My Thoughts
This book was a slow burn for me. With each letter and each moment that the author shares Luke, I just kept falling deeper into this story. My heart broke for Luke and my heart soared for him along the way. I really liked that the author didn't sugar coat Luke and the journey out of the darkness of grief that he was taking. I loved that the first thing Luke had to do was get a dog which led to Rae. She too was lost in the aftermath of heartbreak, but I loved her sass. This is one of those books that you read nice and slow so you can savor it and the messages within. They aren't the kind of messages that smack you in the face with their truth, but seep out of the pages and into your heart. I really loved this book.
I give 9 Letters 5 hearts!
About the Book
Luke Cawley is a broken man. After his wife's tragic death,
he lost everything that mattered in the world. Now, his life is filled with
hard days, harder nights, and a steady stream of alcohol and the wrong kind of
women. Nothing helps.
Until the letters arrive on Luke's doorstep.
Nine envelopes. Nine messages. Nine chances to find his way
back.
Rae Goode is looking for the real thing. After fighting her
way out of a string of bad relationships, she's ready for something
different--something true.
She meets Luke while piecing her life together, and right
away she can tell that he's different. Drawn together by fate and the desire to
heal, Rae and Luke discover new ways to mend their broken hearts--one letter at
a time.
Discover Blake Austin's debut novel of loss, redemption, and
ever-enduring love.
Excerpt
As soon as the word left my mouth, Rae’s face opened up and
she was smiling over at me and it was like I was falling in towards her. When
she was happy, I got vertigo. All those happy brain chemicals just took over
and I was lost in bliss.
“Get out of my rescue, Luke Cawley,” she said.
“Will do,” I replied, scooping up King’s leash and opening
the door again. But before we stepped out, Rae’s voice came after me.
"Hey Luke, you want to hook up sometime?" she
asked. I turned around, probably looked startled. Sometimes I'm smooth,
sometimes I'm not. "I mean, I could help you with King. At the dog park or
something. You get a dog tired enough, he won’t rip up the house.”
She smiled. Clearly this was a professional courtesy she was
extending, right? But I still couldn’t help feeling like it might do me and
King both some good to see Rae again.
“I uh, lost your number,” I said. Sounded a lot nicer than
‘I threw it away while I was cleaning my house.’ I took out my phone. “I’ll
just put it into my phone this time. Rae, right? What's your last name?" I
made a new contact.
"Goode," she said.
I'd remember that. I didn't have the best memory, but I
remember what's important. I decided I couldn't let it be a sign, though. It
was just a last name. Totally wasn't a sign. I'm too grown up to believe in
things like that.
I tapped in her number, texted her so
she had mine, then I reached down, pet King on the head once more, and left the
shelter with my dog in tow, feeling pretty good after all was said and done.
About the Author
About the Author
Blake Austin is a guitar playing father of one, who lives in
Los Angeles. He's written music for as long as he can remember and was inspired
to add book writing to his repertoire. 9 Letters is his debut novel.
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