by Michelle Alstead
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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When Brad Sorenson crossed paths with Zoe O’Loughlin at a high school graduation party, the connection was undeniable. He noticed her when no one else did; she inspired him to want more out of life. But it would be years before they’d meet again…and in the most unlikely of places.
Brad was looking for a good time online, not love. But Zoe was so sweet, so kind. Everything about her was perfect—until she fell in love with him. Zoe doesn’t know why Brad left her standing in an airport; he won’t return her calls or texts. With her self-esteem and dreams shattered, she can’t imagine ever loving anyone else. A single phone call changes Brad’s life forever. Now he wants just one thing: to make amends with the only woman that’s ever mattered.
Will his first love give him a second chance or will Zoe turn her back on love for good?
***This is not your typical romance. Real love is complicated and messy. This story is written for those who have loved the wrong person for all the right reasons.
Brad stood up and stretched, his eyes lingering on Zoe’s form as it grew smaller and smaller, until she disappeared into the distance. She wasn’t the best-looking girl at the party, but her blue-gray eyes were pretty and he liked the freckles sprinkled across her naturally fair skin. In a town full of fake-n-bake girls, it was nice to meet someone who wasn’t actively promoting skin cancer or coating their face with ten layers of makeup.
Zoe had seemed smart—a girl with her own mind who wouldn’t come easily. Smart girls were into more than keg-fueled parties and begging him to borrow his dad’s Beamer for a rager in Seattle.
Brad shoved both hands into the pockets of his slouch jeans. He never asked girls for their number. His dad was a doctor with a million-dollar practice and a house on Lake Chelan. His mother was a federal court judge with enough clout to expunge a juvie record with a 30-second phone call. Brad could attract small-town teenage girls with as little as an annoyed glance in their direction. But Zoe wasn’t the type to hit on him; she was obviously too nice of a girl.