intersect once again. All three will question whether the heart is truly capable of dividing and being divided; each will decide whether it matters who you loved first or who you love last.
Together they will learn that in the end, there can always only be one.
Alex, Jesse and Isabel. This book was filled with love and angst and was just as good, if not better than the first one in this series.
happy to say that we get more closure through this book for Alex and Isa’s relationship. Jesse, although I didn’t care much for him, he gets to grow up and get his happy ending too.
let her go, even going as far as proposing to her when she was getting ready to get married the day before and showing up on her wedding day to try and stop it. It was 10 years later in the 1st story and you see what they all had
been doing. Alex and Isabel still married, very much in love but has to bury her mother which brings her back to Jesse. He still hasn’t moved on and tells her that no matter where they are he will always love her. Now in this one, it is 2 years later. Alex and Isabel are celebrating the anniversary of 12 years when the unthinkable happens. Alex is in a car wreck and is partially paralyzed and had almost died. He is not feeling like a man anymore and doesn’t want Isabel to suffer because of him, so he demands a divorce just as Jesse walks back into her life. Who will Isabel choose? Jesse or Alex? You think you know but you have know idea. Read and see….
TEAM Alex all the way, no matter what. Alex is still very much in love and that it was gets it for me. No matter what is going on, no matter the decisions he has to make he is selfless and is always thinking about her. Isabel is such a sweetheart and I just love how she loves Alex unconditionally. I can say that they are truly and extraordinary couple
and the trials and obstacles that they will have to go through will tear your heart. I cried several times (ugly cried!!) because my heart just broke and I didn’t know if it would get mended. I can say that the author did get me from being annoyed with Jesse to just loving him. To me, he is worthy of redemption and it will all makes sense as to why he does what he does with Isabel.
Christine Brae is a full time career woman who thought she could write a book about her life and then run away as far as possible from it. She never imagined that her words would touch the hearts of so many women with the same story to tell. This is her second and final book in the Light in the Wound series. Her third book is scheduled to come out in late 2014. When not listening to the voices in her head or spending late nights at the office, Christine can be seen shopping for shoes and purses, running a half marathon or spending time with her husband and three children in Chicago.
responds by shrugging her shoulders. I remember that she said she no longer
bothers with the seating arrangements.
I’m left with no choice but to get up from my chair and shake his hand.
hypocritically. I can’t even stand to be in the same country as him, let alone
share a table with this guy. One at which he sits so close to my wife, no less.
warmly. She’s very pretty, almost beautiful, but certainly not Isabel stunning,
at least to me. She’s quite voluptuous
and her dress leaves little to the imagination. I guess she has to compete for
his attention, given that he is one of the most eligible bachelors in the
country. He’s clearly a crowd drawer at fundraising events like these. I’ll never know why, since he’s such an arrogant
ass. Cain pulls her seat out for her and remains standing. Sure enough, he
walks over to Betty and Isa.
to Leigh, who shakes it disinterestedly.
to see you.”
on her face as she says his name slays me. “Hi, Jess.”
over and whisper in her ear. “It’s Jess-e. There’s an E at the end.”
through the slit of her dress and resting it on her thigh. If I stretch my finger out far enough, I’ll
be able to touch that part of her that might get her attention. Out of the
blue, I have the urge to take the napkin on her lap and tie it around her neck
to cover up her chest. Sort of like a bib in a seafood restaurant.
more time and I’m going to poke his fucking eyes out,” I whisper, punctuating
my words with light squeezes of her thigh.