Your own two feet are all you have when you’ve been left.
A naive Baylee loves Colt, her boyfriend of four years, more than she ever thought possible. After a little snooping, she’s convinced she’s well on her way toward hearing an once-in-a-lifetime proposal and starring in the wedding-of-the-year event. Instead, she’s blindsided by a very public breakup and the crushing news that Colt is marrying someone else… someone more befitting him and the role his father expects him to take in his law firm.
Baylee may have spent years resenting Ariana, her mother, and her suicide, an intolerable show of weakness in Baylee’s opinion, but after Colt leaves her just short of the altar, Baylee sees the world through her mother’s eyes. She sympathizes with Ariana’s actions and realizes that some things—soul-deep aches—can irreparably damage you and make moving on nearly impossible.
At least that’s how she feels until she meets Ryker. With his help, Baylee discovers there is life after Colt, and she prepares to move on by pulling herself up by the bootstraps, holding her head high, and standing on her own two feet. Unfortunately, a new jealous and hateful Colt has his own plans for her, and they are plans no one—especially Baylee—ever saw coming.
Excerpt from Left
By T.R. Graves
from Chapter Six
Ryker opens the door, and an equally jolly bellhop rolls in a cart covered with a half of a dozen dome-shaped plates and two buckets of ice. One of the buckets has an old-fashioned milk bottle filled with orange juice and the other has a brand-new bottle of Cristal.
What the hell? I’m not drinking another drop of alcohol for the rest of my life, and I’m completely sure I won’t be able to choke down one bite of food.
Ryker slaps the bellhop on the back when he says, “Thanks, Dante. Everything looks great.”
He slides a bill into Dante’s hand. I’m across the room, but I’m sure I see a one and two zeros.
Jeez! He must really like this bellhop.
“You’re welcome, sir,” Dante says, beaming.
Interesting for me is the fact that Dante’s happiness has nothing to do with the money. It has everything to do with the respect Ryker is showing him, the gratitude Ryker offered for the hard work Dante’s put into pulling together this breakfast for us. Suddenly, I feel guilty for swearing that I wouldn’t eat a bite.
Like a pro, Dante pops the cork on the champagne without losing a drop. Then he sets the opened bottle back in the ice bucket.
After he leaves, Ryker grabs one of the fluted glasses and fills it halfway with the Cristal. He fills the rest of the glass with the orange juice. Since I assume he’s making the mimosa for himself, I’m a little shocked when he walks over and holds it out for me.
I shake my head and wave the glass away. “No thank you. I believe I’ve partaken enough to last me a lifetime.”
Ryker laughs but doesn’t move away from me. He’s as determined I’m going to drink his mimosa as I am determined that I won’t. I glare at him and don’t move a muscle.
He purses his lips, and on anyone else, it would have irritated me. On him, it just makes him more god-like. “Have you ever heard the expression hair of the dog that bit you?”
I squint my eyes suspiciously. “No, Ryker, I haven’t.”
He laughs a beautiful musical laugh. “It means that the best cure for what ails you is more of it. Trust me on this. You won’t feel better today unless you do this.”
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