The Townsends of Texas have kept me quite busy over the past couple of months. Next up, is middle brother Ace. If you read All of Me, you will know that book ended on a bit of a cliffhanger where Ace is concerned. We learned something very important about his relationship status.
Well, in My Forever, you will get to read all about Ace’s love story. And find out, if he’ll get his happily ever after just like his two brothers.
For now, you can pre-order Ace’s book here.
Also, below is a snippet of Ace’s story and what’s to come. Enjoy!
***EXCERPT ONLY. SUBJECT TO CHANGE***
Ace snorted. “Whatever.” He waved a dismissive hand.
“Whatever,” I mocked, feeling just as childish as he was right then. “Listen, since I agreed to this bullshit arrangement of yours, I felt it would suit us both to agree on some terms.”
I pulled a folded piece of paper out of my shoulder bag and handed it to Ace.
“You and your fucking terms.” He snorted and shook his head at the same time he snatched the paper from my hand.
I watched as he unfolded it and read its contents.
He eyed me over the paper. “You expect me to sign this?”
“It’s a perfectly reasonable request,” I said, nodding. “It’s an agreement that once these six months are up, you will sign the divorce papers and not give me problems about doing so.”
“I’m pretty good with reading comprehension.” His tone dripped with sarcasm and disdain.
“Then you should recognize that by signing this agreement, you aren’t giving anything up. We both get what we want.”
“We do?” Both of his eyebrows lifted.
I nodded slowly.
He moved, and that time, I did take a step back. He held up the form I’d given him and tore it in half before tossing it on the floor.
“Unlike you, I keep my word. If I say I’m going to do something, I do it.”
I clenched my fists at my side. “You’re being impossible.”
He shrugged.
“Asshole,” I mumbled.
That made him smile. A genuine smile.
“And what is it that you want, Savannah?” he asked, harkening back to my earlier comment.
“You already know what I want.” My voice came out much lower than I anticipated.
Ace shook his head. “You want a divorce, but that doesn’t tell me shit about why. Why the hell after sixteen years are you coming to me with this?”
My mind grasped for bits and pieces of lies that I could tell him. He didn’t want to know the truth of why I came back after all these years. He hated me and wanted to use anything I said to continue to stoke the flames of his anger.
“I think it’s time that we finally get the divorce out of the way,” I finally said.
Ace lowered his face only inches from mine. “Your nose still flares when you lie.” His voice was menacing. “Lie to me again, and I’ll add another month.”
I bulged my eyes.
“You’ve got ten seconds to give me a straight answer.” He paused and stepped back. He pivoted on his heels. “Ten…” he counted over his should as he headed toward the kitchen.
“Nine…”
I couldn’t give him seven months. Hell, six months was pushing it.
“Because it’s a stipulation of my grandmother’s trust that I divorce you before I can receive what she left for me,” I blurted out behind him.
He spun on his heels, giving me an incredulous look. It was so full of surprise, malice, and disgust that I would’ve preferred he slapped me across the face than look at me that way.
“Money?” His tone was stern. “That is why you’re here?”
I looked away, unable to take the expression on his face and the harshness of his voice at the same time.
Not for the first time in the past sixteen years did I yearn for the boy I fell in love with and married. The one who was my protector.
But in his stead before me stood the man who’d come to hate me.
“Yes,” I whispered, giving him the answer he wanted.
“Of course,” he sneered.
“What about you?” The question came out of my anger. Why I was pissed, I didn’t know, but it propelled me to ask questions of my own. “What are you getting out of this?”
Ace stepped forward. When I thought he would stop, he continued to advance on me, forcing me back against the kitchen wall. His hand shot up, cupping the lower part of my face.
His movements were so swift, I didn’t have time to react before his mouth covered mine. His kiss was bruising, even more punishing than the words he’d thrown at me seconds earlier. But a small spark went off deep in my belly.
Somehow, I ended up kissing him back. And as soon as I did, Ace pulled away from me.
With his hand still around my face, he looked me right in the eye and said, “In six months, I’ll get what I want from this marriage.” He paused. “And then I get to forget all about you. I won’t ever think about you again. You will be dead to me.”
I didn’t think there could have been more words in any other language as cold and painful as the ones he just spat in my face.
I tried to search those grey irises for a glimpse of the old Ace. The one who would’ve never said anything remotely close to this to me.
“I get to forget you ever existed.” He pushed the dagger through my heart one more inch.
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