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The Difference Between Someday and Forever
Aly Martinez
Release Date March 24, 2022
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The world took everything from us.
As survivors of not only a plane crash, but two other impossible tragedies, we’d more than earned a life of peace. But time and time again, we were shown that fate had no intention of giving that to us.
Remi and I were soulmates. Plain and simple. Our love should have died in the depths of our darkness, but the sun still exists even when it’s not shining.
The secrets of our past threatened to destroy us at every turn, but for Remi, I would never stop fighting for our future.
The world took everything from us.
And we would stop at nothing until we took it all back—forever.
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The final chapter for Remi and Bowen. Their story has been quite a tumultuous ride moving from past to present with so many layers, surprises, and twists. And the last book left off with another cliffhanger that starts this one off in a really high-tension situation. But in this finale, we finally get all of the answers, and the author still has a twist or two up her sleeve.
This is part of Remi's extended journey of survival, self-discovery, healing, forgiveness, and trying to figure out who she really is and wants to be. She has lost so much and is trying to find her place in the world again and deal with the ramifications of everything that has happened to her in the last few years. But I loved seeing her try to find her inner strength and face what she needed to.
There is no doubt that Bowen is willing to do anything for her. He has always believed that are fated and has been her protector, savior, and true love. He is loyal, dependable, caring, and completely devoted to her in good and bad times. But he also is smart enough to know that pushing her might not give him the outcome he hopes for. He lives in fear of losing her yet again. I absolutely adored this man. He is so patient, thoughtful, sexy, and just plain swoony.
This is about the fight for everything, faith, fate, forgiveness, and give and take. These two are desperately trying to find a way to live life fully in the present, fight for a future, and deal with the demons of the past. But it's complicated and emotional. Remi has to decide if it is more important to finally stand on her own two feet or hold on to him for support. And Bowen has been keeping her together for so long that he has sacrificed and been damaged along the way. There have been so many bad things and negativity in their lives, I just kept hoping that they could finally find a happy and healthy place.
This series has kept me captivated, questioning, shocked, and emotionally invested. These two are such rich, multidimensional characters, and the plotline has been original, intricate, and compelling. It amazes me how this author weaved all of this together and tied up every loose end.
This series has kept me captivated, questioning, shocked, and emotionally invested. These two are such rich, multidimensional characters, and the plotline has been original, intricate, and compelling. It amazes me how this author weaved all of this together and tied up every loose end.
This is Bowen and Remi’s conclusion and I was so excited to see the finale. This is absolutely a story of determination, overcoming obstacles, and a little bit of letting fate decide.
Bowen has been fighting for Remi throughout this series, and this final book is no different. I love the way he loves her and is so willing to do whatever she needs in order for her to be happy. He is her ultimate protector and is such a white-knight character that I loved him from the start.
Remi has a lot to figure out and worries that she doesn’t know herself after the events of the last few years. Finding herself means she wants complete independence and moves away from home in order to figure out who she wants to be. I’ll be honest, the way she went about figuring out herself was the one part of this final book that really bugged me. I struggled with her decision to separate herself from her family and friends in order to heal, but ultimately loved the way her journey reached it’s finish.
These two have so much fate, or serendipity, or whatever you want to call it involved in their relationship that I wanted them together completely. There were so many twists and turns in their story that I couldn’t have imagined. Even in this third installment, I thought we had seen the end of the surprises (after that cliffhanger and revelation at the end of the last book I didn’t think there could be more), but their story was not over and this was not a smooth sailing third book.
This was a whirlwind of a trilogy filled with surprises that left me continually shocked and surprised. Once again, Aly Martinez has created characters and a story that stretches the imagination and keeps readers guessing.
“Sorry, is my mood killing your buzz?” I asked.
Her blue eyes sparkled in the glow of the airplane reading light. “It really is.”
I shook my head and went back to mindlessly flipping the pages of a magazine I’d bought at the terminal back in Colorado. I’d picked it up with hopes it would be a distraction from the cyclone raging within me on our way back to Atlanta. The minute she ordered that drink, I’d known it was a lost cause.
Her hand came across the armrest and landed on my thigh. “Bowen, stop. It’s not a big deal.”
It was the truth. Compared to everything we’d been through, our house could have been swallowed by a sinkhole and it wouldn’t have been considered a big deal.
Honest to God, I was lucky to still have her at all. It had only been nine months since we’d met, but we’d lived a thousand lives in that time. Unfortunately, that also meant we’d died almost as many deaths.
Terrifying, tortuous, agony-filled deaths.
We’d also found love though—immeasurable amounts of it.
I stared down at her engagement ring. I’d cashed out a huge chunk of my savings account and still had to open a line of credit with the jewelry store to buy the three-karat princess-cut ring. The payment was roughly the same as I paid for my truck each month, but the tears in her eyes as she’d sat in her hospital bed, clutching it to her chest the day I proposed, made it all worth it.
She was worth it. Every day, every tear, every worry-filled minute shaved off my life.
I’d do it all again.
If only I weren’t so helpless to save her. I loved that woman. Whole heart. Whole soul. Bend me, break me, crack me open and she would have been there. No matter how bad it got, she was always a part of me.
I wasn’t sure anymore if she could say the same.
“Bowen,” she whispered, just as she’d done so many times before. It was a plea. One she knew I’d answer no matter the situation. No matter how mad I got. No matter how much I feared losing her again.
My gaze instinctively lifted to hers.
She smiled and the sight caused an ache in my chest. It was a lie.
God, I missed her smile.
“Baby, I’m okay.” She tilted her head to her drink. “I hate flying. That’s all this is.”
That was a lie too.
My shoulders fell and a loud breath tore from my burning lungs, but I let myself pretend, my mind going back to a time when it could have been the truth.
I thought of the nights we’d shared multiple bottles of wine and made love, laughing and moaning under the covers until the sun crept across the horizon. She’d rested peacefully in my arms. No nightmares. No crying in her sleep. No insomnia. Just even breaths, her head on my shoulder, and her body wound around mine so tightly it was like a second skin.
But that was the past.
The unreachable, insurmountable past.
The plane jerked, forcing me back to the present.
“Shit.” She moved her hand off my thigh to grasp her drink as it sloshed all over her. “Crap, crap, crap,” she chanted, using a cocktail napkin to dry the dark-red pool of tomato juice on her white pants.
For a moment, I sat there and watched her struggle. It wasn’t the most chivalrous thing to do, but I was all out of grand gestures.
She unbuckled her seat belt and lurched to her feet, her phone along with a handful of ice cubes from her lap falling to the floor. “Damn, this is going to leave a huge stain.”
The plane jerked again and she stumbled forward, crashing into the seat in front of her before I could catch her arm.
“Dammit, sit down before you get hurt.”
Ignoring me, she bent over to fish her phone from under the seat. “Hit the button for the flight attendant. I need some club soda and a lemon. STAT.”
“No, what you need is to sit down.”
I gave her arm a tug and dragged her down to the seat. Using the tip of my boot, I swept her phone toward her. Aforementioned lack of chivalry aside, I was no contortionist; leaning over to pick it up was out of the question.
She folded her upper body over my lap and blindly patted around the floor. I fought the urge to run my fingers through the back of her hair. In the beginning, it would have been a no-brainer. I’d have curled forward and suggestively whispered in her ear, “Since you’re already down there…”
She would have grinned up at me, her whole face filled with mischief as she traced a finger over my zipper, ignoring anyone who dared to watch her as she replied, “You mean down here?”
I’d have grabbed her hand and made her stop even though I was the one who had started it. She had no filter. She always took it one step too far. I’d loved that about her when we’d first met. It was fresh and exciting, a far cry from the stuffy women I’d dated in the past.
But now, she was in the past too.
We were in the past.
The Difference Between Somebody and Someone
(The Difference Trilogy #1)
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The world owes you nothing.
It took losing the woman I loved and facing the paralyzing task of moving on without her for me to truly understand that.
Consumed by regret and razor-sharp memories, I’d resigned myself to a life of loneliness until a survivor from the same plane crash that took my fiancée stormed into my life.
Remi Grey was chaos and sunshine, fire and freedom. With her in my arms, I began to believe fate had other plans for me.
But as secrets of the past exploded around us, it seemed the only thing fated about our relationship was that I had been destined to lose her from the start.
The world owes you nothing. But for Remi, I would risk it all. No matter the cost.
The Difference Between Somehow and Someway
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The world gave me everything.
After surviving a plane crash, I was lucky to be alive. It was a harsh truth, but one that changed my perspective on how fragile life could be.
So when a fellow survivor caught my eye, I owed it to myself to take a chance and follow my heart.
Bowen Michaels was guarded and broody, but I saw through his well-formed armor. Much like me, he was broken and lost, but together we found our way through the darkness.
For a brief moment, wrapped in his arms, it felt like maybe he was right about fate and we’d been destined to find each other all along.
But when buried secrets of the past erupt, igniting us both, it was hard to believe we’d been fated for anything other than failure.
The world gave me everything.
And then it took it all away.
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Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her husband and four young children.
Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and olives. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.
She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.
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