He hasn’t seen her in seven years. She could be anywhere in the world by now.It’s time to choose.Get over her? Or go after her?At thirty, Ben Prescott is living his life just as planned. He’s running the family business, has the big house, the fancy car, and a beautiful woman he loves at his side. From the outside looking in, everything seems perfect. Except he’s still haunted by thoughts of the one girl who got away.At twenty-nine, free-spirited Ky is still traveling the world in search of a place to call home. Collecting adventures along the way, her soul is never left wanting. But her heart is. It’s been years but she can’t help thinking of the boy she left behind when his perfect plans felt like chains they both needed freed from.She’s gone back for him countless times already. In the past, he’s never been ready.Maybe he never will be.The only way she’ll ever know, is to leave a trail…and hope someday he follows it.
About K.S. Thomas
Originally born and raised in Bremen, Germany, I currently reside in sunny Florida with my teenage daughter, our coyote, a three-legged roo, and a tamed wolf (AKA, our dogs). I like to think we have a bit of a Gilmore Girls thing going, except my kid is obsessed with dance not books, and I’m (much to my increasing disappointment) appropriately aged to have a teenager. I love coffee and yoga and the ocean and cooking and asking ‘none of my business’ questions whenever possible.While I spent my childhood certain I could be a Disney princess, sitting here, surrounded by my crystals, smudge sticks and tarot cards, eager to get out to my garden and walk on the earth in my bare feet and chat with the lizards about not eating my plants, I’m pretty sure I grew up to be the witch. The good sort.And, obviously, I write romance novels.That is, after all, what brought us together. Our love for…well, love. And who can blame us? Love has the power to bring out the best and the worst in us. It can make us strong or be our greatest weakness. It can make us move mountains or make us do some of the dumbest shit in the history of dumb shit. In short, love is entertaining as hell.