AllFreeNovel
Share Us
And finally, as always… you. Every single one of you who has bought and read my books, you’ve changed my life in so many ways. I am eternally grateful and humbled by your support.
Love you always,
The Truth About Love
I love him with every broken piece of me, but what happens when that isn’t enough?
What happens when the future I was promised is ripped away by the person I love the most?
He told me he would wait for me.
But when I show up at his house ready to finally live the love story we’ve been longing for, it isn’t him who answers the door.
It’s his wife.
Please check trigger warnings.
___
Our Secrets and Scars
Dear Fletcher,
I never meant to fall in love with you. You were only ever supposed to be my pen pal, the faceless man in a prison cell who got me to spill my secrets.
But for four long years, your letters were my lifeline. They brought me comfort in a world of cruelty. They brought me peace when all I felt was pain.
Until suddenly, they stopped.
But I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped wishing that one day we could meet in real life. What is it they say? “Be careful what you wish for.”
Do you remember when you said that our secrets and scars are what make us? I guess they’re what break us too.
Keep up-to-date with Maisie’s latest releases on social media
Instagram– @maisiemyersauthor
Facebook Group– Maisie’s Daisies
TikTok- @maisiemyersauthor
Goodreads– Maisie Myers
Maisie Myers is a contemporary romance author with an honour’s degree in English Literature with Creative Writing. Her style is angsty and poetic, though she can’t write a line of poetry to save her life. Living in the UK with her fiancé and two daughters, Maisie has dreamt of making a career out of writing since she was old enough to hold a pen. When she isn’t writing, you can find her reading smutty romance, having tea parties with her little ones or taking a nap.
BONUS EPILOGUE
KINSLEY
“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!”
The sound of my little boy’s voice is followed by the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps coming
down the hall.
“Atlas, baby, how many times have I told you not to run?” I do my best to be stern, I really do, but there’s no stopping the instinctive smile that pulls at my lips the moment my son
comes skidding into the kitchen. “You’ll trip and hurt yourself.”
