Title: Bird After Bird
Author: Leslea Tash
Release Date: 14 April, 2014
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
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Chi-town professional Wren Riley is 25 and a rising star in the business world. She can eat a man alive and laugh about it to her girlfriends in seconds flat--and she does, on the regular. Behind the power suits and the flashing, flirty eyes, however, Wren has a secret, vulnerable side. Following a devastating loss and the discovery of a bird journal she and her father made together years before, Wren sets out to seek peace, closure, and something she just can't name. Is that something tied to the little paper cranes she keeps finding along the way?
Laurence Byrd grew up a lanky Hoosier kid with the good/bad fortune of having the same name as the state's perennial basketball legend. With a better affinity for dogs than sports or school, he ends up in the Army instead of the Chicago art school of his dreams. Still, his service to our country is something he can be proud of--until an argument with the girl who means the world to him results in a series of events that blows his life apart. With no one left to understand him, black sheep Laurie pours out his heart into letters and drawings he never intends to send--then he folds them into paper cranes that he leaves behind like messages in little winged bottles. He never dreams someone might be finding them.
God damn it, Sylvia, for a few moments I tricked myself into feeling really alive. I cut it off before anyone got hurt, but just for a moment or two, I really thought I might feel something again--something like trust. Something like love. Not the kind of love we had, but something new. Something like hope.
Spoiler alert: Wren and Laurie are going to meet. And when they do, their lives are never going to be the same.
He had pretty
eyes. Almost too pretty, with long lashes that curled at the end. If the set of
his jaw hadn’t been so square and covered with five o’clock shadow, if his
grown-out high and tight haircut hadn’t screamed “Army Reservist,” I would have
sworn those eyes were mascaraed and lined.
“You talking to
me?” I dabbed at my face with the wet paper towels. My skin was blotchy beneath
my makeup, but I’d managed to wipe up most of the mascara from my cheeks. Even
with false eyelashes I couldn’t duplicate the kind of eyes the man in the
doorway had. Now that my makeup was wrecked, they were like short spindly
spider legs. Ugh.
“Yeah, you,” he
said. He had short brown hair and a friendly face, and he extended his hand to
me like he was ready to fish me out of the water instead of a restroom. “No use
herding Billy outta here. He hit up the men’s room first and it was locked—I
was supposed to stand guard and keep anyone from going in after him, but you
moved so fast I couldn’t stop ya.”
The man in the
stall contributed more sound effects to the situation. I will spare you the
details.
“C’mon and
bail,” the nice guy said.
I took his arm.
There was something soothing about him. The thought briefly flickered through
my mind that he could be a dog whisperer or a horse trainer—something to that
effect. He had a gentle vibe about him, despite his height and the reservist
look.
“Thanks,” I
said. “I, uh, guess I better find some other place to freshen up.”
He smiled and
looked down at his boots. They were work boots—the kind with steel toes and a
buff leather finish. They disappeared beneath the frayed cuffs of faded jeans,
and he scratched his forearm as I dropped it, beneath the sleeve of a light
blue work shirt. I expected there would be a red oval with a name embroidered
on the chest, but it was just out of sight at this angle.
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