Catching Sparks (Cherry Peak Book 2)

I’ve always had dreams.Big fat ones that were so out of this world they were almost laughable. I loved that I was a dreamer, and so did my parents. They encouraged me to chase them every chance they could get. From the mud cakes I used to try and sell to the kids on the playground for fifty cents when I was six, the lemonade stands that I would spend weeks crafting a menu for at age eight, all the way to the seedling of an idea to open a body-inclusive pole studio in a close-minded town shortly after I turned twenty-three. It was only one of the many I wished to have one day, but I’ve never stopped dreaming of creating a franchise of my own built on something I feel so strongly about.

Hard work has never intimidated me. It has quite the opposite effect. It entices me, beckons me close with a curl of its finger.

My dreams have shifted over the last couple of years, though. They haven’t changed as much as they have simply grown, twisted into a craving for more. I still want more success, yes, but also more love. A relationship like the one I watched Anna and Brody find and nurture and a marriage like my parents have kept for two decades now.

I was lying to myself with Garrison. It was never going to be just sex. Not from the moment we met and he tested me in a way that spoke to the part of me that loves testing the limits. I wanted to work for his affection, and in the end, I hadn’t had to at all. Everything fell into place the way it was always supposed to.