Release Blitz and Giveaway! Today’s Promises – S.R. Grey
Unfortunately, it is not.
Flynn and Jaynie are discovering that picking up the pieces of their shattered lives and moving forward is far from easy, particularly when the past keeps rearing its ugly head. And then, as if things weren’t tough enough, they are told the evil Allison Lowry, their former foster sister, may be released from prison early.
Committed to not allowing that to happen, Flynn and Jaynie begin to search for ways to keep their former tormentor behind bars. In doing so, dark secrets are uncovered. But instead of setting this young couple back, these new developments allow Jaynie and Flynn to grow closer than ever. As their commitment to one another deepens, these two broken people find new purpose and, more importantly, realize the healing they so deeply desire is finally within reach.
Today’s Promises is the beautiful, stirring conclusion to Flynn and Jaynie’s journey that first began in Tomorrow’s Lies.
I’m brought back to the present when I hear Jaynie drop something in the bathroom. Scrubbing a hand down my face, I’m torn over how best to help her. It’s hard to help someone when your own life is a freaking mess.
I hear Jaynie tearing open a candy bar and mutter, “Fuck.”
Rolling to my back, I rest my arm over my eyes. I’ve eaten plenty lately, but my stomach, as if on cue, begins to rumble. It’s like all this thinking about starving has reminded me of what it actually feels like to go days without food.
We are still both so fucked-up. Will we ever heal?
“Fuck it.” I throw back the quilt and head toward the bathroom. “Jaynie…” I rap on the door, once, twice, three times. “Let me in. Please.”
The door opens slowly, revealing my broken girl. She stands before me, a half-eaten candy bar in one hand and chocolate smudged all over her chin.
“Busted,” I say.
I’m trying to tease her to lighten the mood, but it sounds lame and pathetic.
“Sorry,” she mumbles.
I reach out and, using my thumb, wipe away evidence of her binge. “Don’t be silly. There’s no need for apologies. I was only kidding around.”
“All right, Flynn.”
When my stomach growls again, there’s no hiding I’m in the same boat as her. We’re like Pavlov’s freaking dogs, I swear.
“Hey,” I say softly, “think you could spare one for me?”
Smiling for the first time since I caught her red-handed—or chocolate-chinned, as it were—her deep green eyes sparkle.
Pulling me into the bathroom, she says, “Just get in here, Flynn.”
We spend the next ten minutes gorging on chocolate. And the reason is simple—when you’ve lived the lives we’ve lived, all within eighteen short years, you don’t take chances. You cover your bases. You live prepared. You eat when you can since you never know when the food might run out, or when it will be withheld from you.
The bottom line is that you absolutely must be ready for things to turn bad, because they always fucking do.
“Hey, can I have another?” I ask as I polish off candy bar number three.
Jaynie hands me five more, and then wisely suggests I look for a spot to hide four of them.
“You know,” she says, shrugging, “in case my stash ever runs out.”
“I’ll find a good place,” I promise her. “And then I’ll let you know where it is.”
“You do that, Flynn,” she replies, her eyes holding mine. “But after you tell me, don’t let anyone else know where you hid them. Like…ever.”
I nod, agreeing to her terms. Hell, it makes perfect sense.