RE-RELEASE: The Long Way Home by K. Langston

Title: The Long Way Home

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Re-release Date: 9-14-17

BLURB:  

Broken. Shattered. Destroyed.

Healing seems impossible.

Moving on…

Unbearable.   

I can’t let go of the past. The overwhelming guilt won’t let me. I fight the pain every single day but it’s not getting any easier to carry, and there are days when I wonder if I will ever find happiness.

Or if I even deserve it.  

Determined to endure my misery alone, I’ve pushed everyone out of my life, including my best friend, Linc. Now he’s back and he won’t leave without a fight. He’s tearing down my walls and forcing me to face what I’ve kept buried for so long. Because of him, I feel like I can finally breathe again, and there’s a sliver of hope weaving its way into my heart.

Will it be enough to save me from the darkness that threatens to drown me?  

Love isn’t always easy.  

But it’s always worth it.

Author’s note: The Long Way Home is a new edition of the previously published book titled Sylvie. With the exception of a new cover, blurb, title, and added bonus material all other content remains the same.

EXCERPT

It’s nearly dark when I wander out onto the porch and find Linc packing up his tools and loading up his truck.

“I won’t be here tomorrow so make sure you bring water and your lunch.”

He chuckles, the sound soothing and warm. “I will.”

Slamming the tailgate of his truck, he walks to the foot of the steps. The porch light illuminates his face as a smile teases the corners of his lips.

I fold my arms across my chest.

I’ve never had to fight so hard at it. When Dean was here it was easier to mask. But now that he’s gone, it’s taking everything I have to cover it up.

He props a booted foot onto the bottom step. “We’ll be finished tomorrow.”

“Good.”

Step.

“Doesn’t mean I’m finished with you though.”

Step.

“Told ya I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Linc plants his feet on the porch, standing directly in front of me, eyes gleaming with affection. The green irises set my body on fire and build an inferno of heat, raging in my heart and between my legs.

“What’s for dinner?”

I smile because, damn it all to hell, when it comes to him, I can’t help myself. “Fish sticks and macaroni and cheese.”

He smirks. “You know that’s my favorite.”

One minute I’m standing on my front porch, trying desperately to resist him. And the next minute, I’m in his arms…

Giving in.

His lips claim mine, soft yet hard paired with unmistakable determination. His warm tongue tangles with mine, tasting of deep longing and strong desire.

The kiss of that desperate boy long ago pales in comparison to that of this unyielding man.

I throw my arms around his shoulders as he backs me into the door. “I’ve waited a fucking lifetime for this?” he whispers across my lips before seizing them once more, renewing his passion.

I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long, to feel his touch, to taste his lips once more. The possessive manner in which his fingers brand my skin, the way his tongue greedily slides against mine.

Linc begins to slow the kiss but I’m not ready for it to end, so I dig deeper and pull tighter, in my vain attempt to soar higher.

I don’t want to let this moment go.

Ever.

His hands cup my face and I can sense him trying to pull away, so I let him, because otherwise I’ll beg him to take me right here and now. His forehead rests against mine, and I take this opportunity to breathe him in.

“God, I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” I say, still trying to grasp the reality of what is happening. “I still can’t believe you’re here.”

His eyes meet mine as confusion settles on his face. “Why?”

“Because of everything that’s happened between us. Because of everything I said to you. I thought you would hate me forever. It’s what I wanted.”

“I could never hate you.”

“I would hate me,” I whisper.

His hands move to my back, pulling me into his chest. “Know what I hate? I hate what he’s done to you. I hate what he took away from us, and most of all, I hate that you’re still letting him.”

God, I hate it, too.

“It’s time.”

“I know.” I agree, because even though I don’t deserve him, I need him in order to survive this.