Monday, August 15, 2016



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“Where’s Clover?” God, just saying her name makes my throat tight. “With my mom and dad for a little bit.” “Oh.” I pick up my stuff that he set on the kitchen floor, but he shakes his head and takes it from me. “Stop. You’re not bolting out of here.” I huff and cross my arms. “What do you want, Declan?” “Why are you with Larry?” “There isn’t a reason.” “Why?” “Why did you name your daughter Clover?” I throw a question back at him. “Don’t try to change the subject.” “Don’t try to psychoanalyze me.” “You know Larry’s a prick, and you’re too strong to let him put his hands on you.” Declan leans against the wall and raises an eyebrow at me. “So tell me, Amie. What the fuck?” “I don’t owe you any explanations.” “I think that’s the least you owe me, don’t you?” I look around the room and avoid his eyes on me, shaking my head. “It was a long time ago, Declan,” I whisper. “I’ll go to my parents, and you can forget you ever saw me again.” “No.” “No?” “You’re not leaving.” I don’t understand. He hates me, so why the hell is he trying to help me? “Why do you want me here? We both know you hate me for what I said.” He straightens and tilts his head. “It’s what you did, Amie.” “Whatever.” I reach for my bags again, but he closes his fingers around my wrist, and I yank my arm away. “Let me go.” “There she is.” “I never left,” I snap. He flinches, and I know it was a low blow. I was just as excited to get out of here as he was. We were going to start a life and travel, see the world. We even had a list of places we wanted to go. Adventures we wanted to take together; scuba diving, skydiving, driving a racecar. And I ruined it. He knows me too well, and I’m becoming defensive because he’s pissing me off, hitting nerves that I’m in denial about. “Why are you with him?” he whispers. “Declan …” “Why?” “Because I deserve him.” I sit on the floor, leaning against the kitchen chair. I don’t cry because I’ve accepted my fate, and along the way to discovering it, I’ve learned that tears don’t change a damn thing. GMTteaser4


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Anna began writing when she thought the world would want to hear her sick lyrics through song. Since then, she's realized her childhood dream wasn't so far-fetched, just misguided. Now she writes romance with real emotions and happy endings. If Anna isn't writing or reading, she can be found by a space heater drinking a ridiculous amount of Diet Dr Pepper. She also likes to hang out with her husband and two boys. If it wasn't for them, she wouldn't ever leave the house. Anna was born in Wisconsin but now lives in the Evergreen State.

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