Sarah Miller hasn’t been home in seven years. She thought she could stay away forever. If it wasn’t for her big brother’s wedding, that is. Part of her even feels silly for staying away this long. It’s not like anyone even knew what happened. Well, except for him.

That guy. The one she compared all others to. The one who set the bar so high no other guy after him could even compete. The one who made her feel like anything was possible. The one she thought she would never be good enough for. The one she spent the last seven years trying to forget.
All she needs to do is make it through the next week without running into him.



I am in absolute love with HIM. And not just the book, also him- Will Price. What an amazing book. I was an emotional wreck after the book. Carey Heywood as again done a fabulous job of pulling me into a story and I could not let go.

Sarah Miller left home 7 years ago because of him. The one guy see has never gotten over. a misread on an incident left her scarred. Sarah is now forced to go back home. Her brother is getting married and she is in the wedding, but so is Will. The story is told from a past and present point of view told only from Sarah. It walks you through the tough decisions she has made to protect her heart. You also get to see the internal struggle she has during present day to still try to protect her heart but is torn with her internal struggle of her one true soul mate. I absolutely adored this story.

Her is going to be out later this year but told from Will’s point of view. I can’t wait. Carey has said there will be some of the same scenes but mostly new from his POV from past to present.



I can just smell his cologne. To say he smells good is an understatement. I have a physical reaction to his nearness. My stomach flips. Yes, it could be because I am on an airplane, but I know it is him. As I straighten, I blush, some of my hair escapes my clip and is in my eyes. I raise my hand to brush it aside, but his fingers beat mine, and he delicately tucks the errant strand behind my ear. His fingertip just grazes my earlobe. When he lowers his hand, it burns in the absence of his touch. He positions his arm on the aisle rest and rests his head on it, tilting it toward me. I can handle this. This is just a short flight, and then I can go back to pretending Will Price doesn’t exist. Who am I kidding? It’s been seven years, and I still read his horoscope every day. I can’t stop myself from feeling relief when I see he isn’t wearing a wedding ring.



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