Synopsis
“Dealing with your own terminal illness is easier than telling your best friend that you’re in love with her. Just sayin’.” – Regina Callahan
Reggie Callahan has come to terms with her prognosis of less than a year to live. She’s been dealing with it all summer thanks to blacking out and falling off her horse back home in Wisconsin. Instead of starting her junior year, she’s only back at New York University to tie up loose ends. One of them is breaking the news to her childhood friend, actress and model, Desi St. Clair. For Reggie, telling her that she is sick, and leaving the city is harder than learning you’re going to die.Until Desi kisses her.
This isn’t a story about gender preference or about living with cancer. Plain and simple, it’s about love and what people are willing to endure to live without regrets and savor every moment.
Portion of all sales will go to Free2Luv, a non-profit charity that supports anti-bullying & the freedom of expression.
**This is a STANDALONE novella. It is not part of a series, and does not contain a cliffhanger. This book is intended for mature audiences. Does NOT contain explicit or graphic sexual scenes. **
REVIEW:
I am still reeling from this book it took me on a journey that I was not excepting, well I can’t really say that either…. I knew or I thought I knew I should say, but I really didn’t I took this book on and read it because it hit’s so close to home for me and I wanted to see how close this story is to the real life stuff. Well let me tell you, I can’t say for sure on the whole treatments but as a whole when it comes to cancer and how it affects you or your family, Yes she is. As matter a fact I felt as though I was right there with the characters. I couldn’t put the book down so I read it really fast I just had to know what happed yes it’s one of those kind of books, I love them kind of books though… haha
Okay so this book is F/F and I have to say this is my first
ever F/F book I’ve read so going in I was a bit on the leery side not knowing
what to except, but it wasn’t graphic at all there was some kissing but that’s
not bad all graphic stuff was left out for the most part. I am all for f/f, or
m/m each to their own, I strongly believe that is one’s own choice and no one
should ever be judged upon that. I however know that is not how today world
works, and so do these two characters. Regina aka Reggie is sick and has to
tell her lifelong best friend Desi, but she doesn’t know how she’s going to
bring herself to do it. Once Desi sees
Reggie she thinks after being gone for the last few weeks on a modeling gig she
thinks Reggie is on drugs. So of course Reggie stuffs that out right away, and
she tells Desi that she’s leaving school and that she’s sick.
What comes next surprises me and breaks me at the same time
I feel so bad for both Reggie and Desi, they have been hiding behind a fake
persona for most there teen and collage years or one of them has I should say…
and know that the truth is out My heart hurts for the wasted time, but you
can’t dwell on the past you have to live for today and this is a lesson that
these characters are going to learn
“A
sliver of life, that’s all I’ve been afforded. My heartbeat, my breath, and my
dreams. Then again, I think they don’t actually belong to me; they belong to
her. She is the everything that fills the space between my delirium and all
that is tangible. She is the reason I wake every morning. She is why I must
survive this. It is not hope that grows; it is a desperation to never be
without her. Before her proclamation, I was good with my fate. But now, here
with her, I want to fight it with every last bit of me.”
So Reggie
moves home with her parents to forgo treatments, Desi comes and visits as much
as possible between her crazy movie shoot and school. They promise each other
“NO MORE WASTED TIME” over the course of the fall months Reggie is doing
treatments and Desi is on set doing the movie the talk daily now and things are
going better, Christmas is here and Oh my I can’t wait for you all to read this
part of it!!! Yay
for Christmas and Did I tell you I love Reggie’s parents
there a couple of hippies and I just love them, J
lol ….. I totally don’t want to do this book any harm by giving anything away
it’s a must read it’s going to have you crying it’s going to have you laughing,
it’s going to leaving you mad at times and asking why…. It’s going to rip you
apart and gut you yep I said it I’m not going to lie, I can’t even go into
details with you but it’s totally not even something you see coming is the
worst part… I’m still kind of like omg….. what….. BUT…. The author did this for
the Characters own good I can see that now, Now I can but still wow. Yes it’s
worth it 100% worth it, Trust me the ending is wonderful and amazing and
beautiful!!! I give My Last Season With You
5 ☆☆☆☆☆
Excerpt
THE FOLLOWING MORNING IS molasses of silence. Desi didn’t come to bed last night, and I surmise she slept in a guestroom when I wake alone.
Sounds of movement draws me into the kitchen, but Desi does not greet me. Both my parents say their good mornings like we are in a library. As I move around the kitchen, Desi stays opposite from wherever I go. It’s a dance I do not like. I do my best to counter her moves, but she evades well. When I reach out to her, her glare scorches and turns further efforts to ash.
Desi flattens me by announcing she’s trying to get a flight out early. Something about an agency party she has to go to. We all know it’s an excuse. She’s leaving because of me. Most likely she won’t get a flight out today, but if I let this simmer, there’s no way she’ll stay for Timeless’ annual New Year’s Eve party. My insides are churning; every second of silence is a razor blade slicing through me. I have to say something to make her stay. The looks I am getting from Mom and Dad tell me the same. I get up from the table with the intent of going to her, but she moves away from me again. The sharp pain of my nails digging into my palms is not enough detract how deeply that cuts me.
“I have a few calls to make,” she softly says grabbing her coat. I notice she grabs her Christmas presents too. And there it is—hope. Though the red hat and scarf are out the door before I can reach her.
The throbbing of my heart pulses in my ears. It is all I hear in the kitchen with the exception of the battery-operated clock ticking away on the wall. The echoes click seconds away as if reminding me my time is limited.
Dad gets up and walks to the sink, standing next to me. It feels like an intrusion, almost offensive, as he is filling the space Desi has abandoned. Putting his arm around my shoulders, he sighs. “Regina, don’t wait. Life is not practice for the real thing; it IS the real thing. We can’t wait for the next test result, we can’t wait for the next treatment; we can’t wait for the next next. Go ahead and give yourself permission to own the moment. Moments are ours for the taking, and we have to grab it whenever we can. Make every moment, and make it count. Love like you have no tomorrow.
Do you really want this to be the last thing she remembers? Live your joy, live your love, and live your life as if it is. Nothing else matters but you and her. Remember what you said: don’t live like you’re dying.”
Everything inside me is clamping down, and it steals my breath. I can’t lose her now, not after waiting for so long to be with her. I can’t lose my best friend and the girl I’ve loved all my life. Determined, I snatch my down coat and wool scarf. I throw a weak smile at Dad, telling him ‘thank you’ with my watery eyes, and with my heart in hand, I go to her—the reason I breathe.
A creak from the side door announces me, and her shoulders tense at the sound. Desi shoves her phone back in her pocket, wiping her face and sniffling. A weight drops low in my belly knowing I caused that reaction. My fingers find her tiny waist and I sigh, leaning the crown of my head against her back.
“Don’t leave me,” I whisper, barely louder than the snowflakes falling around us.
Her hand jetties to her mouth to stifle a whimper. Her tremor shakes a few tears loose from me, melting the snow-covered ground I am staring at. Breath from both of us is crystallizing fast and rapid, surrounding us in a mist.
“You’re right, I am a hypocrite, and I am selfish. I’m sorry, baby. I can’t stand making you cry.” I am grateful she allows my touch, so I risk slipping my arms around her waist.
She sniffles. “Do you know how hard it was to keep up appearances dating all those guys, pretending I didn’t just want to stay home with you? I wasted so much time, and for what? My career? My image? I kept thinking, if I saw a glimmer from you, then I could tell you. I kept looking for hints, and clues, and innuendos. You should have been an actress, Reggie.”
I snort a laugh, which makes her chuckle.
“We are so stupid,” I say, which makes her laugh harder. “Let’s stop being stupid, babe.”
I don’t let her go as she slowly turns around to meet my begging eyes.
“Are you saying yes?” So much love and hope fills her falling tears.
Both our fears burned time we could have had together. My fear drove a crevasse between us, scorching through more. I realize fear is an incendiary element that tempts us away from greatness. I don’t have time to be afraid. I only have time to be great.
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About the author:
SVC Ricketts is a Contemporary Romance author and professional smart alec (self-professed). Her work has been recognized by the Pacific Northwest Writers Association and was selected as a finalist for the 2013 PNWA Literary Competition in the Romance category.
Raised between Southern California and Oahu, she moved to the Pacific Northwest in 1993 and although she loves it here, her heart belongs to the Islands - it always will. When she’s not in, what she loving calls “book-mode,” she multitasks her life between her hilarious adult special needs daughter, super smexy husband of 11 years, two dogs, and sweating out her stress in a hot yoga studio. She’s also an avid Twitter (@SVC_Ricketts) and Facebook (SVC Ricketts) addict (again, self-professed). If you want to check out her other ramblings, you can visit her at www.SmexyIndieAuthor.com.
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