I calmed his demons. He created mine.
Macon Davis.
My best friendâs brother.
My tormentor.
My least favorite person.
Pothead. Delinquent.
A careless, directionless loser.
Thatâs what I used to believe,
but I didnât really know him.
And when I finally saw him,
it was the best and worst thing to ever happen to me.
We burned hot and fast.
Passion. Anger. Love. Pain.
We were reckless. Naive.
We were doomed from the start.
When I finally saw Macon Davis for who he was,
we both went down in the flames.
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The Love of My Next Life is part one of a duet.
It is just as much a love story as it is a tale of ruin.
While the duet will end in an HEA, book one does not.
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