A Thousand Letters (The Austen #2)
Staci Hart
February 9, 2017
Sometimes your life is split by a single decision.
I’ve spent every day of the last seven years regretting mine: he left, and I didn’t follow. A thousand letters went unanswered, my words like petals in the wind, spinning away into nothing, taking me with them.
But now he’s back.
I barely recognize the man he’s become, but I can still see a glimmer of the boy who asked me to be his forever, the boy I walked away from when I was young and afraid.
Maybe if he’d come home under better circumstances, he could speak to me without anger in his voice. Maybe if I’d said yes all those years ago, he’d look at me without the weight of rejection in his eyes. Maybe if things were different, we would have had a chance.
One regretted decision sent him away. One painful journey bought him back to me. I only wish I could keep him.
*A contemporary romance inspired by Jane Austen’s Persuasion*
This book.
Ugh, I’m not even sure where to start. It’s very likely that I text my friend who had already read this a hundred texts because I didn’t know how to keep reading it, I was afraid I wouldn’t get the happy ending I wanted and needed.
Elliot and Wade are a couple that you don’t want to miss out on reading about. From the dedication page to the very last sentence, I laughed and cried with these characters, and not just Elliot and Wade, but Sophie, Sadie, Charlie and Rick too, especially Rick.
Staci knows how to tear your heart to shreds and then make you laugh right after she’s finished stomping on your heart. I loved being able to live through her words, she is just simply amazing and I love her to pieces. Tears were most definitely shed as well as laughter. I can not wait for more work by her and her magical mind.
Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life: a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom to three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife, even though she’s certainly not the cleanest, nor is she the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party–especially if she’s been drinking whiskey–and her favorite word starts with f and ends with k.
From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north in Denver, where snow is magic and the mountains have become home. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, gaming, or designing graphics.
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