My Kind Of Crazy (21 page)

“Are you ready for this?” Chief Robertson holds out his arm
to me behind the closed doors that lead to the interior of the church. I wrap
my fingers around the inside crook of his elbow and try not to teeter in the
tall heels.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I tell him in a quiet whisper as
my knees begin to wobble. It’s the best and the worst kind of fear I’ve ever
felt as the doors swing open. Then it’s quelled at the sight of Jonah standing
in a suit at the end of the aisle. The entire town, except a few members, has
been invited, and they all showed.

The pastor is standing directly in the center, and my three
bride’s maids are lined up and ready for their chance at catching the bouquet
later. One of them is Cassandra Hash, whom admitted to being abused by Henry
after he was arrested. We struck up a friendship after we met in the grocery
store, and she talked nonstop about her baby.

The first step into the room is the hardest, but after that
I just want to run down the aisle and get the ‘I do’s’ over with so we can get
to the after party. People all look at me with misty eyes as I walk in, and I
try not to feel a wave of embarrassment wash over me. I’m wearing makeup over
the scars, but they still show through in bright lighting.

Cassandra insisted that I wear the strapless wedding dress
because she said it accentuated my perfect figure. I insisted it showed off my
flaws, but she hushed me and told me that if Jonah doesn’t mind, then I
shouldn’t care either. So I’m wearing a white wedding dress, carrying a red
rose bouquet down the aisle, and all I can think about is pulling that suit
jacket off Jonah’s shoulders later.

“Good luck up there,” Robertson whispers to me as he takes
his place. I barely remember most of the vows. I just repeat what I’m told to
say, and we exchange rings that are much simpler than the engagement ring I
received six months ago.

Jonah pulls the veil with tiny fake diamonds all over it
back and lets his hand rest on the nape of my neck. He pulls me up into the
kiss that he always gives me each morning, and parts my mouth before all the
bystanders. It’s not until I hear loud cheering and the clearing of the pastor’s
throat that I realize we’ve gone on for well over a minute.

Our cheeks are flushed, and I’m having a hard time breathing
while I try to control my heart rate. Then I look at the pastor and smile. “So
we’re married?” I ask quietly, and he chuckles.

“Yes, you are legally married.” I grin as I look back at
Jonah.

“I guess we’re not living in sin anymore.” I whisper to him,
and he chuckles at me.

“I guess not, but I think it’ll still be just as fun.” The
pastor’s face reddens as he realizes what I’m implying, and we make our exit
through the crowd of well-wishers to a limousine hired from in the city. The
poor man had to drive an hour and forty five minutes to get here.

As we slide into the back and Jonah pops a bottle of
champagne, I lean over and wrap my arms around him as I nuzzle his neck.

“Jonah?” He makes an hmm noise as he pours us each a glass.
“I love you.” I tell him quietly, and he looks down at me with a quirk of his
lips.

“I love you, too.”

Thank you for
reading!

I would first like to thank all the wonderful doctors who
contribute to the WebMD website, which is where I found most of my information
for this book. It’s where I find most of my information on medications, side
effects, and symptoms of numerous diseases that interest me. It’s truly an
abundance of information there!

I always end up typing this, but it’s the truth. An author
is nothing without his or her readers, and every day I try to make my writing
better for
you
. I sincerely hope that this story delivered as much as
you hoped it would!

I listened to a variety of songs for this book from over
twenty different artists, but the one song that I listened to over and over
again while thinking about my characters was Fuckin’ Perfect by P!nk. Music is
a doorway to the soul, and I believe that it can cure a bad day or set the mood
for a good one. So turn it up!

This is more of a side note than an acknowledgement, but for
all the people out there who suffer with some type of illness whether it’s
physical or mental, don’t ever stop fighting. According to an article from
medicine.net, twenty five percent of American adults suffer from mental
illness. In fact, it’s more common than cancer, which means someone you know
may be suffering with some form of mental illness.

Finally, I would like to thank my family for their undying
support and love during my journey as a writer. You are my inspiration, my
reason, and my perseverance. I love you all more than anyone will ever know.

A story of a woman who fights through her past and
present demons (one in particular) to have the love she deserves.

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plays off the first story. It’s about a woman’s inability to accept her flaws
and let someone love her
because
of them rather than for just her
strengths.

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himself in a bind when he feels a semblance of emotion for a girl who is
property to a gang member.

More of a young adult novel, this story is about a young
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rectify it by helping animals at a shelter in her situation. Mason knows what
it’s like to lose someone close to him, but he still has some of his family
left. There is something about Emily that makes him want to reach out and be a
better person.

Having a famous sister comes with its perks and its
difficulties, but does Emmaline really need a bodyguard? To top all that off,
she’s has a mild form of albinism which makes her eyes a freakish violet color.
Can she forgive the one man who can look her in the eyes when she finds out his
own flaws?