had a place to call home.
in foster care, I learned not to get attached.
Easton Chadwick walks into my life, my sense of self-preservation falls by the
his arms, it’s easy to believe in the fairy tale. Then, tragedy strikes,
serving as a soul-crushing reminder that nothing lasts forever.
by fear, I pack my bags, leaving Easton and the town of Maplewood Falls behind.
months later, I come face-to-face with the man who still owns nearly every part
of me, but one night fueled by alcohol and bad decisions doesn’t change
that’s what I tell myself …
two pink lines appear.
first time in my life, I’m willing to lay my heart on the line for a family and
a place to call home.
home is where love lives.
Britt’s 🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩 hat review:
I went through so many tissues reading this. K. Street you have gone beyond all expectations and absolutely blown me away with the beauty that is Where Love Lives! This story is a true emotional journey. There’s heartbreak and healing. There’s passion and fire. There’s emotional blows that will know you off your feet. But bigger than all of that there is so much love in the pages of Molly and Easton’s story you’ll be left breathless.
I was already in love with K. Street’s writing, but this book has made her an autobuy author for me. I was so connected to these characters, so invested in their story I honestly could not put it down. Molly’s heartbreaking past coupled with her true to life struggles to overcome it made her so real and I just wanted to reach into this book and hug her. And Easton, even when I wanted to be mad at him I couldn’t. You could feel how much he loved Molly even through the worst of things and that love outshone everything.
These two are more than a simple second chance, they’re soulmates with the kind of love no time, distance or fight could ever sever. Grab the tissues, get comfy and prepare to fall in love!
I don’t know you?” I closed the distance between us and reached for her hand.
“You bite the tip of your index finger when you’re nervous. You eat peanut
butter straight from the jar and hum when you lick the spoon. Family gatherings
make you uncomfortable. And you’re stubborn as hell.”
love you with all that I am.”
the threat of tears.
me. That you don’t love me. Because if you can do that, I’ll walk out that door,
and I won’t ever look back.”
The urge to press my mouth to hers burned through me, but I needed an answer.
when she opened them again, it was as though a switch had been flipped. She
grasped my wrists, removing my hands from her face, and then took a step back
and straightened her spine.
delivered the blow. “I don’t want you. I don’t love you.”
to the ground, giving it a shake before I looked back at her. “You win.” I gave
her my back and made my way to the door. “Molly,” I said, reaching for the
into a thickly corded rope. “I never want to see you again.”
has been making up stories since she was old enough to talk and began writing
at the tender age of eleven. She resides in central Florida with her husband
and daughter, as well as a tiny menagerie of pets; including a dog, a cat, and
a bearded dragon. K is a foodie with an affinity for coffee, peach Moscato, and
dark chocolate. When she isn’t plotting her next story K enjoys reading,
spending time with her family and cheering on her favorite hockey team, the