Where Love Lives by K. Street Series: Maplewood Falls
Published by Self on 01/23/20
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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I’ve never had a place to call home.
Growing up in foster care, I learned not to get attached.
The day Easton Chadwick walks into my life, my sense of self-preservation falls by the wayside.
When I’m in his arms, it’s easy to believe in the fairy tale. Then, tragedy strikes, serving as a soul-crushing reminder that nothing lasts forever.
Suffocated by fear, I pack my bags, leaving Easton and the town of Maplewood Falls behind.
Several months later, I come face-to-face with the man who still owns nearly every part of me, but one night fueled by alcohol and bad decisions doesn’t change anything.
At least, that’s what I tell myself …
Until those two pink lines appear.
For the first time in my life, I’m willing to lay my heart on the line for a family and a place to call home.
Because home is where love lives.
I absolutely loved the first book in the Maplewood Falls series by K. Street, Where Forever Ends, so I was so excited to read the second book, Where Love Lives, and let me tell you, I was not disappointed. Though this is the second book in the series, it can be read as a standalone, however, I highly recommend the first book. This time we get Easton’s story, Saylor’s brother from the first book and I just loved him.
When Easton meets Molly he just knows there is something there. But where Easton was raised in a family where there was love and happiness, Molly was not. Molly was raised in the foster care system and was always alone. Though she feels something towards Easton, opening herself up to someone is difficult, so she runs, more than once. Easton had to learn to trust Molly again, but could he be the guy to do it? Their story was emotional and full of so many feels. They were greet together and I loved watching them grow both individually and together.
I don’t know you?” I closed the distance between us and reached for her hand.
“You bite the tip of your index finger when you’re nervous. You eat peanut
butter straight from the jar and hum when you lick the spoon. Family gatherings
make you uncomfortable. And you’re stubborn as hell.”
love you with all that I am.”
the threat of tears.
me. That you don’t love me. Because if you can do that, I’ll walk out that door,
and I won’t ever look back.”
The urge to press my mouth to hers burned through me, but I needed an answer.
when she opened them again, it was as though a switch had been flipped. She
grasped my wrists, removing my hands from her face, and then took a step back
and straightened her spine.
delivered the blow. “I don’t want you. I don’t love you.”
to the ground, giving it a shake before I looked back at her. “You win.” I gave
her my back and made my way to the door. “Molly,” I said, reaching for the
handle.
turn around.
into a thickly corded rope. “I never want to see you again.”
has been making up stories since she was old enough to talk and began writing
at the tender age of eleven. She resides in central Florida with her husband
and daughter, as well as a tiny menagerie of pets; including a dog, a cat, and
a bearded dragon. K is a foodie with an affinity for coffee, peach Moscato, and
dark chocolate. When she isn’t plotting her next story K enjoys reading,
spending time with her family and cheering on her favorite hockey team, the
Chicago Blackhawks.
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