Author: Stephanie Rose
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 19, 2017
Once upon a time, a girl loved a boy and he loved her back. They lived happily ever after.
But our story was never that simple.
I loved Josh with all I had, right until the day he left. Now, all these years later, he was backâand wanting me the way Iâd always longed for him. Except now, I belonged to someone else. Someone who never left me the way Josh had. I figured that was the end of our story. I couldnât alter the past.
I didnât want to rewrite my future.
Brianna was always more than my best friend. She was the shining light in my black hole of an existence, and I loved her with every cell and bone in my body. I wasnât good enough for her, thoughâmore the villain than the hero in our fairy tale. When I had to leave, I vowed to come back a better manâfor her. But when I finally did return, she wasnât waiting for me anymore. She had someone new, her very own Prince Charming. Did that mean our story was over? I couldn't change our past.
It was time to rewrite our ending.
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Iâll be honest. My favorite genre is romance. So I can easily say that Iâve read them all. Every trope. Circumstance. Twist. But when it comes to Stephanie Roseâs writing, thereâs always something fresh about it. THIS. BOOK. Her writing is remarkably romantic. Her characters embed themselves in the heart of the reader. Every declaration of love left me with chills. Overwhelming. Exhilarating. Rewrite was the love letter one writes in never forgetting about their first love.
"I met the love of my life when I was five years old."
Josh and Brianna have been friends since they can both remember. Theyâve always had this intense connection. Neither one acted upon it for fear of ruining what they have. Despite Joshâs leave over the years they remain closer than ever. Josh left to be come a better man. And when he returns, Brianna is in the arms of another. Thereâs something different this time. Worthy or not, Josh isnât willing to give up. This wasnât the end of them. Thereâs more to their story. And heâs determined to change their ending.
"I loved him from the deepest part of my soul, but in silence."
This is so much more than a second chance romance. It echoes the beauty in finding the one the heart loves the most. Without going into detail, this is no love triangle. Josh and Brianna never tell you about their love. They allow you to feel it through their words and actions. These two have the kind of love that will have set your literary heart a flutter. Their love is infinite. Unwavering. Their love persevered. Through each obstacle, twist and turn their love remained absolute. Their story consumed me. Palpable. Unequivocal. This story is love in itâs most honest form.
"There was never a single second I didnât belong to you. All I ever wanted was you."
Exquisitely written, Rewrite is a manifestation of one of the greatest love stories ever told. My heart is racing just thinking back at just how this story moved me. The emotional journey of their love story is one I will never forget. Flawless in itâs delivery, the story is skillfully written by an author with immense talent in romance writing. This is demonstrated in not only the crafting of the storyline, but in the development of her characters. You canât help but root for Josh and Brianna from the beginning because the author simply places you in the depths of every emotion displayed. To put it simply, the authorâs incomparable talent of producing such intimate and relevant storylines remains the reason why she will forever be on my must read now shelf. If anyone were to ask me the book that left me breathless this year? Iâd recommend this one. Unreservedly
âThis place is amazing, Josh.â
My chest swelled with pride as Briannaâs widened eyes darted around the shop. Maybe it wasnât really my place, but Uncle Billy trusted me enough to run it on my own. I hired the employees, handled the books, and met with customers. He depended on me instead of waiting for me to fuck up. The local troublemaker came back and made good, but that wasnât such an easy sell for everyone. Good thing I didnât give a shit about everyone. The only opinion that ever mattered stood in front of me, beaming with pride.
My mouth split in a wide grin. âThanks. Itâs getting there. Hoping things pick up a little after the holidays. No one wants a new bike when thereâs an inch of ice on the ground.â I laughed until Briannaâs face fell.
âCan I ask you something?â She slid into the chair in my office as her lips pursed.
âOf course.â I leaned my hip against the edge of my desk and crossed my arms. âWhatâs up, Cupcake?â
âDid . . . did you really have a new client in Manhattan last week, when you drove me to work?â
I took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. âWhy would you ask that?â
âScott and Iââ She shook her head and waved her hand. âItâs nothing. Donât mind me.â
âNo.â I nudged her ankle with my foot. âLet me guess. Scott isnât too happy about me hanging around so much.â I raised an eyebrow.
Brianna reluctantly nodded. âItâs a guy thing, I guess.â She chuckled to herself. âThey get territorial if someone else tries to play with their toys.â She laughed until she realized what she said and then covered her mouth with her eyes huge. She was so fucking cute I couldnât stand it. âI didnât mean play, I meant . . .â She dropped her head into her hands, and I couldnât hold in a laugh anymore.
âCâmon, Bri. Iâm dying to know.â I peeled her fingers away from her face and crouched in front of her. âWhat did you mean? Scott thinks I want to play with you? Donât tell him about the GI Joe and Barbie castle we made when we were kids. Heâll flip the fuck out.â Her cheeks flushed as she nudged my shoulder.
I caught her hand and held it in both of mine. As our gazes locked, laughter stopped. There was no way in hell what I was feeling was only one-sided. I doubted it ever was.
We didnât talk about it, but I remembered every moment of that night at my apartment. Brianna rushing over to take care of me, the tortured look on her face when I asked her to get into bed with me. It wasnât my finest hour, but I needed her. My soul cried out for her that night and she came, like she always did. She may have ignored my wimpy confession, but when she said she loved me, I knew she didnât mean as only her best friend.
âJosh,â Brianna pleaded on a whisper. âDonât, please.â
âDonât please what, Bri?â Feeling brazen, I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. I ran my thumb along the delicate curve of her jaw. Her eyes fluttered, urging me on. âDonât touch you?â I let my finger drift over her full bottom lip. âDonât kiss you?â I whispered with a husky rasp. Our faces were so close, our lips brushed. Briannaâs mouth parted, and I uttered a curse under my breath. We were so damn close. All we had to do was close that distance. Her hand drifted up my shoulder and clutched the back of my neck.
âJosh,â Brianna sighed as she rested her forehead against mine. âWe . . . We canât.â Her hand drifted down my jaw. Her hooded eyes and flushed cheeks disagreed with the words sputtering from her mouth. I caught her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her palm. It trembled as she took in a quick gasp.
âYes, we can, Bri,â I whispered as I leaned in. âYouâre so damn beautiful.â Shit, I almost tasted her. She stilled as I cupped her neck and inched closer.
Stephanie Rose grew up loving words and making up stories. Being able to share them with readers is her dream come true. This lifelong Bronx girl loves Starbucks, wine and 80s rock. Her voice often gets mistaken for a Mob Wives trailer.
She married her prom date and has a seven-year-old LEGO obsessed son. She believes there is nothing sexier than a good guy who loves with all his heart, and has made it her mission to bring as many as she can to the page.
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