
But beautiful things don’t always last and Leo winds up being adopted. Their love is so strong, so deep-it doesn’t matter how young they are. I’ve loved Leo McKenna for so many years…but am I falling IN love with him?”Īnd so it begins. Somewhere along the way, they become more to each other. She tells him stories, beautiful stories that take them to a magical place far away from the sorrow and loneliness of their reality. They become instant friends-the best of friends.

Leo is the first person who cares, who is there for her-her protector. Taking care of the other kids, doing household chores, basically a paycheck to the people who take her in. Evie is cast aside, never receives the attention she deserves-she just exists to these families. They meet in the first foster care home they live in. Their journey begins when Evie is just 10 and Leo is 11. Her writing style, her ability to grab your heart and make you feel every raw emotion-just completely mesmerized me.

Every once in a while you come across a book that completely captivates you, sucks you in and you fall in love…completely. My answer to that questions lies in the book I just finished. They wonder what I get out of it, why I choose to read whenever I have a free moment. But, should she trust this sexy stranger? Or is he keeping a secret about what his connection to Leo is really all about and why Leo disappeared all those years ago? The attraction between them is undeniable.

Then a man shows up out of the blue, claiming that her long lost love, Leo, sent him to check up on her. Now eight years later, in spite of the odds, Evie has made a life for herself. When Leo unexpectedly gets adopted as a teen and he moves to another city, he promises Evie that he will contact her as soon as he gets there and come back for her in a few short years. As they grew, their bond turned to love, and they vowed to make a life together when they turned 18 and were no longer a part of the system. Evie and Leo met in foster care as children and formed a bond of friendship.
