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Book 2 of the ‘Edward in Love’ In Love Saga

It had been over five years since Ethan Jackson and Demyan Chernyshevsky-Coleman had broken up. Five years of avoiding family gatherings, awkward greetings and longing glances from across the room.

For both they had tried to move on. To forget their first true loves and try to make a name from themselves from their family’s glory. 

For Demyan who constantly had to live up to both his fathers’; Edward and Vasili, success he found it difficult to shake off his past when eyes were constantly on him. To forget the man he had once fallen so deeply in love with that it had consumed him for almost a decade but found it near to impossible. 

For Ethan who constantly worked hard to prove he belonged into a family whose name was a household brand, he often found himself drowning into the voices of those who believed he belonged nowhere near the successful family. His decisions had ruined his chances with the only boy he had ever loved and even though it was almost a decade later he found it difficult to forget. 
Now as the ex-couple face each other again, will their love prevail or will new love conquests stop them in their path? 

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Please beautiful readers read Book 1 and it’s side story, Edward in Love, to better understand Book 2 of the ‘In Love Saga’. Hope you Enjoy!

Ethan In Love

"Thank you," I curtly nodded as I held the large bouquet of roses in my arms and tried to stop my fluttering heart from waving my current very unpleasant mood. No one had ever bought me flowers except for Demyan, not romantically anyway.

There was one time I broke my leg because I was trying to jump a fence back at the farm when I was twelve and Uncle Ed bought me a whole bouquet of lavender and wild flowers with a stack of juice boxes.

"My pleasure," he breathed out. I could tell he wanted to kiss me by how his body inched to me but I took an unpurposeful step in the direction of the kitchen further back in the penthouse.

"Have to put these in water," I was not really sure if he was following me until I entered the kitchen and saw the flicker of blonde hair behind me.

It Was Jealousy