“The honest truth is that I’m just in love with you now, Allie, that I was seven years ago.”
Ian Anderson has everything he could ever want. He’s rich, he owns his own business, he lives in New York, and women everywhere are throwing themselves at him. But what does any of the fortune mean if you don’t enjoy it? What does it mean if you have to spend it without the person you loved most in this world?
Seven years ago, Ian was deeply in love with the only girl who’s ever captured his heart. Allison. They grew up together, best friends, turned into soul mates. Allison was Ian’s heart, his everything, the love of his life even. Even seven years later, Ian can’t seem to rid his thoughts of Allison, in his mind, she was the one that got away. And even seven years later, he’s still very much in love with her. The hardest decision Ian ever made was the decision to walk away from her. But what if the only reason you left the person you loved was so that you could protect them?
Allison Montgomery is the type of person who wears her heart on her sleeve. She feels everything, and lets her feelings consume her. The moment Ian left she was a broken shadow of the girl she used to be. Now seven years later, she’s got a new life, and a new boyfriend, and she’s an editor at a publishing house.
When Ian and Allison run into each other again, will Ian be able to make things right with the woman he’s always loved, or did he lose his chance? Will love that was once so strong resurface and give him everything he hoped for through all these years?
Will they have a chance to start over or will the past be too painful for them to overcome?
“Why do you continue to stay with him knowing you’re in love with me? “Ian asked Allison, as she sipped her wine and sat on the chair across from his table. She knew deep inside this was the last place she should be. Lucas was waiting for her, yet here she was having drinks with a man she loved years ago. What was she doing?
“Don’t Ian, just don’t. I love Lucas.” She said with a sad smile. She wasn’t lying at all in her statement, Lucas was good to her, what wasn’t to love?
“You know what? I believe you. “ Ian told her as he walked around the table and pulled her up. “I believe that you love him because I know who you are, your heart is made of pure gold. What I don’t believe though is that you’re in love with him.”
“Ian, “ Allison began as Ian framed her face between his hands and locked his piercing blue eyes with her brown ones.
“Stop, Allie. You can’t keep doing this, you have to make a choice, I love you, I’ve always loved you, I want you forever and always like I have since I was fourteen. I don’t share, you know that. “ Ian replied, as he leaned his face in closer to hers so they were now only inches away from kissing.
“I know that you’re afraid, I know I hurt you so badly, and I can’t tell you how sorry I am, but I want you back, and I’ll do anything, just give me a chance.”
Getting to know AdaI’m not like any twenty year old I know, in fact I’m very different than most my age. While most people my age like to party, and go out, I like to stay in with my laptop and write. That’s not to say I don’t know how to have a good time, because even a writer needs a break sometimes. I’ve got amazing friends and such a great support system, and I don’t know where I’d be without it.
I grew up in a small town called Newfield, New York. At the age of fourteen, I moved to Florida, which is where I met my inspiration to become a writer. I’ve been writing since I was ten years old but It wasn’t until I met my former English teacher, Shay Kastanis, that I decided I had it in me to pursue it as a career. She’s supported me since the moment I told her I wanted to be a writer and I could never ask for more than that.
I discovered my talent and love of writing at a little shy of the age of ten. Young, right? I hear that a lot. In my opinion though, it doesn’t matter the age, it matters of how great the story is. And without writing, I honestly don’t know where I’d be. Writing isn’t just a hobby for me, it’s a passion, and it’s my reason for breathing. People say we’re all put in this world for a reason, and well writing is mine. It’s the one thing in my life that I can always count on to make me happy. I was introduced to writing because of events that were occurring in my life when I was a child, and I found it to be a great outlet. I started with poetry, but eventually progressed to novels and the honest truth is, now I just can’t stop writing books. I get told a lot by a good friend of mine that I’m a writing machine. I have an overactive mine and once I get an idea, I can’t stop. And more than that, I get too many ideas at the same time. While I’m writing though, I become obsessed with my own characters. They consume me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The first time I ever let anyone read my original work, was very nerve racking for me, and the truth is, I think that it’s always going to be that way for me. Sometimes I overthink and worry about things that I shouldn’t. I’m the type of person who wears my heart on my sleeve, and so I feel everything that gets thrown my way. Like any other writer, I do doubt myself at times, but overall, I’m pretty confident in myself and in my writing. And when I get told things like I’m a good writer that makes my day. Since starting my author page, I’ve even got people disappointed because my book isn’t published yet and that means more to me than my “fans” will ever know. Still trying to get used to the word fans.
My biggest writing inspiration is Nicholas Sparks, I love his books and writing styles. I love how he doesn’t just have one style, he goes from first to third person. He’s a captivating writing and I can only hope to be as great as him someday.
I tend to write a bit darker though. I mean I’m all for reading romance, but my romances that I write always tend to have a lot of darkness in them, Maybe it’s just my twisted mind, but I just think it makes for a better story.
I’ve only ever written for myself, I think it’s important for any writer who wants to write to do that. If you start writing for fame, that’s when you lose yourself. It’s when your stories become less than your greatest work. If I ever find myself writing for other people, I think I’d give up writing. And the honest truth is, to me writing is not a competition, it’s something you do because you love it, because without it you wouldn’t know how to function and that’s how it is with me.
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