Did you see this? Rebecca Yarros has a new romance coming out next week- Feb 25th! And you guys, this sounds soooooooo good. A second chance love story described as “a heart-wrenching story about family, betrayal, and ultimately how far we’re willing to go on behalf of those who need us most.” <<– I mean, yes yes yes please! Sounds like MAJOR FEELS with this one.
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How do you define yourself when others have already decided who you are?
Six years ago, when Camden Daniels came back from war without his younger brother, no one in the small town of Alba, Colorado, would forgive him—especially his father. He left, swearing never to return.
But a desperate message from his father brings it all back. The betrayal. The pain. And the need to go home again.
But home is where the one person he still loves is waiting. Willow. The one woman he can never have. Because there are secrets buried in Alba that are best left in the dark.
If only he could tell his heart to stay locked away when she whispers she’s always loved him, and always will…
Great and Precious Things is a heart-wrenching story about family, betrayal, and ultimately how far we’re willing to go on behalf of those who need us most.
“Are you really okay? I mean, he shot you.” I asked the question that had plagued me since last night.
“Right as rain.” He lifted his shirt with a smug little smirk, revealing miles of abs that dipped and rose to the tattoos that started along his side and covered his chest. In the center, just beneath his pecs, the skin was a livid red, peppered with a series of deep-purple bruises. “See?”
“Cam,” I whispered, stepping closer.
He backed up and dropped his smirk and the shirt. “No problem here.”
“I wasn’t worried about you physically,” I muttered to his back as he left the library, but I knew that was the only response I was going to get. Cam would tell you he was fine if he were bleeding to death.
“Holy shit, how many boxes did you bring?” he asked as he walked into the entryway.
Crap. I should’ve been gone by now. I really didn’t want to see him realize what his father had done. What I’d done.
“Um. A few.” I beelined across the entry as he opened a random box.
“This is my football jersey.”
I paused with my hand on the doorknob. So close.
“Yeah,” I said quietly. Cursing myself for a fool, I turned to watch him.
His eyebrows drew together in confusion as he riffled through the box. “My trophies, my foot—” His head jerked up, and his eyes found mine. “This is from my bedroom.”
“But…” He shook his head. “But Xander said Dad boxed it all up and threw it out after…” He drifted off.
“After Sullivan died,” I finished for him. “You knew?”
Now he was the one nodding.
“Xander called that night and told me what your dad had done. Said he’d left it all at the base of the drive to go out with the trash.” I focused on the boxes, ripping my eyes from the stare that was always too intense to hold for long. “I waited until a little after midnight so no one would see, then drove over and took it all.”
“You took it all.”
“Doesn’t that look like all of it?” My chest tightened with the need to get out of here, for this humiliating moment to end.
I shook my head and opened the door.
A large palm appeared above me, shutting the door and caging me on one side.
“Willow, look at me.”
Slowly, I dragged my eyes up his shirt, over the supple lines of his throat, and past his lips until I found his dark eyes on me. Those eyes had always screwed me over. People who didn’t know him well called them soulless, and I’d rolled my eyes and let them think what they would. Those eyes were so full that there simply wasn’t room for any lighter colors, already saturated with every emotion he never let himself show.
“Why would you do that? Haul yourself out of bed in the middle of the night to save my stuff? Go against both our fathers?”
“Because Sullivan would have done it for you.”
He backed away, a flicker of pain showing in the way his mouth tensed. “Thank you,” he finally said, his voice low and deep.
I nodded, then opened the door and retreated to my car, leaving Cam in the entryway with his boxed-up, rejected childhood.
I’d never lied to Cam, not once. I’d never been capable when those eyes were on me. And I hadn’t just now…not really. I’d simply given him the easiest of both truths.
Yes, Sullivan would have done it for him. That was just who he’d been.
But I hadn’t done it only for Sullivan. I’d crept out of my parents’ house and filled my car to the very last box for the truth that Camden would never admit.
Sullivan may have done it for Cam, but even in our worst moments, Camden would have done it for me.
I was almost home before I realized I still didn’t know why Cam was here. But if he was sticking around, my safe little existence was going to get shaken up like a snow globe if I couldn’t keep my feelings to myself.
About the Author
I’m a hopeless romantic and adore all things chocolate, coffee and paleo. No, seriously, I need to have a caffeine IV put in. I’ve adored reading all my life, and writing naturally evolved from my love of late nights and promises of one more page.
I’m also a military wife of sixteen years. During my husband’s deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan, I was devouring a book a day, and during his third deployment, I finally wrote my own. With a somewhat ironic timing, I received my book deal for Full Measures during his fourth deployment, and published a month after he returned home. We’re currently preparing for his fifth deployment, so check out the blog for the latest!
On the homefront, we have six kids. Yes, you read that right—six. If I’m not writing or playing guitar, I’m usually tying hockey skates for our four boys, or sneaking in John Hughes marathons with my two daughters. We fostered and adopted our youngest daughter from the foster system and we’re passionate about helping others do the same through our non-profit, One October! We’re always busy navigating the winding road of our daughter’s recent autism diagnosis, getting our boys to hockey, prepping for a deployment, and generally trying to stay sane. We’re die-hard Mets fans, but our hearts call Colorado home.
If you’ve read all of that, haven’t fallen asleep, and still want to know more about me, check out my blog: http://www.rebeccayarros.com/blog!