Charlotte and Nathan were supposed to be forever. They grew up together. Their families were intertwined. Charlotte was Nathan's first love. Nathan was Charlotte's first everything.
Until they weren't.
How do you hold on to the person you know in your heart you are supposed to be with when everything and everyone in the universe is telling you it's over?
How many times does a heart break?
When is enough…..enough?
When I first started reading The Charlotte Chronicles I wasn’t sure what to expect. It had the feel of another book that I just recently read and loved so I was a little skeptical that I would want to continue reading it. But then, I just couldn’t stop reading it, that fear that I just stated about in the previous sentence, slowly disappeared and it was replaced with a need to read more about Charlotte and Nathan. I was hooked and never wanted it to end. It is it’s own story, one that should come with a warning label that says “Be warned, you will feel happiness, love, angst, sad and at times pain for what these two go through”, because you will feel each and every one of these things. I for one can’t wait to for the next book, because if it is even as half as good as The Charlotte Chronicles was, well then we will be in for another roller coaster ride of emotions.
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But when I close my eyes, I can see him—and me. I can see me pressed up against the mirror in the bathroom, my hands making starfish prints as I brace myself against his thrusts. I can hear his harsh breathing, his commands to come, come now, Charlotte. There was that passage of time that felt endless when he was between my legs, licking me softly and leisurely as if there wasn’t anything in this world that gave him more pleasure than helping me find my own. I touch myself, but it’s useless. My body wants one thing: Nathan Jackson.
I’m on fire and the ache of want is so acute it’s like a knife in my chest. I’ve had multiple surgeries, chemo treatments, radiation but that’s nothing compared to what I feel now.
Time and distance had dulled my pain and that my desire and love for Nathan had actually started to ease only to be stoked into high, hot flames by his reappearance in my life.
He is the poison and the antidote.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She's been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop her a line at firstname.lastname@example.org.