Wilted (30 page)
Katie Mac
- I tried REALLY hard this time to follow my Katie Mac’s Handbook (AKA Breaking Mia’s Horrible Habits). In the process, I’ve created all kinds of new habits for you! Dottie loves you so much, sassy momma! Wine, cheesecake, and chocolate is there anything better? Raising my red solo cup and breaking into song! “E-coli soup.”
Lori Underwood
- Once again my words look fabulous because of your magical touch! You helped me breathe back life into something that meant so much to me. For that, I’ll always be grateful! Gosh, how I miss your Luanese keyboard.
P.s. I love you, Bnitch!
Tabitha, Amber, Lexi, & April
-Thank you so much for doing a quick read through for me!! HUGE smooches!!
My Brit Hoes-AKA- Francesca C. and
Krystle L.
- Thank you from the bottom of my heart for always being there for me! Even if you ladies are both crazy as hell, you make my day! Francesca, you will never ever know just how much that journal meant to me. I love you ladies! P.S. Try to behave!
Bared Naked Words
- You girls rock my world! Thank you for all that you do! P.S. Thanks for the “inspirational emails.” Always remember I have PLENTY to share back.
Joni Clines & Melissa Gill- Feisty Girls Book Blog
- I love you ladies more than words can say! Thank you for always being there for me!!
To my fans and readers
, I owe so much to you! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking a chance on my series! I’m humbled beyond belief at the support and emails I’ve received since this story released in Sept. 2013. I can’t wait to share Lucas’ story with all of you. Huge hugs to you all! Mwah!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mia fell in love with the literary world at a very young age and began putting her active imagination to pen and paper at the age of six. Over the years, she has filled up numerous shelves with her notebooks and journals of her favorite stories. Twelve years ago, Mia began drafting The Rose of Thorne Series and through encouragement of a close friend, decided to finally take the leap of faith to bring her dream to life. She openly admits to having a hopeless infatuation with her Kindle and suffers from the one-click book addiction (No intervention required).
Mia is currently a stay at home mom who has mastered the fine art of making a PB&J sandwich in between laundry and shuttling kids to ballet and swimming. In her spare time (“What spare time?” She laughs), she enjoys photography, traveling, and having a girls night out with her pals. She enjoys the simple things in life: such as sleeping more than 3 hours per night and 10 minute showers without being interrupted by children yelling “mommy” from the other side of the bathroom door.
Mia Michelle resides in Tennessee with her soul mate and husband, along their two beautiful young children. She is currently working on drafting some exciting new projects due soon!
MIA WOULD LOVE FOR YOU TO FOLLOW HER!!
Haven’t read Sklyar & Sebastian’s story yet? Be sure to find out where it all began. Here is a brief snippet of
Rose Of Thorne.
PROLOGUE
Sebastian
People always have that one day, that one specific moment that they wish they could change or just erase. For me, that day is September 8, 2005. Some mistakes are impossible to make right and the words, ‘I’m sorry,’ can’t begin to express your deepest remorse. Shame and regret for leaving her that night still fill my days. Hell, for getting behind that damn wheel knowing that I’d had too much to drink. Since then, I keep my days busy with work and numb my pain at night with countless women. No matter what I do, the nightmare that I know as reality is right there waiting when I close my eyes at night.
Every night, it’s the same dreaded dream. Bright lights flash before my eyes, and the sounds of screeching tires and glass shattering roars in my ears. Then, there is the deafening silence. The smell of burning rubber on pavement mixed with tequila on my clothes fills the air. Twisted bodies hang from the mangled remains of what once was a family’s car. I can see her beautiful, angelic face and the bright red blood that runs down her flawless cheek. And then, her breathtaking turquoise eyes open briefly, and I can see the reflection of my own dark soul.
I jolt awake from my nightmare, and desperately try to catch my breath. My body is soaked in sweat, and my charcoal colored sheets now cling to my damp skin. Seven long years have passed since that awful night, yet it haunts me as if it were yesterday. I wish I could say that the dream is just a silly nightmare, but for me, it is reality. I have learned to accept it as my punishment, and live as a tortured soul for what I have done, for what I can never take back. It will forever be a wrong that I can never make right. But today is different, because today, I can take no more. Today is the day that I decide to face the past and to find those turquoise eyes. Now, I am a Thorne in search of his Rose.
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Skylar
Sweet sixteen should be one of the best days in a girl’s life. For most teenagers, sweet sixteen is an epic milestone, a milestone that signifies that you will finally be looked at more as an adult and less as a kid.
Sadly, my sweet sixteen was not sweet for very long. In a matter of seconds, a wonderful, magical day turned into a sad day of mourning. Simply said, it was both the best and worst day of my life.
I don’t remember much from the night of the accident, but I cling to every sweet memory of what an incredible day it started out to be. I remember the complete happiness that I felt as my parents surprised me with dinner at my favorite restaurant, La Cado, located an hour away from our Austin, Texas hometown. It has been seven long years since the night of the accident, and yet, I can still feel their warm arms around me and hear their sweet voices singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me. I remember their excitement when I opened my silver Tiffany bracelet and the enormous smile on my Daddy’s face when he playfully smeared icing on my nose. Yes, I remember every single, magical moment, but for all the good I remember, there is also the bad.
I can still see the lights of the car as it swerves into our lane. I can still hear my parent’s desperate cries when our cars make impact. I remember reaching out to hold my little sister’s hand as she cried out in agony for our parents. And then, I remember the deafening silence and the darkness that came soon after.
Ruled a hit and run by the Highway Patrol, I still can’t quite understand how someone could drive away from an accident. How can someone go on with his everyday life as if nothing has happened? No one will ever step forward to take the blame for the accident, but I have had to learn to let go of the anger, and just live day to day.
If you ask, I will tell you that a large part of me died that day. My dreams of dancing, of my father walking me down the aisle, they are all gone. My world is forever shattered. Three days after the accident, I buried the two most incredible loves of my life. I would have willingly allowed them to bury me right along with them, but instead I had to bury my grief and be strong for my little sister. So, I do the only thing I can do… survive. I am, after all, a Rose by name. Waiting to bloom, and yet, wilting fast in the sun.
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