WRITTEN IN THE SAND

Copyright © 2020 by J Marie

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission from the author.

Editing: Wasted Life Books

Formatting: Champagne Book Design

Book Cover Design: BookCoverKingdom

Title Page

Copyright

Novels by J Marie

Dedication

Written in the Sand Playlist

Epigraph

Written in the Sand

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Epilogue

Extra Epilogue

Other Titles by J Marie

Note from Me and My Thanks to You

About the Author

Sweet and Sexy Standalones

Second Chance Rescue

TTKL (Coming Soon)

Moonshine Springs Novels

Written in the Sand

Dedicated to:

Allison Dublin

For believing in this book even when I didn’t.

For continually believing in me even when I want to throw every word in the trash.

Your friendship is incomparable.

Homecoming queen by Kelsea Ballerini

I Hope by Gabby Barrett

End of the World by Kelsea Ballerini

Are You Gonna Kiss Me Or Not by Thompson Square

Written in the Sand by Old Dominion

I Won’t Give Up by Jason Mraz

You Shouldn’t Kiss Me Like This by Toby Keith

Run (feat. Sugarland) by Matt Nathanson

Loved by a Country Boy by Trea Landon

Dance with Me (feat. Kelsea Ballerini) by Morgan Evans

Take It From Me by Jordan Davis

All To Myself by Dan + Shay

Slow Hands by Niall Horan

Die A Happy Man by Thomas Rhett

Every Little Thing by Russell Dickerson

Knockin’ Boots by Luke Bryan

“New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.”

Lao Tzu

Written in the Sand

I always believed my happily ever after came with the words “I do.”

I’d been happy once. In love. Until one night changed everything.

Changed us.

The love of my life, or so I thought, had become my own worst nightmare.

So here I am…

Back in Moonshine Springs. A place I wouldn’t return to unless absolutely necessary. But that’s not the biggest shock. Waiting for me with open arms and a safe place to stay is my high school best friend’s brother, Beau. He’s told me I’m his, but starting over isn’t as easy as creating a new happily ever after. My past isn’t done with me and soon enough, bleeds into my present.

My name is Cassidy Mae and this is my chance to begin again…

One week ago

He’d come home from work early. The smell of her perfume permeated the air. I knew it wasn’t mine. I didn’t wear anything that smelled that expensive and sickly sweet. It was something a teenager would wear, or better yet a woman hiding from age, and clinging to youth. However, it was his upbeat attitude that tipped me off. The one he gets when he’s just gotten laid.

“Who is she?” I’d demanded. I’m not sure why I was so angry. I should have been relieved that I wouldn’t be forced into my wifely duties anytime soon. I dreaded them. Last time he said he wanted to spice things up… I had bruises on my wrists for over a week from where the zip ties bit into my flesh. That earned me flowers, a new dress, and nights to myself for a week since he didn’t want to look at the ugly marks. I had pleased him greatly and he looked forward to further exploring this side of our relationship. I feared it.

“What?” He’d said, a look of shock crossing his face.

I raised my hands to my hips in an accusatory stance. “The whore you’ve been sleeping with this time?”

“She’s not a whore. She’s better than you will ever be.” He retorted.

“I want a divorce, Andrew. I’m done with your shit. I’m done getting tested every month because you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”

The smack that followed was something I never expected. I had never smarted off like that before. No matter, I didn’t deserve that smack. I never expected or deserved the brutal beating that followed that first strike on my skin. It was the first time that Andrew had ever truly laid a hand to me. He’d been verbally abusive for months, but this time it was different. He was enraged. I doubted he could even see through the red haze before his eyes.

As the blows rained down, he reminded me over and over that no matter how he dressed me up, the etiquette lessons he’d paid for, or the degree he was shocked I’d earned I’d never be good enough for him. That it’d be over his dead body if I ever left him. No piece of backwoods trash would tarnish his name and reputation. He would not be known as a man who couldn’t control an ignorant, weak woman such as myself. I’d learn my place and be what he needed. He’d lock the pantry, run me in the streets, and fuck me into submission if he had to. I should have been grateful for his love and how well he took care of me.

His insults continued. He mocked my heavily accented cries, which only got thicker with pain. He said I was pretty enough to provide him with legitimate offspring and that he’d start breeding me soon enough since it was now the right time. Oh god! But I wasn’t allowed to get fat. I never thought of a child as a weapon against me. A blow came to my chest. Air whooshed out of me as he’d pushed me to the ground. Alcohol had laced his breath and I gagged. I truly believed he was possessed because how else could a man be this cruel.

I would have believed it would be my last night on

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