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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

Even though tomorrow was a Sunday, it did not necessarily mean that I was resting. I could not imagine living inside a hotel for however long I was in New York therefore I had organised with realtors to help me search for a small or medium sized apartment with its own private gym in the building in a jog friendly area.

Uncle John had given me a list of places I was allowed to go so I wasted no time. They had about six to eight candidates for me which I was really excited about. The hotel was becoming claustrophobic and I just could not have peace with the paparazzi either.

After I unlocked the suite's door I kicked off my shoes, peeled off my jacket and threw my bowtie in a random direction. This had become my routine whenever I had come back and I had a feeling it would be for a long time.

Thrown For a Kitten