Book Title: A Paper Trail
Series: My Paper Heart
Book Number: Three
Author: Magan Vernon
Cover Designer: Sharp Cover Designs
Photographer: Michael Meadows Photography
Model: Brandon Lane
♥ ♥ ♥
Passing her first semester of community college? Done.
Getting her boyfriend an amazing birthday gift? Done.
Throwing up in New Orleans on said boyfriend's birthday? Yeah...about that...
Everything in Libby's life was falling into place...or she thought it was.
After a night of sin in New Orleans, she thought she might just be sick from exhaustion but a trip to the doctor proved otherwise.
Now instead of moving forward, her and commit-a-phobic boyfriend Blaine Crabtree have to go in a completely new direction.
Every road block has gotten in their way. Everything to tear them apart. Now they have to figure out if they are strong enough to move forward or if this is the end of their paper trail.
♥ ♥ ♥
Get A Paper Trail (book 3)TODAY!
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1KYC3n1
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1KSh9WJ
And check out the other books in the My Paper Heart Saga.
My Paper Heart (book 1) is FREE everywhere.
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1O4ngaL
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1i1VDS3
On Paper Wings (book 2) is on sale for 99 cents FOR A LIMITED TIME.
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1KbE3By
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1LmQtaU
These Paper Walls (Book 4) is available for Pre-Order and comes out NEXT WEEK!
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1V26Qid
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1OwLLMT
♥ ♥ ♥
Now for an exclusive excerpt of These Paper Walls (the last book! Out next week!)
"She loves you, you fucking idiot. She told you that she loved you and you fought with her and came running here instead of saying it back?"
"I know. I know. I'm a dumbass." I ran my hand over my face.
Jackson and I stood in his kitchen. He was in the middle of cooking dinner, but turned off the burner and handed me a beer as soon as I walked in.
I should have just turned back around and gone to Libby's or done something, but instead I found myself driving down the gravel path to Jackson's place.
"Well, what the hell are you going to do about it? Ain't you supposed to fly to Chicago with her tomorrow?"
I took a long pull of my beer. "Yeah. That's probably not going to happen."
Jackson raised his eyebrows. "So you're going to break the girl's heart again? That sounds like a major dick move, even for you."
I shook my head. "You know I ain't never going to be good enough for her. She can't fall in love with me, you know as well as I do that nothing good is going to come of her staying with me."
"Then why do you stay with her? Why, if you seem to think that this is a bad idea, do you stay with her?"
I raked my fingers through my hair. "I don't know! Maybe I'm stupid? A glutton for punishment."
Jackson pointed his beer at me. "Or maybe you love her too and that scares the shit out of you."
I blew out a deep breath. "I don't even know what the hell love is."
He shook his head. "I think love is different for each person, but I think the one thing it has in common is putting the other person's feelings before yours. If you're so worried about Libby loving you, isn't that the same thing?"
I shook my head. "Don't get all philosophical on me right now, Jacks."
He put his hands up. "I'm just saying. I've seen the way you are with her. You know you love her, I just wish you weren't so stupid and you'd put down your beer and drive back over there to apologize."
"We both know I'm not going to do that."
He set his beer down on the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. "Then what are you going to do? Are you going to completely break this girl's heart? Go home and maybe call up one of your past hussies to see if they'll help you get over her, but you know they won't? Why don't you just man up, buddy, for once in your life."
"Fuck you, Jackson," I spat.
"No need to resort to language. I'm just telling you the truth."
"Thanks for the beer," I muttered, setting the half-empty bottle down on the counter before turning and walking out of his house.
He didn't follow. He didn't say anything else. He just let me think on his words.
I lay in bed, unable to sleep, just staring at the ceiling. The same ceiling that not long ago I'm sure Libby had been staring at when I was inside of her.
Now I was alone. Really alone.
And I missed her. I fucking missed her. I missed the way her hair fell over face. The way she bit her lip when she was nervous. Everything.
I shut my eyes, trying to block out her smile, but I couldn't. There was no way to block her out.
I was fucking in love with Libby Gentry, which was dangerous.
I'd seen the hotel her friend was getting married at. I looked up the suburb her parents lived in. They were millionaires and I was just a redneck from southern Louisiana. I'd never be enough.
I shook my head. The best thing was just to end this now before either of us got hurt anymore than we already were.
♥ ♥ ♥
Magan Vernon has been living off of reader tears since she wrote her first short story in 2004. She now spends her time killing off fictional characters, pretending to plot while she really just watches Netflix, and she tries to do this all while her two young children run amuck around her Texas ranch.
Amazon Author Link: http://amzn.to/1Mi23I9
Website Link: www.maganvernon.com
Goodreads Link: www.goodreads.com/maganvernon
Facebook Page Link: www.facebook.com/authormaganvernon
Newsletter sign up: http://eepurl.com/qIJA5