Hemingway has spent her life trying to earn love
she was never going to get. Not capable of earning the love of her mom, she found
what she thought was a lifelong love, until it wasn't. When she meets Max, the
new drummer in her brothers' band, she just might find that love she has been
searching her whole life for.
No stranger to pain and heartache. Max has
learned from his past, that when you find someone worthy of your love, you give it
all. Losing his mom at a young age showed him how fragile life is. He lives life with
as few regrets as possible, and when he wants something he fights with all he has to
get it.
Hemingway doesn't stand a chance against
the force that is Max's love and devotion, not that she would want
to.
Will Hemingway be able to move on from her past
and open her heart up to love? Will Max be the one to show her the way? Or will
they give up and move on when Hemingway is forced to confront her past head
on?
“So what exactly happened between you
two last night? Bec never came home.” Raising my eyebrow as I wait for an
answer, everyone’s eyes snap over to where Becca is currently trying to put
space between her and Jay. When I feel Max’s hands on my thighs, I look up
at him.
“What?” I ask, trying to keep an
innocent tone to my voice.
“That wasn’t very nice of
you,” he says with a smirk. I can see the laughter dancing behind his
eyes.
Looking back over to Jayden, since it appears
neither of them are going to answer, I press on. “Looks like you moved Becca
up your to-do list?” I try to keep a straight face, but it’s not easy,
especially when I can hear Bodhi fighting back his laughter, and can feel
Max’s chest shaking with silent laughter as he buries his face in my
hair.
“Come on, Hem, you know that line was
only for you.” Max stops laughing and his head shoots up. I’m a little
afraid to turn around and see the look on his face, and from the satisfied look on
Jayden’s face, I would guess that he successfully hit his
mark.
“What do you mean that line is only for my
sister?” Niki questions.
Unable to fight the laughter anymore, I tip my
head back and let out a laugh from deep inside.
“The day I met Jay, he asked if I wanted to
go somewhere and hangout.” Fighting back the laughter, I look over at Niki
and Eli.
Shaking his head, Jay chuckles. “She said
she was too busy to hang, so I look at her and deadpanned, ‘I was too, but I
just moved you to the top of my to-do list.’ She slapped me.” This has
all of the guys hooting in laughter. I look over at Jay, and he
winks.
Author JC Thompson was born in raised in the
Pacific Northwest. Where she currently lives with her high school sweetheart, two
little girls, and five furry kids (3 cats and 2 dogs). JC loves to read romance, the
smuttier the better. She is a self-proclaimed book addict that likes to get last in a
false reality anytime possible.
Hemingway’s Hope is JC’s debut
novel, and it won’t be the last.
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