Category: K. Langston

New Release + 5 Star ARC Review ☆ Sylvie by K. Langston

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Sylvie by K. Langston

ARC received for honest review

Reviewed by Jacqui

 

This book is definitely one of the best I have read this year. The story of love lost traumatically and restored even when you don’t think it is possible. Sylvie is a story that will touch every emotion in you.

 

Sylvie and Linc were best friends since 5th grade. Their lives were always intertwined until one night for Sylvie changes everything. A night on her 16th birthday when she gave herself to Dean because she couldn’t tell Linc how she felt. That one night that changed her life in more ways than she could imagine. Now she is a single mom and reeling with guilt over what happened to Dean. In her eyes, she doesn’t deserve to be happy.

 

In walks Lincoln Cole, her best friend and real true love. He has one thing in mind. To get Sylvie back and help her through the healing at any cost. Now a major recording artist, his songs of his relationship with Sylvie have made him a star. But something is still missing for him and that thing is Sylvie. He won’t give up until she is permanently back in his life.
This story was touching. Told in a past/present format, it takes you through the heartache Sylvie has endured but also how Linc helps her to understand that it is not her fault. It tells of how true love waits until you are ready. I devoured this book and loved the relationship between Sylvie and Linc. I cried in some parts (for personal reasons) and smiled when the last page was turned. Thank you K. Langston for this amazing story.

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Synopsis

Broken
Shattered
Destroyed

Will she ever find a way to overcome the guilt?

The anger.
The pain.
Healing seems impossible.
Moving on…
Unbearable
Until him.
He’s the only one who can save her.
But it comes with a heavy price.

****STANDALONE****

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Today, I’m helping Linc finish packing. He didn’t have much left to box up. The movers had done most of the heavy stuff already, but there were some personal stuff he didn’t want them touching. Like his father’s things. Most of which he kept in his office. His father’s medals from the war were displayed in a glass case, along with the folded, framed American flag from his funeral. I remember when he died, how devastated Linc was. It took him months before he would even talk to me about it.

It was music that helped him through that dark time of his life. It’s what kept him going.

Carefully, I wrap up the remaining photos in his office. There are several of him and his father when he was younger. One where they are camping. Linc’s father was a real outdoorsman, loved wildlife and nature. They were always going on camping trips. When we were younger, I even tagged along a few times. There are a few shots of his mom and dad together over the years. It’s so obvious by the look on their faces how much they love each other, and I silently wonder, as I tuck another newspaper-wrapped frame inside the large cardboard box, if people say the same thing about us.

Do they see it written all over our faces? How much we love each other, how deep that love runs?

When I turn around to grab the next picture from the shelf, my breath catches in my throat. I blink, not really sure of what I’m seeing. It’s a picture of me, taken when I was about sixteen. I’m sitting on the bed of his truck, my bare feet dangling while my hands cup the edge of the tailgate. I’m leaning forward, a half smile on my face and my hair blowing on a slight breeze. The edges look to be crinkled and worn, as if someone has spent a lot of time looking at it. Tears prick my eyes.

If I only knew then what I know now.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” His deep baritone voice sends a shiver down my spine.

I gasp and look over my shoulder at Linc. “Jesus, you scared me.”

Linc softly kisses my cheek before slipping the picture from my grasp. He looks at it thoughtfully, a wistful smile playing on his lips as he rounds the desk to sit in the big leather chair behind it.

He holds the photo close, as if seeing it for the first time. “There are certain days that stand out the most in my mind. Like the day we met. The day I sang to you the first song I ever wrote. The day we went swimming at the lake and you lost your top. Prom.”

Exhaling a long sigh, he continues. “We didn’t do anything special this particular day. We’d been to the lake, then shared a pizza at Emilio’s, then we hung out at my house for a while my mom was at work. We sat on the tailgate and I played around on my guitar. It was a day like so many before, yet so different. You kept telling me how proud you were of me and how someday I would shine brighter than any of the stars in the sky. But all I could think about was how the setting sun would catch your eyes just the right way and how they would sparkle every time you smiled. How the summer wind whipped your hair across your face, the delicate strands kissing your porcelain skin. I knew I had to capture the moment or it would be lost forever. So I ran inside and grabbed my mom’s digital camera. You called me a dork, among other things, and refused to smile for me. But I did manage to get this one. Then the very next day I had it developed.” I stand in front of him, my eyes filled with unshed tears. “I’ve carried this around in my guitar case ever since. Every time I opened it you were right there, smiling at me, encouraging me. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to give up, but every time a door would slam in my face I would look at this picture and remember this day. You’re the reason I kept going. You’re the reason I never gave up.”

I climb onto his lap, draping my legs over the arm of the chair while tucking myself into his arms. “You’re not the kind of man who gives up on anything.”

“I came pretty damn close a few times, with my music and trying to make it in this crazy fucking business, but I could never give up on us. There were times I wanted to, fuck I prayed for my heart to let you go and move on. But it just wouldn’t. It’s like it always knew that someday we’d end up here, that there would be an us.”

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About the Author

51brpgowyzl-_ux250_K. has been married to her very own country boy for almost 16 years. They live in the deep south with their two crazy kids, a speckled beagle named Sadie and their most recent addition, a coon hound named Birdie.

She released her debut novel Because You’re Mine in September 2013. K. has since released three follow-up books in the MINE series, Until You’re Mine, When You’re Mine and Forever You’re Mine. The final book of the series, You Are Mine, will release Spring 2017.

K also co-wrote Unlawful Justice with fellow author and friend, KC Lynn. Her recent release, The Officer’s Promise is an introduction to her newest series, Brothers in Blue, featuring six alpha brothers who each hold a different badge of the law. She’s also a contributing author to the USA Today Bestselling anthology, F*cking Awkward.

K. writes with true passion and heart about what she knows, love, romance and all things southern. When she’s not penning her next love story, you can find her nose buried between the pages of a good book.

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