Wicked Tales of Racy Reads: Belle's Goodbye by Ivy Love

Title: Belle’s Goodbye

Author: Ivy Love

Type: Standalone

Genre: Fiction, Suspense, Mystery & Suspense, Dark Suspense

Publication Date: July 25, 2017

Cover Design: Claudia Bost of CWB Designs, LLC

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Warning

This book does touch on some sensitive subjects and may contain triggers for some people.

Note, this is not your typical HEA story.

📚 Synopsis📚

Sometimes dreams are the only things we have to hold onto.

When those dreams are taken away, you are left with nothing.

All your dreams are shattered and you’re left holding the broken pieces.

You become a shell of the person you used to be.

Have you felt that way before?

Maybe not to that degree, but you’ve felt pain and sadness.

I have too.

This is my story.

If you’re looking for a happy ending this isn’t it.

But, if you read my story, maybe, just maybe you’ll understand why by the end.

My name is Belle and this is my goodbye.

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📚 Excerpt 📚

SOMETIMES the only thing you have to hold onto is a dream. When that dream flies away and you are left with nothing, you begin to feel like you are simply the shell of the person you used to be. There’s nothing anybody can say to help you and there’s nothing anybody can do to fix you. You begin to lose hope that there is any light left in the world you’ve lived in for so long. You realize the things you thought you could handle alone are too big for you to fix on your own. So, instead, you bury your true emotions behind fake smiles and laughs. You go out to dinners and drinks with your friends and pretend you’re fine, but inside you can feel yourself slowly drowning and disappearing. You know there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

I wasn’t always a shell of a person, in fact once upon a time, I remember when I genuinely smiled and laughed. A time before I was torn apart and my family was ripped from me. I grew up with a mother, a father and a brother. We were the epitome of a typical family. We lived in a small town in Colorado that had a population of about 1500 people. Our home was tucked away in the mountains, but we still knew our neighbors. Our town may have been small, but it wasn’t a ghost town. It was home to a hot springs resort that was, and still is, a pretty popular tourist destination. Both of my parents worked at the resort. My mother was one of the front desk managers and my father was the head chef. My parents worked a lot, so Brennan, my brother, and I ended up hanging out together more than most siblings would, which made us closer than other siblings our age.

I was lucky, I was only a year younger than Brennan, so he didn’t think hanging out with me was that big of a nuisance. Some days my brother and I would go to the hotel after school and other days we’d head home and just hang out. We had a good life.

Then one day it all changed.

This is my story. If you want my happy ending, I’m sorry, there won’t be one. However, I do promise that maybe, just maybe, you’ll understand why by the time I say goodbye.

My name is Belle and this is my goodbye.

It all began on a Thursday. Thursday, November 9, 2006, to be exact. I was fifteen years old at the time.

Author bio...
Simply put... I’m a lover of reading, writing, high heels and animals.

When I’m not writing, I’m working in the legal field or playing with my four, yes, four dogs. When I was in grade school, I was your classic nerd. I spent more time reading books “above my grade level” and getting lost in them, instead of paying attention to the people around me. I loved the journey each book would take me on, I still do. When I was thirteen I picked up a pencil and wrote my first hundred page story. It was the moment I realized that I could not only lose myself in books, but in my own words. That was the moment I fell in love with writing.

I write because I have to. I have stories to tell and want to share them with all of you. Whether you end up liking my books or not, I appreciate that you took the time to check me out. <3