I'm a huge fan of Aly Martinez, she writes angst and suspense so freaking good it leaves you utterly speechless. This book drags you through a gamut of emotions, you'll hate these characters, you'll love them and at times you'll want to shake some sense into them and give them a swift kick in the rear! Written with Regret is the first book in this unbelievably unique duet that has me anxiously waiting on pins and needles for book two, Written with You. That's right, CLIFFY warning y'all... a cliffy that drops on you in the last few pages like a G-DAMN bomb!!! Good thing is we only have to wait a few short weeks for the conclusion to this heart wrenching tale. If you're looking for a story that will make you question what is and isn't forgivable, how much damage can actually be healed from a trauma so tragic it left those involved completely shattered and broken, and ultimately questioning if love and destiny can overcome it all, then you need to read this story! It will draw you in, chew you up and spit you out and I wouldn't want it any other way.
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Not everything was black and white. It was often the gray areas where the hardest decisions were made.
These tears were different though. They were formed in a place so dark that only a few people knew it existed. They were born in urgency and filled with fear, torn from your soul, leaving a gaping hole behind until it eventually felt like you were going to disappear altogether.
There's a reason time only marches in one direction, you can choose any second to start over again.
Every little girl dreams of the fairytale. The one where the white knight rushes in to save her from the clutches of evil. They fall in love, have babies, and live happily ever after.
By that definition, my life should have been a fairytale too.
When I was eight years old, Caven Hunt saved me from the worst kind of evil to walk the Earth. It didn’t matter that I was a kid. I fell in love with him all the same.
But that was where my fairytale ended.
Years later, a one-night stand during the darkest time imaginable gave us a little girl. It was nothing compared to the pitch black that consumed me when I was forced to leave her with Caven for good.
At the end of every fairytale, the happily-ever-after is the one thing that remains consistent. It wasn’t going to be mine, but there hadn’t been a night that passed where I hadn’t prayed that it would be hers.
I owed Caven my life.
However, I owed that innocent child more.
And that included ripping the heart from my chest and facing her father again.