I’m so sick of watching the world spin by. Of letting people think I’m plain and boring, too afraid to just be myself. Then I see him. John. He’s strength and fury, and unapologetic. He’s everything I want. And everything I wish I was. He won’t want me, but that doesn’t matter. The sight of him is all the inspiration I need to finally shatter this glass house I’ve built around myself. Only he does want me. And when our worlds collide, details we can’t see become tangled, twisting together, ensnaring us in an invisible trap. When it all goes wrong, I don’t know if I’ll be able to break free of the chains binding us, or if I’ll suffocate in the process.
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S.J. Tilly lives in Minnesota with her husband and their herd of boxers. She spends an unhealthy amount of time with her face buried in books, reading and writing. If she’s not nose deep in text, or harassing her dogs, she’s probably playing with her plants, pretending she knows how to garden. You can find her stumbling around on Instagram @sjtillyauthor https://www.amazon.com/S.J.-Tilly/e/B...
