Book Title: Point of No Return
(The Point Series)
Author: Olivia Luck
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: June 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast
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I
had it all: an adoring husband, supportive friends, thriving career, a homey
condo in the city.
Amend that.
I had it all except for love from my family. But life was
spectacular because I had him. Max was everything I dreamed a husband could be
and somehow he loved me just as wildly as I loved him.
Until one cruel night he was stolen from me.
Then I had nothing but a vicious battle ahead of me. It’s a
struggle so treacherous, I’m not sure if I’ll make it out with my heart in
tact. But on the other side of that brutal war waits the most wondrous prize.
Will I allow myself to move forward?
Prologue – Hers
When my husband works overnights at the fire station, I
sleep on his side of the bed. Max doesn’t know that even though he spends more
nights in our bed than out of it, I miss him enough to burrow in sheets
emanating the remnants of his aftershave. It’s like being cocooned in his arms
even when he’s not around. Sleep comes easier over here.
That’s where I am, tucked underneath the down cover, safe in
a dreamless slumber when a pounding rouses me. My heart leaps in surprise and I
launch into a seated position, hand hovering over my chest. With a blind hand,
I slap along the bedside table to find my glasses and jam them onto my nose.
Knuckle pounding against wood doesn’t cease when I capture the time.
Nothing good can come of someone knocking on your door at
one in the morning.
I scoot off the bed and shrug into the lightweight robe that
lies on my husband’s suit valet.
He hates it when I leave my things there,
I think numbly. Somehow my body’s moving forward, even though every
nerve ending screams at me to crawl back into bed and pretend this is a dream.
It’s almost like the Grim Reaper lurks on the other side of that door. I
imagine a black hooded robe, bony skeletal fingers clutching a scythe waiting
for me.
If there were enough time, I’d bargain with him. Beg to
replace my life for his. Give up everything I have on God’s green earth for the
man who gave me the gift of a full, flourishing life.
A knock on the door means it’s too late for brokering. If a
ringing phone yanked me from sleep, it wouldn’t be this daunting. The fear
wouldn’t be overpowering all of my other senses.
With a quivering hand I flip a light switch on and unlatch
the lock on our front door.
Their faces are grim, solemn. Hot tears blur my vision
before I can identify who has come to deliver the news. Even before they speak,
a strangled cry rips from my throat and my knees buckle. Like a puppet cut from
its strings, I collapse toward the floor. Strong arms encircle my waist
squeezing me tight.
The pressure of this man’s arms around me is the only thing
reminding me I’m still alive and not thrust into the depths of hell.
“Violet.”
“Don’t say it,” I shriek. A feral cat stole my voice box,
the howls ripping from my body completely unlike any other sound I’ve ever
made.
“Violet.” This time the stern voice fights through the
tornado of emotion and I blink hazily upward.
“Felix,” I whisper through a dry, cracked throat. Soot and
ash still mar his cheeks, hair disheveled in every which way. Weariness seeps
off him, from the slump in his shoulders to the exhaustion in his eyes.
“We lost him. I’m so sorry. We lost him.”
I don’t remember much of anything after that.
Olivia
Luck lives in the middle of America with her loving husband and her obsession
with writing. She wrote her first romance novel at age eight. When she’s not
reading, editing, or writing, you can find her in the kitchen learning to cook.
Olivia loves to travel and spend time with her family.
Get in touch with Olivia, she adores emails:
olivialuckauthor@gmail.com
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