Title: Nineteen Letters
Author: Jodi Perry
Publisher: Hachette Australia
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 29, 2017
Nineteen. Thereâs something about that number; it not only brought us together, bonding us forever, it also played a hand in tearing us apart.
The nineteenth of January 1996. Iâll never forget it. It was the day we met. I was seven and she was six. It was the day she moved in next door, and the day I developed my first crush on a girl.
Exactly nineteen years later, all my dreams came true when she became my wife. She was the love of my life. My soul mate. My everything. The reason I looked forward to waking up every morning.
Then tragedy struck. Nineteen days after we married, she was in an accident that would change our lives forever. When she woke from her coma, she had no memory of me, of us, of the love we shared.
I was crushed. She was my air, and without her I couldnât breathe.
The sparkle that once glistened her eyes when she looked at me was gone. To her, now, I was a stranger. I had not only lost my wife, I had lost my best friend.
But I refused to let this tragedy be the end of us. Thatâs when I started to write her letters, stories of our life. Of when we met. About the happier times, and everything we had experienced together.
What we had was far too beautiful to be forgotten.
Itâs a wet and dreary morning is the first thing I hear when the radio booms to life, alerting me to the fact itâs time to get up.
Dreary doesnât even come close. The thought of no longer being able to spend every waking minute with my gorgeous husband has already put a dampener on my day. I canât believe our time off together has come to an end. I hate that I have to go back to work this morning, and leave the little bubble Braxton and I have been living in for the past four weeks.
Right up until the wedding, things were so busy with our careers, building our dream house and organising our special day. Everything combined seemed to take away from us being together. This one-on-one time weâve had since tying the knot was just what we both needed.
âMorning, Mrs Spencer.â
He rolls onto his side, pulling me further into his warm, luscious body. It has been exactly nineteen days since we exchanged wedding vows, and Iâm still floating.
âMorning, Mr Spencer.â I lean my forehead against his. âIâm not ready to go back to work. I canât stand the thought of spending the entire day without you.â
He chuckles as his teeth nip at my pouting lip. âI feel exactly the same way, babe. Our time off has gone way too quick. We should have taken two months off, instead of one.â
Despite him being a constant figure in my daily life, for the past nineteen years, I still get a rush when I think about what our future together holds.
I met Braxton when my parents and I moved in next door. We were just kids, but weâve been inseparable ever since. Heâs my one and only. He always has been, and always will be. Heâs not only the love of my life; heâs my best friend, my soul mate, my forever boy.
Heâs incredibly dreamy, with his movie-star looks. I run my fingers through his sandy blond hair as my eyes roam over his perfectly sculpted face; his big blue eyes pop against his tanned skin. He has a smile that makes my knees weak. His front tooth turns in ever so slightly, but it takes nothing away from his Colgate-worthy smile.
When he realises Iâm checking him out, the sexy grin that I adore appears on his face. It highlights the cute dimple in his left cheek. To this day, he still manages to turn my insides to mush, but itâs his inner beauty that affects me the most.
âI could always call in sick,â I say, perking up for a moment, but in reality I know itâs not possible. I have a big client coming in first thing Monday morning, and I need to prepare.
âIf I didnât have this damn meeting later this morning, Iâd say do it,â he replies, smiling.
âIâm going to miss you.â
âIâm going to miss you too, Jem. The past four weeks have been my kind of heaven.â
I sigh. âIâd give anything to be back in Kauai right now.â
My fingers move from his hair and skim down the side of his face as I speak. The beach has always been our favourite place. Thatâs why we built our dream home overlooking the ocean. The soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore as I drift off to sleep every night, and the sweet smell of sea air first thing in the morning . . . itâs cathartic. Itâs also one of the reasons we chose Hawaiiâa beautiful villa on the majestic shores of Tunnels Beachâas the place to spend the first two weeks of our married life.
âMe too.â He gives me a wistful look. âIâll take you back there over the Christmas break, I promise.â
âIâd like that.â My fingertips dance over his collarbone, before moving across his shoulder. When I run a path down his strong back, he groans.
I sigh again when I think that Christmas is ten months away, but I guess we have the rest of our lives together to create the kind of memories we did in Hawaii.
Untangling my legs from his, I pause briefly. I donât want to leave him. I exhale a drawn-out breath. âI suppose I better jump in the shower.â
âWould you like some company?â
Reaching for me, he rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I laugh when he wiggles his eyebrows. I straddle his waist before covering his mouth with mine. My shower can wait. Making love to my man is much more important.
Sliding forward, I line myself up. His strong hands grip my hips, and we moan in unison as I sink down onto him. My eyes lock with his as I slowly rock my body against him. âI love you, Brax.â
âI love you too, Jem. So much.â
He reaches for my hands, lacing his fingers through mine. Weâve always had such a strong bond, but when weâre connected like this, we become one. Iâll never tire of these feelings he evokes in me.
There are times I feel guilty because together, weâre perfect. None of our friends have the kind of relationship Braxton and I do. What we have is unbreakable. Sometimes my feelings for him overwhelm me. Iâm not sure how either of us would survive without the other.
As I rush around putting the finishing touches on my make-up, I catch a glimpse of Braxton in the mirror. Heâs leaning up against the doorframe watching me get ready. Heâs shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweats that hang low on his hips. My pulse quickens as my eyes rake over his bare chest, and each delicious muscle that defines his torso, from the perfect V just above the waistband, right up to his washboard abs. One of my favourite things to do is watch him work out on the small home gym he set up in the garage. I donât think he even realises how sexy he is. Growing up, he didnât notice the way all the girls swooned over him. But I did.
My eyes move back to his, and the adoring look on his face sends my heart into a flutter. The sheer love I feel for this man consumes every fibre of my being. Itâs euphoric.
âHow long have you been standing there?â I ask as my mouth curves into a smile.
âIâm just admiring my beautiful wife.â I love hearing him call me his wife.
He pushes off the doorframe and stalks towards me. When his arms encircle my waist, he pulls me back into him. A soft moan falls from my mouth as his lips trail a path up my neck. I tilt my head to the side, allowing him better access.
âIâm already running late,â I breathe.
âI wish you didnât have to go.â His warm breath on my skin leaves goosebumps in its wake.
âThe next eight hours are going to feel like an eternity.â
I sigh in agreement. âI know.â
His tongue glides over the sensitive spot behind my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He did that on purpose. âDonât make any plans for tonight, because Iâm taking you out to dinner.â
âYouâre taking me out? Where?â
âThe Sea Shanty.â He groans as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth.
âWhatâs the special occasion?â
My eyes fly open to meet his in the mirror. âOur what?â My mind starts to race. What anniversary?
He turns me in his arms so Iâm facing him, and pulls a small black box from his pocket. âI was going to give this to you tonight, but I want you to have it now. Happy nineteenth anniversary, sweetheart.â
My hands tremble slightly as I take hold of the box. Thatâs when I remember that today we have been married for nineteen days, and a huge smile breaks out on my face. The number nineteen has always held special significance for us.
Tears of happiness pool in my eyes as I open the lid. Inside I find a white-gold necklace thatâs holding a diamond-encrusted number-nineteen pendant.
âOh Braxton, itâs beautiful. I love it . . . I love you.â