“Not like any other ‘my best friend’s brother’ story!”
Everyone deserves a second chance, but not for the same mistake.
At least that's what I try to tell myself.
Over the course of my complicated friendship with Andrew Brinks, I've given him more than enough chances. What have I received in return? Nothing but heartache.
But also love, as cruel and beautiful as it's always been between us.
When a new revelation threatens everything Drew holds dear, can I finally put aside our past and give him the support he needs in the present?
Can I give him the love he needs?
Or was our fate sealed all those years ago when he broke his first promise to me?
Praise for the Redemption Series
"Not like any other 'my best friend's brother' story!"
"An Emotional Friends-to-Lovers journey that will leave you completely CAPTIVATED!!"
"T.K. Leigh really knows how to gut you with a book. The drama, angst, pain, love and misunderstandings are all so intense."
"I loved every second of the red hot chemistry between Brooklyn and Drew."
"This story is going to move you! It's going to make you think, it's going to make you have ALL the feels! And the ending! Perfection."
"T.K. Leigh provokes every single emotion you have in you and makes you beg for more."
"An amazing story of love - both unrequited and blatant."
"Second chance swoon-worthy."
"A wonderfully written page turner of a story."
"I laughed, cried and swooned reading this story."
"The angst, the push and pull, the unbelievable heat between these two, everything about this story will take you on a rollercoaster of emotions."
Excerpt
“Don’t be jealous, Drew,” I sneer, masking my truth with anger. “It doesn’t look good on you.” I turn to climb down, but he storms toward me, grabbing my arm and forcing me to stare into his fiery gaze.
“Jealous?” he bellows through the wind. “You think I’m jealous?”
The intensity in his tone renders me speechless. The seconds seem to stretch into minutes, into hours, into an eternity as I wait to see what he’s going to say next.
“Okay! You got me!” He releases his hold on me, digging his hands into his hair. “I’m jealous!”
I exhale a small breath at his admission, both excited and scared at the same time.
“I’m jealous of the rain that hits your skin because I wish I could be the one to know what that feels like.”
“Drew…,” I caution, but it does nothing to stop him. He’s obsessed, a man desperate to finally put it all out there.
“I’m jealous of the sheets on your bed that get to keep you warm at night because I wish it were my arms doing that.” His eyes glued to mine, he closes the distance between us. I’m frozen, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to walk away. “I’m jealous of the wind that gets to blow through your hair because I wish it were my fingers.”
He pauses, studying me, a subtle quiver in his chin as he struggles to say the next words. “Most of all, I’m jealous of how happy Wes makes you.”
I push out a laugh, my reaction involuntary. “You really think Wes makes me happy?”
He opens his mouth, my words catching him off-guard. The silence stretches, my heart pounding like a caged beast begging to be set free.
“If he doesn’t, why are you marrying him?”
“You’re so stupid, Drew.” I briefly lower my eyes as I swipe at my tears. “There’s only one person who’s ever made me happy.” I return my gaze to his.
“Who?” His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he waits intently for my response.
I shake my head, wanting to lie, but I can’t. I don’t understand what I’m doing, why I’m admitting this. A force more powerful than any I’ve experienced is at play, turning me into a puppet.
My lips lift into a smile. “You.”