After eight years in prison, twenty-four year old Jordan Kane is the man everyone loves to hate.
Forced to return to his hometown while on parole, Jordan soon learns that this small town hasn’t changed since he was carted off to juvie all those years ago. He is the local pariah, shunned by everyone, including his own parents. But their hatred of him doesn’t even come close to the loathing he feels every time he looks in the mirror.
Working odd jobs for the preacher lady, Jordan bides his time before he can leave this backwards town. But can distance erase the memories that haunt him? Trapped in the prison of his own mind Jordan wonders if the pain of living will ever subside?
Torrey Delaney is new in town and certainly doesn’t behave in a way the locals believe a preacher’s daughter should. Her reputation for casual hook-ups and meaningless sex is the talk of the town. Add that to her budding friendship with the hardened ex-con handyman, and the good Reverend is less than thrilled with her estranged daughter’s path.
As friendship forms, is it possible for two damaged people who are afraid to love take their relationship to the next level? Can Torrey live with Jordan’s demons, and can Jordan break through Torrey’s walls? With the disapproval of a small town weighing heavily on them, will they find their place in the world? Can they struggle against the odds, or will their world be viciously shattered?
Is love a life sentence?
Due to scenes of a sexual nature, not recommended for under 18.
It memorized me. It made me cry. It made me laugh. This book absolutely had it all. This was a read unlike no other. This is Jordan and Torrey’s story.
“One mistake. One fuckin’ stupid, childish, dumb mistake. And it had torn my family apart, my brother dead. Killed. By me. I saw every day what I’d done, the grief that I’d caused.”
Jordan was paroled after serving 8 long, excruciating years for murder. Once he was released his life became another sentence. His parents didn’t think he should live. His town wouldn’t allow him to forget what happened. And no one wanted to be near him except for the newbie in town, Torrey.
Torrey was the Reverends daughter. She hadn’t seen her mother since she was 13 years old, when her mother abandoned her daughter and her husband because she had found God. Now living with her again was strenuous on both of them. They were completely different people now. How could this arrangement between mother and daughter work when all Torrey wanted to do was scream? All that changes when she meets Jordan. They instantly became friends over coffee and small talk, when no one else in town would give him a second glance.
“Was Jordan my friend? I know I’d said we could be friends and I would try. Because I’d never met a person who needed a friend more. It was almost a shame he was so goddamn hot. It made the friendship boundary hard for me to respect objectively. Especially when I all I wanted to do was jump his bones.”
And jump his bones, Torrey did. How could she not? I sure as shit would, convict or not, I would get on that train and never get off. Because Torrey knew he wasn’t a violent man like everyone had warned her against. Jordan was given the short end of the stick for making one bad decision. He lost his brother, his parents and his friends with that decision.
“Why was I so stupid that night? Why had I gotten in the damn car? Why was I the one who’d survived? Why was it Mikey who had paid? And my parents, too? We’d paid and paid and paid, but the debt was never going to go away. I’d never be done paying. Never.”
Little did they realize is just how much they would help one another. Torrey never believed in love and in marriage, because she had seen firsthand what it did to people. And Jordan never believed he deserved a second chance at life in general. Torrey shows him what it means to live again even though he didn’t believe he deserved to be alive. They made each other see what life could be like to live, love and laugh again. This is a story like none other.
About the Author
I live in a small village by the ocean and walk my little dog, Pip, every day. It’s on those beachside walks that I have all my best ideas.
Writing has become a way of life – and one that I love to share.