Forsaking All Others (From This Day Forward Book 2)

By

Shannon Myers

Copyright © 2016 by Shannon Myers

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever, including but not limited to- being stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the written permission of the author.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, groups, businesses, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

Cover Design by: The Final Wrap

Photographers: DesLaurier Media/Sheridan Davis

Models: Travis DesLaurier & Ashley Williams

Formatting & Interior Design: Daryl Banner

 

First Printing: 2016

ISBN
978-0-9975348-2-5

 

 

DISCLAIMER:
This story contains disturbing situations, graphic violence, sex, and strong language. This could be a trigger for some. That being said, it does have a happily ever after.

 

 

This book is dedicated to my readers. Thank you for loving David & Elizabeth as much as I do and for taking a chance on a new author.

Acknowledgements

 

This book wouldn’t have been possible without some pretty amazing people.

Zach – Thank you for supporting this crazy dream of mine. You’re always up for being my soundboard, even though it ruins the surprise for you. Z+S. Always, my love.

Parker & Owen – You’re both so proud of Mama’s story, even though you’ll never be allowed to read it. Thank you for telling everyone we meet about it. I love you both to the moon and back.

Jennifer & Olivia – Thank you for being my Lauren. Every good writer needs a redheaded best friend. I’m lucky enough to have two. You’re both the best unpaid PAs I could ever want. I see many patio nights in our future.

Sheridan – Thank you for taking such beautiful pictures. You captured exactly what I wanted. You’re the best awkward penguin I know.

Rebecca – God bless you. Thank you for having the patience of a saint when it comes to me and my book covers. I know you secretly enjoy my last minute changes. If I ever make it to Arizona, I am bringing you a big bottle of wine and we’ll have porch karaoke.

Ashley – Thank you for being my own personal hair savior and an absolutely stunning cover model. You made the perfect Elizabeth and maybe someday, we can get you and Travis together for pictures.

Travis – Thank you for agreeing to work with me and for providing the perfect picture to use for the cover. You took David’s character seriously and I will forever be grateful.

To my readers – This book wouldn’t have been possible without the support I received from all of you. Every review and rating pushed me to make this story perfect. All of the feedback went toward giving you all the happy ending you deserve.

I wanted my book to be as factually accurate as possible and these amazing people helped me do just that.

Celeste Botros – Thank you for your expert advice in family law. While it didn’t play out like a courtroom drama, your advice ensured that the story remained realistic.

Christi Wilson – I’m so glad you enjoyed the first book. Thank you for taking time out of your day to answer my labor and delivery questions. Your input was crucial to the story.

Lindsey Pierson – Thank you for sharing your birth story with me. Hays is truly a miracle and I’m glad that we get to see him at the office.

Elizabeth Addington – Thank you for patiently answering all of my questions regarding medevac transport. Writing a scene like that seemed daunting until I talked with you. Your expertise lent a lot of credibility to David and Elizabeth’s story.

 

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Seven

Chapter Forty-Eight

Chapter Forty-Nine

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty-One

Epilogue

About The Author

 

 

 

 

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. She didn’t see the world as everyone else did and that made her anxious. She thought she was destined to live a life of solitude locked inside the castle of her emotions until she met him. The dashing prince literally swept her off of her feet inside an enchanted bar one evening and she swore she’d never feel with anyone what she felt with him. The dashing young prince asked the beautiful princess to marry him and she agreed. They lived happily ever after…for a while.

The King died unexpectedly, leaving the prince to manage the entire kingdom alone. He was distraught and nothing the princess did could shake him from his grief. Even worse, there was an evil enchantress, masquerading as the princess’s best friend. She waited patiently before casting a spell over the prince and claiming him as her own.

Another prince arrived from a foreign land. The princess fell hard and began spending all of her time with him. The prince and princess took their fairy tale and fucked it up beyond repair while their kingdom burned down around them.

 

My Dad was the best man I’d ever known. He worked his ass off making a life for me and my mom. He’d be at work before the sun was fully out most days and he wouldn’t pull into the driveway until it set. He ran his own construction company and I wanted nothing more than to follow in his footsteps.

My mom said I was always tagging along, eager to be near him—needing to just be in his presence. I could call him up, no matter the problem, and he’d always be willing to offer advice. He was just that kind of person. The man stood over six feet tall and had his arms sleeved in tattoos. He even drove a Harley, just to complete his bad ass biker look. He looked a little rough around the edges, but I watched how he was with Mom. That man would’ve given his life for her at any moment. It was like she was the fucking sun and he was content to spend his days revolving around her.

There were countless times that I’d walk into the kitchen or living room only to find the two of them making out like a couple of teenagers. At the time, I didn’t pay much attention to it—I thought everyone’s parents were like that. It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized how rare of a thing it was—this passion they still had for each other, even decades later.

I assumed I’d marry and my marriage would be just like theirs. Hell, I grew up surrounded by this love they shared, how could it not? I dated some, but with the bar set so high, I knew it was going to take someone special to catch my eye.

That night at
Nick’s
, I was beyond exhausted and had tried to get out of going out, but Mike was having none of that. I was just about to call it a night when the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life fell into my arms, dousing me in pineapple and rum.

Beth was this teeny-tiny little thing with a fetish for large heels that were damn near impossible for her to walk in. She was incredibly funny and sarcastic as hell—and I knew she was the one within five minutes of talking to her. She was clumsy and had a tendency to say whatever was in her head without considering the consequences. And I wanted nothing more than to be her man, to wake up next to that mess of blonde curls for the rest of my life.

The first time I took her down to my parent’s house, my dad pulled me aside. He said he’d seen the look on my face one other time; when he was looking in a mirror thirty-five years ago. We were sitting on their back porch drinking beer when he spoke up.

“David, Elizabeth is something special. You love her?”

I grinned at him, “Yeah, I damn sure do.”

He tipped his beer in my direction, “Well, then don’t waste any more time and get a goddamn ring on that girl’s hand before someone else does!”

So, I listened to my old man and I proposed. We were happy, until the business took center stage and I stopped noticing the way her nose crinkled when she was trying not to laugh or how her hair looked almost golden in direct sunlight. I didn’t notice anything unless it was construction related.

One evening my dad called me up to talk about it. I tried making excuses, but he was having none of it.

“David, I watched her when we were there a week ago. She’s not okay with you being gone this much. A marriage can’t work like that.”

“Dad, I know, I just need to get this off the ground and I don’t know—we’ll take a trip. Get back to normal.”

“Son, I don’t think you need to wait. The business can wait, but I saw the look in her eyes—this resignation. You can’t put this on the back burner right now.”

“Fuck, Dad, I’m under a lot of pressure here.” I added sarcastically, “We can’t all run a business like you.” It was a low blow, but I wanted him to see all the labor going into Greene Construction, not get tied up with thoughts of my marriage failing.

“I love you and her both, David. I just don’t want to see you two grow apart. You’ve got something special. Don’t take it for granted.”

I didn’t answer him right away.

“David—”

“Yeah, Dad, I’ve got another call coming in. I’ll talk to you later.” I ended the call.

The next morning Beth and I sat on the patio together—the first weekend that we’d had to ourselves in a long time. I was watching her drink her coffee and I thought that maybe my dad was right when my phone rang.

“Hey Mom.”

“David—” Her voice broke and I knew something was wrong, “Your dad…he…he had a heart attack. Sweetie, he’s gone.”

I hung up after failing miserably at trying to comfort her. Everything felt surreal. My dad—gone. The biker who never got so much as a cold—dead.

I told Beth and she immediately began sobbing and asking me questions. I got up and walked away from her—needing to be alone. It wasn’t until I was under the shower head, scalding water hitting my body that I realized I never told him I loved him back. My old man wanted nothing more than to see me happy and I didn’t even tell him I loved him during our last conversation.

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