April Canavan's Blog

My lungs were on fire, my body aching with every step, and all I wanted to do was collapse into a puddle on the ground. Every breath I pulled felt like sweet agony, but I didn’t stop. 

Anyone who ever said that they liked running was a liar. Still, I pushed myself harder and harder because running was the only way I’d be able to reach my goals. The only way I could make my dead brother Danny proud… from bey...

“When was the last time you even got laid?” 

Intentionally ignoring the bug in my ear, I sucked down most of the juice pouch in one gulp, relishing the burn as it hit my stomach.

The only good thing about being stuck in the Rockabilly’s roller rink in the middle of the day was the vodka and cranberry juice that I’d smuggled in after I cut open some juice pouches, poured the mixed drink in, and then sealed t...

I gave up on trying to keep him out after he broke the fourth lock on my door, and it wouldn’t shut right until he fixed it after his next visit in the middle of the night. 

It was useless, and Logan Pierce knew it. 

Hell, he knew every inch of my body better than I did. And every time I tried to get rid of him, there he was. Reminding me of why I couldn’t keep any of my walls up around him. 

“Are you awake...

The day I buried my brother was the worst day of my life. Worse than when our father died from cancer, or when Mom died from her heart breaking, literally. 

At least when they died, I had Kevin there to hold my hand and tell me everything would be okay. But when they lowered his coffin into the ground, I would officially be alone. 

Ian Keller, tall and gorgeous enough to turn the head of every female presen...

My lungs were on fire, my body aching with every step, and all I wanted to do was collapse into a puddle on the ground. Every breath I pulled felt like sweet agony, but I didn’t stop. 

Anyone who ever said that they liked running was a liar. Still, I pushed myself harder and harder because running was the only way I’d be able to reach my goals. The only way I could make my dead brother Danny proud… from bey...

Before salsa slipped off my taco, I shoved the entire thing in my mouth and groaned with pleasure. 

It’s better than sex. Almost.

Dishes clanged together, cooks hollered, and waitresses talked shit about the people treating them like crap, and I couldn’t think of a better way to end my shitty-ass day than to stuff my face with tacos. Especially the delicious tacos that my best friend’s restaurant served.

Lu...

Dear Parker…

I don’t know how to start this letter, or if I should even be writing you one. You just lost your husband, and I… lost one of my best friends. I don’t think any of us will know what’s the right thing to do. Not for a long time. What I know is that I can’t imagine the pain you must be feeling. Knowing Danny won’t be there for the birth of your son. Or his son’s first day of school. Or any of tho...

I couldn’t make my piece of shit car go any faster. Not if I wanted to avoid any chance of getting pulled over. But the sound of my son crying in the back seat crushed my heart into dust. 

Too much.

We’d already lost too much in our lives. Even though I knew it wouldn’t make a difference, there wasn’t a chance in hell that I wouldn’t do everything possible to make this hurt less.

“I’m so sorry, Nox,” I whis...

“Why does New York have to suck so bad?” I walked down the crowded street, wondering if anyone had heard of personal space. My iced coffee wasn’t even iced anymore, and I had already started to sweat through the clothes I’d put on to face down one of my greatest fears. Public speaking.

“Because New York isn’t Maine, and you’re not home.” My mom’s voice echoed in the earbuds that I never left home without. “...

“I swear to all that is holy, if you don’t get your ass back up here, I’m gonna lose my shit.” The words came out before I could stop them, and the frozen look of terror on my nephew’s face said it all. 

“Aunt Avery!” Rett screeched the way only a five year old could, and still get away with it. “You’re not ‘posed to say bad words to me. Daddy doesn’t like it.”

“Deacon can kiss my ass,” I muttered under my ...