Dear Gage: a short story (Love Letters Book 2)

By K.L. Donn

Dear K.L., 

I have been following your stories for over a year now, starting with Keeley’s Fight. Since then I found myself unwilling to get out of the rabbit hole you have placed me into, as you are now one of only six authors I would actively hoard books of—e-book, audio, and hopefully, one day soon, paperbacks.

The past two days I have been reading your Love Letters series. I must confess that I had them on my Kindle but well, life happened. It was only when Bookbub told me that I did not have Dear Gage did I get the chance to finally sit down and read.

Well. 

Gage and Paisley’s story was by far my favorite, although Killian, Maverick, Desmond, and Lena all gave mind a much- needed respite from the doldrums. 

Gage and Paisley, and of course, Tommy, though… If I had a fairy godmother, and IF they are real, my wish would be that I can crawl into your book and assume Paisley’s role. 

It’s funny, but can someone be envious of a fictional character? ‘Coz I am. 

You see, I have always been the giver—to my family, my friends, my colleges, they all know that they can run to me any time they need me for anything. 

I don’t mind, for the most part. Lately, and especially the past few weeks, I find myself finally realizing that I keep getting the short end of the stick, so to speak.

Why? Because now that I am the one needing to reach out everyone I know seems to have turned deaf.

We haven’t met, hell, we haven’t spoken, but I know you, Paisley. Your words speak of everything you want but won’t ask for. Everything I suddenly want to give you. When I come home, I’m coming for you. Both of you. 

Love, Gage

Everyone thinks it is too preposterous for me to feel down that they can’t accept the fact that I am asking for solutions to situations not of my making, that they themselves created.

Now that I want out, now that I am refusing to be the one to take the heat for them, I have become the villain.

Paisley and Tommy, both at the end of their ropes, had Gage. North had Desmond. Maybe I’ll just go crawl into bed and spend the rest of the weekend reconnecting with your books.

And of course, get acquainted with Viktor and the rest of the Vashchenko family.

Yours,

Aya