(So Much It Hurts Series, Book #2)

Chris King never saw it coming

In some ways, closing the book on my first love was the worst day of life. I was gutted, and yet I was completely at peace with my decision. I walked away knowing that I did what was best for her, unsure if I could ever recover.

Little did I know that one concert would change the entire course of my life.

There I stood, signing autographs and snapping pictures with fans when a familiar face in the crowd catapulted my mind back in timeSalem Honeycutt, once a balm to my pain and a calm in my storm. Yet again, her smiling face gave me hope.

Only one question remained: did she still see me as a wayward teenage boy who was completely off limits, or could she see the man Id becomefocused and driven, yearning for another chance at love?

For Salem Honeycutt, postpartum bliss seemed like a lie...

No one told me that Id hate my baby when I brought her home from the hospital. No one told me that Id want to put a pillow over my husbands head and smother him in his sleep. No one told me that Id want to slap every person who gave me the ever-so-cliché advice to cherish every moment. No one told me that Id despise my life the minute I became a mother, but I did.

Then I met Chris King, the kid who made me want to pull myself up from the dark recesses of my mind and face each day. This kid, whose passion for life and talent for music, touched my soul deeper than I could ever touch his. Chris gave me a reason to live.

I was once affectionately known as Mrs. H., Chriss juvenile detention counselor.

This is our story.