The Westin Legacies Series by Bree L. Mina

Fate is a fickle thing. It can lead you down a path of pain, or it can take you on a journey toward happiness. There is no equity in the unpredictable. Fate is inevitable. Not everyone is destined for a happy ending. Not every story will work out in the end. Not every love is meant to survive. Some believe we are in control of our destiny. That we determine the outcome of our lives, the people we love, and the path we walk. But I didn’t choose to survive a plane crash... moreFate is a fickle thing. It can lead you down a path of pain, or it can take you on a journey toward happiness. There is no equity in the unpredictable. Fate is inevitable. Not everyone is destined for a happy ending. Not every story will work out in the end. Not every love is meant to survive. Some believe we are in control of our destiny. That we determine the outcome of our lives, the people we love, and the path we walk. But I didn’t choose to survive a plane crash. I didn’t choose to be trapped on an island with the man who once crushed my soul. I didn’t choose to reopen my heart to a love so powerful that the end of it would be unsurvivable. I didn’t want to fall in love with my sister’s fiancé. To feel the insurmountable pain that followed my rescue. Or let go of a man that would own my heart until the day I die. But I am no longer allowing fate to decide my future. This next path is mine. *Please note this book is a romantic tragedy. The conclusion of this book is the conclusion of this story. There will not be a cliffhanger. This book does not end with an HEA; however, the events of this book inspire the story in book two. Book two will have an HEA*. less

Grief is a fickle thing. It can be as small as a teardrop racing down your cheek, or as vast as the ocean swallowing you in its depths. Grief is constant. It ebbs and flows with the tide, but you never truly find your way to calm waters. You either choose to fight the current and swim to the top, or let the waves take you under and drown you in your sorrow. Some say grief is a price we pay. That it’s the cost of loving someone with all of your heart... moreGrief is a fickle thing. It can be as small as a teardrop racing down your cheek, or as vast as the ocean swallowing you in its depths. Grief is constant. It ebbs and flows with the tide, but you never truly find your way to calm waters. You either choose to fight the current and swim to the top, or let the waves take you under and drown you in your sorrow. Some say grief is a price we pay. That it’s the cost of loving someone with all of your heart. And once they’re gone, it’s time to settle the bill. But what happens when you can no longer afford the toll? What happens when your grief becomes mixed with anger that is so consuming, you begin to resent the ones who left you behind? What do you do when your tears run out and you no longer want to swim? When you find yourself traveling down the same road as the ones who raised you? I didn’t ask to be weaved into their web of lies. I didn’t want to raise a child who is the living embodiment of their betrayal. And I certainly didn’t want to fall in love with my dead fiancé’s brother. But what do you do when he becomes your reason to swim again? less