THE LAST LETTER by Rebecca Yarros is LIVE!

The right words can save your life.

For fans of Nicholas Sparks and Jodi Picoult…
A soldier falls in love with his battle buddy’s
sister through their letters and returns
home from Afghanistan with a secret that
could destroy their fragile relationship.

Don’t miss THE LAST LETTER by Rebecca Yarros!

 

Beckett,

If you’re reading this, well, you know the “last-letter” drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there were any chance you could have saved me, you would have.

I need one thing from you: Get out of the army and get to Telluride.

My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. It’s not fair.

And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart. She’s going to need help.

So if I’m gone, that means I can’t be there for Ella. I can’t help them through this. But you can. So I’m begging you, as my best friend, go take care of my sister, my family.

Please don’t make her go through it alone.

Ryan

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“I cannot imagine a world without this story.” – Hypable

“A stunning, emotional romance.” – Jill Shalvis, NYT Bestselling Author

 

Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

I am lost for words! Very occasionally, do I come across a read which simply takes my breath away; this one did much more than that. The prose in certain sentences and paragraphs was of such exquisiteness, I couldn’t have possibly moved on in the story without rereading them. This stand-alone romance is for me, women’s fiction at its very best. Heart-wrenchingly beautiful, compassionate and emotional, getting through the book without shedding tears I found impossible. My warning ladies; a man-sized hanky is a must because otherwise, you’ll find yourselves wiping your sniffles on your sleeve!

Letters from the heart are written. Whether they’re all received, read or even replied to remains to be seen. One of them will change a man’s life and here is where I stop. I want you to enjoy this book as much as I did, so I’ll try my hardest not to go into too many details. What I can say is Rebecca Yarros’ characters are stunning, ridiculously easy to connect to and if it were ever possible, I’d want them in my life. Having not had the pleasure of reading this author’s works and even though I’d read the synopsis, never did I expect Beckett Gentry and Ella MacKenzie’s journey to be so soul-searchingly crushing.

‘How much damage had been done to him through the years?’ 

Beckett is a man of few words. Not such a good communicator at the best of times, what I adored about him was he had no use bad language because all said and done, other words in the dictionary exist to express one’s feeling. And his efforts to do the honourable thing literally bowled me over. With a heart of gold and righteousness that goes above and beyond, he had me sitting back and thinking about how one can lose track of simple actions like thoughtfulness, making us a better person.

“I was good with confidence, but arrogance was a deal breaker. Arrogance got men killed…kids, too” 

If there were ever an award for the best mum to be had, I wouldn’t hesitate to vote for Ella. Hardworking and strong-willed, her unwavering commitment to her twins is nothing less than exceptional. Honest to the core, lies have no place in her life. Unfortunately for her, they exist and when they come to light, the consequences are devastating. Questions arise and go unanswered so why then, is Beckett there by her side through thick and thin? Why so much secretiveness, who is he and where did he come from? I got the impression that the timing was all wrong at the beginning of their story; certainly, the geographics didn’t help matters.

“You’re not a big people person, are you?
“That obvious?”
“Absolutely.”
 

All unravels at a steady pace, but this is not to say I was overjoyed with what was happening. In fact, I was left speechless. But not in the respect that I felt saddened by anyone’s actions because in this story there is no room for judgment. Just the whole poignant past and present sorry state of affairs none of them had bargained for.

“Sometimes I think I don’t really know you,”
“You might not know much about my past, but trust me, you know me, and that’s more important.”
 

Not only did I fall hard for Beckett and Ella, but my goodness me, the children. They stole the show, they squeezed my heart and Havoc! Dog lovers, you’re in for a real treat here. Given moments of sheer joy, I was fooled into believing that all was not lost when in fact, that safety net the author had shrewdly conjured up in my mind simply disappeared into thin air. Perseverance to overcome what was thrown the protagonists’ way will make even the most hardened reader bawl their eyes out. But above all, the benevolent affection, the emotion that I literally lived from the first page to the last, showed me that true love has no boundaries whatsoever.

‘But the lies were woven in with the love, and that was the killer.’ 

Corner-cutting delicate health issues Yarros most certainly hasn’t done. She’s told it as it is with a frankness that’s quite alarming and at times, even before turning the next page to see what was or wasn’t going to transpire only seemed to add to my anxiousness. Every imaginable blow hits intensely. She’s woven a tale I, for one, will never forget and despite the ugly cries leaving me spent, her beautifully written words were narrated with the utmost graciousness.

‘I hadn’t been lying when I said I could kiss her forever. She was a thousand different kisses in one woman, the soft and tender, the deep and passionate, the hard and desperate. I never knew who I was taking in my arms, and yet they were all Ella.’ 

Five stars aren’t enough! That simple. Read this book; you won’t regret it. Bravo to the author and so looking forward to reading more of her works.

“Someone once told me that swearing is a poor excuse of a crap vocabulary. It makes you look low class and uneducated. So I stopped.”

 

EXCERPT 

© 2019 Rebecca Yarros
All rights reserved. 

 
“Ella.” It was a plea to speak, to not speak. Hell, I didn’t know anymore.“You don’t see me like that. I totally get it.” She reached for the TV remote.

“How exactly do I see you? Please, enlighten me.” I leaned forward, stealing the remote. She’d opened this box and had better well dish it.

She huffed in annoyance. “You see me as a mom. As Colt and Maisie’s mom. And of course you do, because that’s what I am. A mom with two kids.”

“Well, yeah,” I said. Her motherhood—that selfless devotion she had to her kids—was one of her most attractive attributes.

She rolled her eyes with a little sigh, and the metaphorical light bulb went off in my head.

“You don’t think I want you.”

She shot me a look that confirmed my guess and blushed the same crimson of her couch. “You know, you’re right. It’s late.” She faked a yawn. “Suuuuuuper late.”

“I want you.” Damn, it felt so good to say the words.

“Yeah, okay.” She gave me a goofy look and a thumbs-up. “Please don’t make me feel any more idiotic than I do right now.”

Yeah, enough of this bullshit.

I pounced in one smooth motion, taking her back to the couch, sliding over her as I gathered her wrists in one hand above her head and settled between her open thighs.

Home.

“Holy shit, you move fast.” There was no fear or rejection in her eyes, just surprise.

“Not in every arena,” I promised.

Her lips parted.

“Ella. I want you.”

“Beckett…you don’t have to.”

Yeah, that soft little sigh she did was going to be my undoing.

I let go of her wrists, letting my fingers trail down her arm until I had one hand weaving my fingers into the hair at the base of her scalp and the other at the curve in her waist.

“Feel this?” Then I slid forward, letting my dick stroke along the seam in her pajama pants hard enough for her to gasp at the contact. I couldn’t remember ever wanting to shred a piece of fabric so much in my life. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you.”

I moved again, and her eyes slid shut as she let loose the sweetest moan.

My dick throbbed, knowing everything I’d fantasized about for the better part of the last eight months was one decision away.

“Beckett.” Her hands found my biceps, her nails digging in.

“Don’t ever think that I don’t want you, because if things were different, I would have already been inside you. I would know exactly how you feel, and what you sound like, look like, when you come. I’ve thought about it at least a hundred different ways, and believe me, I’ve got a great imagination.”

She rocked her hips against me, and I locked my jaw to keep from giving her exactly what her body was asking for. “Ella, you have to stop.”

“Why?” she asked, her lips dangerously close to mine. “What do you mean if things were different?” Her eyes flew wide. “Is this because I have kids?”

“What? No. Of course not. It’s because you’re Ryan’s little sister.” Before I could do any more damage, I got the hell off her and sat back on my side of the couch.

“Because…I’m Ryan’s little sister,” she repeated, scooting so she sat upright, facing me. “And you think he’d, what? Haunt you?”

Three things: The letter. The cancer. The lie.

I repeated those in my head until I was certain I could look at her and not drag her back under me.

“Beckett?”

“When I was growing up, if I wanted something, I took it. Immediately. I had sex at fourteen with a girl in my foster home of the moment. I opened Christmas presents early if I was lucky enough to get one, and it was usually from my social worker or some charity.”

“I don’t understand.” She wrapped her arms around her knees again.

“I took it immediately because I knew if I didn’t, chances were I wouldn’t get it. It was a now-or-never kind of thing—there weren’t second chances.”

“Okay.”

“I can’t touch you, can’t talk about it, because I’m afraid I’ll act on it.”

“And why does that matter if I want you to?”

“Because I won’t get a second chance. And I’m crap with people, with relationships. I’ve never had one that lasted more than a month. Never loved a woman I’ve slept with. And chances are I’d do something to screw this up, because it’s not just my dick that wants you, Ella.”

That O popped right back onto her face, and I closed my eyes to keep from lunging across the distance and kissing her. Knowing she’d let me—that she wanted it—sent my need from a bullet to a nuclear missile.

“And when I’d screw it up, because it would happen, trust me, it would hurt Colt and Maisie, too. You’d be on your own again, because there’s no chance you’d let me hang around and help you out like Ryan asked.”

“And there it is.”

“There it is. You’re Ryan’s little sister.”

“There were only five years between us. Not so little, you know.” She reached for the remote.

“I’m well aware.”

“So if Ryan were still alive…” She shot one last look at me.

I let everything slip for a millisecond, letting her see it all in my eyes, how badly I wanted her, and not just for her body. “Everything would be different.”

“Everything?”

“Everything but the way I feel about you, which he probably would have killed me for. Where does that leave us?”

“You mean besides me being a dried-up spinster and you being honor-bound to a ghost?”

“Something like that.”

She rolled her head along the back of the couch, muttering something that sounded like a curse word under her breath. Then she sat up straight and powered on the TV with a click of her thumb. “That leaves us choosing a movie on demand. Because I’m not letting you walk out that door right now.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope. You walk out now, you might get all weird about this and not come back. Honor is a fabulous thing, but sometimes pride can be a lot stronger, especially when you convince yourself it’s for the good of the other person.”

Damn, the woman knew me.

“So movie it is,” I agreed. “Just…stay on your side of the couch.”

“I wasn’t the one who crossed the center line,” she teased with a smile that got me hard all over again.

Movie chosen, we sat and watched, both of us stealing sideways glances. There was that saying…the horse out of the barn. Yeah, the horse was out of the barn, and it wasn’t going back in. Not no way. Not no how.

That horse was running amok and screwing with my carefully constructed control.

But I didn’t complain when she moved over. Or when she pressed against my side. Nope. I lifted my arm and savored the feel of her curves, her trust. Still didn’t complain when she lay down in my arms. Hell no, I held on and memorized every second.
 

 
 

“This story gripped me from start to finish. The Last Letter is poignant, heartfelt and utterly consuming. I loved it!” – Mia Sheridan, NYT Bestselling Author

“Hands down, the best book I’ve read all year.” – Fic Wishes

 

About Rebecca Yarros:

Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and a lover of all things coffee, chocolate, and Paleo. She is the author of the Flight & Glory series, including Full Measures, the award-winning Eyes Turned Skyward, Beyond What is Given, and Hallowed Ground. She loves military heroes, and has been blissfully married to hers for sixteen years.

When she’s not writing, she’s tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in some guitar time, or watching brat-pack movies with her two daughters. She lives in Colorado with the hottest Apache pilot ever, their rambunctious gaggle of kids, an English bulldog who is more stubborn than sweet, and a bunny named General Fluffy Pants who torments the aforementioned bulldog. Having adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, and Rebecca is passionate about helping others do the same.

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