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Title: More Than Forever
Author: Jay McLean
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: July 12, 2014
MORE THAN FOREVER, #4
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Blurb
-LUCY-
There is a love so fierce it cannot be measured.
A heart so strong it will never slow.
There is a promise so sure it can never lie.
He promised me that love forever.
Even when it wasn't enough.
-CAMERON-
Forever. Everlasting.
Eternal.
There is no measure of time.
No sounds of the ticking of a clock.
Just the rising and falling of the sun.
And our own sense of forever.
But our forever isn't always.
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EXCERPT
Mom says that there’s absolutely no pain worse than labor.
For sixteen hours, so she says, she went through absolute hell.
She jokes that sometimes she wonders if it was worth it.
I call bullshit.
I say that nothing, absolutely nothing, can feel worse than being hit in the junk with a baseball bat.
Lincoln’s eyes are huge as he grimaces. “I’m so sorry, Cam.”
I’m folded over myself, too preoccupied with the ache below my stomach.
Sometimes, there’s a delay with the pain.
But not this time.
This time it was instant.
I try to speak, but nothing comes out.
He looks like he wants to cry and I want to assure him that it’s all good—but I can’t.
Liam, Lincoln’s twin brother, is laughing.
The little punk.
I’ll be sure to make him do extra shit next practice. “Cam, are you okay?”
I try to straighten, but it just makes the pain worse. “Yeah, bud. I just gotta let it settle.”
“I swear I didn’t see you behind me.”
There’s panic clear in his voice and for a second I want to tell myself to suck it up and quit being a little bitch, but I can’t do that either.
The pain’s too overwhelming.
Liam’s still laughing his ass off.
My eyes narrow at him and Lincoln must notice, because he turns to his brother and pushes him hard enough that he falls to the ground.
For sixteen hours, so she says, she went through absolute hell.
She jokes that sometimes she wonders if it was worth it.
I call bullshit.
I say that nothing, absolutely nothing, can feel worse than being hit in the junk with a baseball bat.
Lincoln’s eyes are huge as he grimaces. “I’m so sorry, Cam.”
I’m folded over myself, too preoccupied with the ache below my stomach.
Sometimes, there’s a delay with the pain.
But not this time.
This time it was instant.
I try to speak, but nothing comes out.
He looks like he wants to cry and I want to assure him that it’s all good—but I can’t.
Liam, Lincoln’s twin brother, is laughing.
The little punk.
I’ll be sure to make him do extra shit next practice. “Cam, are you okay?”
I try to straighten, but it just makes the pain worse. “Yeah, bud. I just gotta let it settle.”
“I swear I didn’t see you behind me.”
There’s panic clear in his voice and for a second I want to tell myself to suck it up and quit being a little bitch, but I can’t do that either.
The pain’s too overwhelming.
Liam’s still laughing his ass off.
My eyes narrow at him and Lincoln must notice, because he turns to his brother and pushes him hard enough that he falls to the ground.
That makes Liam stop.
He gets up and dusts the dirt of his uniform.
“We should go, Linc, we’re the last ones here.”
Lincoln looks around.
So do I.
Liam’s right, everyone’s gone.
“I’m just gonna help Cam pack up,” Lincoln replies, picking up the team equipment bag and chucking in the helmets and bats sitting by my feet.
He looks up at me again, and I can see how sorry he really is.
Standing to full height, I do my best to ignore the pain.
“It’s okay, Linc. Seriously, it’s passed now.”
It hasn’t, but he doesn’t need to know that.
He finishes packing anyway and hands me the bag, it’s bigger than he is.
I take it from his hands and look around again. “Your mom or dad late to pick you up?”
“Nah,” Liam says, the laughter and amusement now gone.
“Lucy’s here.”
“Lucy?”
“Our sister,” Lincoln explains.
They both turn to the bleachers and so do I.
A lone girl sits at the bottom bench.
Something flat, black and rectangular in her hand, kinda like a tablet, I guess. Her foot’s rocking a stroller back and forth.
It strikes me as strange, because the girl looks familiar.
She’s in my class, I think.
She’s a freshman and she has a baby?
Stuff like that doesn’t happen in our town and if it did, I’d know.
Everyone would know.
“Lucy!” Liam shouts.
She doesn’t look up.
“Lucy!” Lincoln this time.
She still doesn’t look up, but her foot continues to rock the stroller.
“Luce!” Liam yells again.
Nothing.
My eyes narrow before looking down at the boys.
“Is your sister...uh...hearing impaired?”
They both let out simultaneous snorts.
“No,” Lincoln answers, pulling his cap further down his head and looking up at me.
His eyes roll as he says, “She’s just reading.”
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One night I met a girl.
A sad and broken girl, but one more beautiful than any other.
She laughed through her sadness, while I loved through her heartbreak.
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He was right.
It made no difference whether it was 6 months or 6 years.
I couldn’t undo what had been done.
I couldn’t change the future.
I couldn’t even predict it.
It was one night.
One night when everything changed.
It was so much more than just the betrayal.
It was the Tragedy.
The Deaths.
The Murders.
But it was also that feeling.
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It was my choice to walk away the first time.
And my choice to chase her the second.
But sometimes you don't get a choice, and all you get are the consequences.
"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
Unless that someone is Logan Matthews.
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It didn't give me the courage to fight for him.
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It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us."
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And they did.
They ruined us and turned our dreams into nightmares.
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AUTHOR BIO
Jay McLean is the author of the More Series, including More Than This, More Than Her, More Than Him and soon to be released, More Than Forever. She also has two standalones coming soon titled The Road, and Combative.
Jay is an avid reader, writer, and most of all, procrastinator.
When she's not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her two little boys, or devouring some tacky reality TV show.
She writes what she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh, make her smile, make her hurt, and make her feel.
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