Synopsis

“I’ll find you again.”

That was my husband Jesse’s dying promise, a vow I’m certain he’ll keep. This wasn’t the first lifetime Jesse and I shared, and since love never dies, we knew, someday, we would be reunited.
After he passed away, I thought I’d never experience a love like that again—not in this lifetime anyway—and I accepted that.

But fate had other plans for me…

I met Dev Abramson when his white German shepherd plowed into me in Central Park, knocking me flat on my back, then slathering my face with her effervescent kisses. I was instantly drawn to Dev’s calm, centered presence and to his dog, Sheba, who welcomed me like a long-lost friend.

Dev gave me his card, but I failed to follow up, something I deeply regretted. So, when our paths crossed a second time, I wasn’t about to let him slip away again. I needed to know more about
the handsome jazz pianist.

I never expected to fall in love with Dev, but now that I have—I’m afraid if I tell him that I was married to Jesse, one of the most famous rock stars in the world, and that we have shared previous lifetimes—I’ll lose him.

But my connection with Dev was instantaneous and so deep—as if I’d known him forever.
And I can’t help but wonder, maybe I have…

THIS BOOK IS THE SEQUEL TO LOVE ON THE EDGE OF TIME WHICH MUST BE READ FIRST.
THIS BOOK IS NOT A STANDALONE, IT IS A SEQUEL.

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Excerpt

We are both in deep. So deep that the capacity to maim one another is real and I don’t think either one of us ever expected to be this emotionally vulnerable. Losing him over this would devastate me, and what I’m seeing in him is the exact same fear. Dev is truly afraid of losing me over this. Not because he’s not been part of my soul journey, but that there is the possibility of my crossing paths, just like I did with him, with another person who has been, and if that time comes, he fears I will be powerless in fighting my fate, destiny trouncing free will.

This is f*ed up.

I know I need to cut him a break and realize that this is not a thing couples have to deal with—usually, ever—and he’s being tasked with dealing with it. I have always seen him as so centered and secure, that I expected he would. Flawlessly. But he’s just a man. A mortal man. And he’s right, I did set him up with my expectations. I need to take responsibility in this situation, too.

As we stand a mere three feet apart, I fear the chasm between us will continue to expand not only in distance, but also in depth. Like tectonic plates shifting, there’s no going back once a quake has occurred.

I can’t let it get there.

Not over this.

“Dev…” My heart hurts and I can feel my mouth going dry. “I apologize for being so insensitive and for getting angry. I’m expecting you to just deal with something that 99.9999% of people will never be asked to deal with. And for it to be like no big deal. Even though it’s a very big deal in my life.” God, I feel like shit. “But baby, it’s not a dealbreaker. Not for me. I’m not looking for anyone else. I don’t want to find someone else.” Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. “I just want you. I just want you.” The words catch in my throat.

“I just want to know, Kylie. I don’t want it always hanging there, lingering, ready to pounce and blow our world apart when we least expect it. When I least expect it.”

“I’m in too deep for that to happen. Don’t you know that? Please tell me you know that?” How can he not? How could he ever doubt what we have? “And by the way, you are my White Knight, whether you want to be or not. I owe my heart coming back to life to you. Please tell me you know that.” I’m not doing a good job of keeping the pain and fear out of my voice.

Please don’t take your love away from me.

“I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Shaking my head vigorously, I try to reassure him. “They’ve both dropped. There are no more shoes.” I smile, trying to insert a millimeter of slack into the tension. “Except for in my closet, and as you already know, there’s an insane amount of them in there.”

That elicits a smile and a head shake.

“Okay, so if you don’t want to be my White Knight, then I’m just going to think of you as my Ten of Cups.” Jesse was my King of Hearts. Dev my Ten of Cups.

Apropos.

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“Google it. It’s a compliment. I think you’ll like what you learn.”

EXCERPT FROM LOVE ON THE EDGE OF FOREVER © 2024 Julie A. Richman

About the Author

USA TODAY Bestselling author Julie A. Richman is a native New Yorker living deep in the heart of Texas. With an insatiable wanderlust and love of nature, Julie can often be found behind the lens of a camera in between writing books.

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