Title: Something Worth Saving
Author: Mayra Statham
Cover Designer: Dark Water Covers
Release Date: September 14, 2017
They had it all. Or so they thought. A fairytale kind of romance that started with a girl and a boy falling head over heels in love. This isn’t that part of the story. This is what happens after the happily ever after. After careers blossom, babies, stretch marks, and carpools. Nadia is lost. As much as she loves her life, she hardly recognizes the reflection in the mirror. All she sees is his wife, their mom. Owen works hard. Somewhere between his career and life, working to provide everything possible for his girls, he lost track of what was important. After one too many broken promises, cold shoulders, and nonexistent attempts at trying to work on ‘them’, she is ready for her life to change. When she does, he wakes up and realizes his own mistakes. Do Owen and Nadia have something worth saving?
I’m surprised you noticed. Her voice chimed through his head again in a tone that made his stomach roll and his heart ache. It was her tone. God, that damn tone in her voice. Defeated. Was it because he’d had to cancel their date? He rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. The ceiling fan’s soft whirling too loud in his ears, making it impossible for him to shut his mind off, he turned again and faced the closet. Hanging there was his black suit. The one she liked him to wear. Her favorite, she'd told him once, grinning, slightly drunk and so fucking beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. The only pain greater would be not to look. His suit was freshly dry-cleaned. Hanging over it was a dark hunter-green dress. New from the look of the tags still hanging off it. Hunter green. His favorite color. She'd bought a new dress for their date. How long ago? He tried to think about her mentioning going shopping, but he couldn't remember. All he could seem to remember was her talking about gymnastics, ballet lessons, what crazy stunts Simone was up to, and PTA meetings. She used to share every bit of her day. When had she stopped sharing? Or had he stopped listening? I’m surprised you noticed. He turned again to look at her, watching her face twist slightly, a tear falling from the corner of her shut eyes, and his heart stopped. What could she be dreaming about to make her cry? Instinctively, he moved into her, pulling her body close to him, loving the way she felt next to him and how easily she molded into his body, wrapping her leg over his thigh. He breathed in the scent of her hair and tried to remember the last time he’d held her close. He closed his eyes in pain, not able to bring it up. I'm surprised you noticed. She wanted to take the girls to Santa Barbara, to a house that was a mess and needed work, over staying here. Instead of staying in their home?