With our heads held high, we slide into the black convertible that started it all.

Flames light up the sky behind us and Ransom slips his hand in mine, pulling it to his lips as I smile at the night around us.

This right here, this is the life I was meant for.

Cali and Jules were right all along, these three are a little crazy.

But they’re my kind of crazy, and I wouldn’t have them any other way.

I look to my husband who already stares down at me and I know what he’s thinking as he knows my thoughts mirror his own.

It’s Ransom and me forever.

It’s Arsen and Beretta always.

It’s us evermore.

No matter what.

I had it wrong before.

To hide the heart isn’t to salvage the soul, it’s to protect it until the person it belongs to comes to claim it as their own and claim it, he did.

Without permission.

Without pause.

And without mercy.

He took what he knew to be his, and I followed suit.

With a smile, I kiss the man I married, and he kisses me right back.

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Man, oh man!!

Let me get a little sappy, okay?!

I lived and breathed for this story for months. I never truly know what or why I am writing something until I get into it, and once I understood the voices in this particular novel, I knew it could only be done one way. No fear. No holding back.

This book is about a girl who dared to look left when the world told her to look right. It’s about courage and confidence and finding oneself however the hell one needs to do so. And I wrote this book for THAT reason, because we all deserve to find who we are.

To be who we wish.
Wo do whatever we want.
To live without shame or fear.
That’s what I wanted to give you.
That’s what I hope FOR you.

And I hope you loved Jameson and Ransom’s story as much as I enjoyed telling it.

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Walk away.

Move your feet, exit this piece of shit cafeteria, and go get high. Chill out.

Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.

I keep walking, and I’m almost free and clear, almost through the door and away from the trouble I surely don’t need but can’t seem to escape.

But of course, nothing in my life is simple and just before my left foot joins my right, the final step through the open door, the bitch decides she’s not done and runs her mouth. Again.