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Give Me Yesterday

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

K. Webster

Elle Christensen

Book Information:

High powered divorce lawyer, Victoria Larkin, is known as the ice queen. Tough. Emotionless. What they don’t know, is that ten years ago, she lost everything. Including her hope for the future.

Chase Monroe struggles with his own demons. Devastated by guilt and on a mission to correct his past, he uses his skills as a college psychology professor to help others move beyond their grief.

When Victoria is forced to attend grief counselling, she meets Chase, and there is an instant attraction. Chase is determined to help her confront her past and find happiness. Victoria is afraid to relive her pain.

Just as they begin to step forward, tragedy strikes and throws them backwards, and they find themselves, once again, shackled to the past.

Can Chase and Victoria find the path to a happy future together? Or will they forever be wishing for yesterday?

**Recommended 18+ due to language and sexual content.

Books by Author:

K. Webster Books

Elle Christensen Books

“True love doesn’t have a happy ending.

True love has no ending.”


“Well, fuck me.”

I glare at him. “Been there, done that, Ben. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place.” Sarcasm drips from my tone, but it’s either that or dissolving into a puddle of tears. Tears are a luxury I don’t have; strength is the only option right now. The word “pregnant” on a tiny little stick packs more punch than a right hook. I look at Ben standing there, staring at the life-changing piece of white plastic, his mouth hanging open, and his hand trembling.

I would give anything to read his mind right now. Ben and I began dating almost two years ago, at the start of our freshman year of high school, when we met at football practice. The tall, blonde, blue-eyed cheerleader and the muscular, strawberry blonde, blue-eyed quarterback.

Cliché, right?

Maybe so, but Ben is a straight A student who plays for the love of the game, rather than to make it big in the sport. He pulled me aside after practice the first day and told me he was taking me out to dinner that Friday night. After the most romantic date, he told me I was his and I had no arguments. Declarations of I love you followed in the next month and we’ve been inseparable ever since.

Ben’s it for me and I know he feels the same. We had such grand plans, after graduation, we’d go to the same college, earn our degrees, and get married. Then build a life together with two-point-five kids and a white picket fence. Ben always laughed when I described this idealist life, his ocean blue eyes would sparkle and he’d give me the sweetest kiss, promising to paint my fence any color I want. Anything to keep his Sunshine smiling bright and lighting up his day.

On Ben’s sixteenth birthday, four weeks ago, I gave him the most precious gift I had. We’d been burning for each other, coming so close to making love, but always choosing to save it for the perfect day. Taking the train into Chicago, we had dinner at a cozy little French restaurant. Then we took a walk in the unusually warm March weather, holding hands, and sizzling from the attraction arching between us. I led him to a boat docked out in a marina in Burnham harbor. My best friend’s family owns a slip and her parents were out of town, so she gave me the keys and told me to “rock Ben’s world.” We spent the most beautiful night together and I knew our future would be just as perfect as that night.

It seems like a lifetime ago, almost like a movie reel that I’m watching. This can’t possibly be my life, can it? Getting pregnant when you’ve used condoms is something that happens in books and movies.

The pregnancy test says otherwise, don’t you think?

I’m scared—absolutely terrified—that Ben won’t step up to the responsibility of being a teenage dad. We have two long years of high school left.

What if he decides that we aren’t worth navigating the rocky path ahead, and instead, he leaves me behind? Can I do this alone?

I’m still in shock, but somehow I know that I’ve already begun to love the little life inside me.

“Ben?” I try to keep my voice strong, but I can hear it shaking, my nerves getting the best of me.

He looks up, as though he’s just remembered I’m there, and his mouth begins to work, but no sound comes out. I’m preparing myself for him to run, but praying that he will be the Ben I love, who will always stick by me. Then, he reaches for me and pulls me into a tight embrace, his strong arms tempting me to let go and fall apart.

I feel his lips brush my temple and his warm breath on my ear. “We can do this, Victoria. It will be hard, but we’ll do it together. We’ve got this.”

He leans back and stares deeply into my eyes, his blues so intense they have darkened to sapphire. Another moment goes by, then the corners of his mouth drift up. “It’s what we planned, right? We’re just going about it a little backward.”

The relief is so great that it crashes over me like a wave and I can’t hold back anymore. I start sobbing into his shirt, and he simply holds me, swaying lightly, helping me purge all of my emotion. I love this man.

We’ve got this.

Two years later

There’s quite a crowd in my parent’s backyard today. It’s doubly large with Ben’s family here too—all here to celebrate.

We did it.

We graduated high school and we’ve both been accepted to Northwestern on scholarship. They have married, student housing and a daycare center on campus, and we move in six weeks from today. I’m so excited, I can barely contain it!