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<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Wide Open Spaces (Shooting Stars #2)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/aurora-rose-reynolds">Aurora Rose Reynolds</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>1537274902 (ISBN13: 9781537274904)</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
That moment your life changes. That moment that changes your life. That moment you love someone more than you love yourself.<br />
That was the moment we gave our son up for adoption and the moment I was left bare.<br />
A wide-open space that would forever be empty.<br />
There are moments that define you as a person, moments that prove just how strong you are, moments you push yourself to keep going forward when all you really want to do is give up. It was in one of those moments when I reached out and found him waiting for me.<br />
When Shelby Calder left home fifteen years ago, she never planned on returning to the Alaskan town she left behind. But after the death of her grandfather and a bitter divorce, she hopes going home will be a fresh start for her and her ten-year-old son.<br />
Zach Watters has made a lot of mistakes in his life. But when he sees Shelby Calder, looking more beautiful than ever, standing outside her childhood home, he promises himself that letting her go won't be a mistake he ever makes again.<br />
Some things never change and love is one of them.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/shooting-stars-series-by-aurora-rose-reynolds">Shooting Stars Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/aurora-rose-reynolds">Aurora Rose Reynolds</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Prologue<br><br>“You have to let him go now.” Kathleen softly lays her hand on my shoulder. Shaking my head, I feel my throat close up and pain—excruciating pain—slice through me. “I know this is hard,” she says gently.<br />
<br />
“No, you don’t,” I choke out, feeling tears drip down my cheeks as I rest my lips against the smooth skin of my baby’s forehead.<br />
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“Shel, baby,” Zach says, capturing my gaze as he walks around the bed toward me. “We agreed. This is the best thing for him.”<br />
<br />
Swallowing hard through the pain expanding inside of me, I pull in a deep shaky breath, closing my eyes.<br />
<br />
“I hate you,” I whisper, blinking my eyes open meeting his gaze once more. I have no idea how I can love and hate someone so much, but both of those emotions rock through me as I hold my son in my arms.<br />
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“You don’t mean that.” The pain in his voice rips me apart a little more, and I lean my head back, closing my eyes, needing to block him out.<br />
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“Shelby,” Kathleen prompts, and my eyes open.<br />
<br />
“Can I have a minute alone with him before you take him?” I plead, looking up at her.<br />
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“Of course,” she agrees softly, wrapping her hand around my shoulder and squeezing gently before leaving the room.<br />
<br />
“I want to be alone with him, Zach,” I whisper, not even looking to the side of the bed, where he’s still standing.<br />
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He’s silent for a moment. I wonder if he even heard me. “He’s my son, too,” he says, causing bitterness to well up inside of me.<br />
<br />
“Yeah, well, you can say goodbye when I’m done,” I tell him, hearing the indifference in my voice.<br />
<br />
“I love you, Shel.” The feel of his lips against the top of my head causes a fresh wave of tears before I hear his retreating footsteps, carrying him farther away from me. The door finally opens and shuts promptly, leaving us alone.<br />
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Inhaling a ragged breath and releasing it slowly, I press my finger to my boy’s chin, where there is a dimple identical to his father’s. “If things were different, if I knew I could make it and give you the life you deserve, I would never give you up,” I whimper, pressing a kiss to his forehead. I bring his tiny body up to my chest and lean back, letting his weight settle against me until it’s time to let him go.<br><br>I wake feeling warm, my arm and leg thrown over Zach, the steady beat of his heart playing in my ear like my favorite song. Sliding my hand from his abs, I rest it over my now flat stomach and swallow down the tears burning my throat.<br />
<br />
“It will be okay. I swear it will be okay,” Zach whispers to the top of my head, while I bury my face against his chest.<br />
<br />
I know he’s wrong. A piece of me is missing. A part of my soul is gone. I will never be okay again.<br><br>Chapter 1<br><br>Shelby<br><br>Shutting off my car, I stare at the two-story house I used to call home. It looks the same as it did when I left. The deep blue is still vibrant, even more so now against the backdrop of the gray sky behind it. The white porch is still welcoming, with flowers hanging from the banister.<br />
<br />
My grandmother and I would spend hours planting flowers in those boxes during the summer. When she passed away during my sophomore year of high school, I made sure to keep up the tradition in her memory. It looks like, in my absence over these last fifteen years, someone else had taken over the job.<br />
<br />
Looking at the bright blooms growing wild, hanging over the sides of the boxes, I wonder if Granddad hired someone to plant them for him when he left to live in Florida. He never mentioned that he cared about the flowers we planted. Honesty, I don’t remember him mentioning them. Growing up, I didn’t even think he noticed, but now, looking at the blooming buds that are artfully arranged, I know they meant something to him after all.<br />
<br />
“Mom?” Turning my head, I look at my son Hunter and force a smile as aching pain and regret slice through my chest.<br />
<br />
“Sorry, honey. I spaced out. Do you want to unpack tonight, or do you want to wait until tomorrow, kiddo?”<br />
<br />
Looking over his shoulder, he eyes the boxes and suitcases piled in the back then looks at me. I hate the sadness I see in his eyes. I hate I’m the cause of his pain. I know he misses his father already, and I know that at ten years old, he doesn’t understand why we’re no longer together even if it’s been over two years since we separated and divorced.<br />
<br />
“Tomorrow,” he grumbles, and I feel that ache in my chest expand. He hates me for moving him across the country. Away from his friends, away from everything he knew. And I hate myself a little bit, too, for failing miserably at keeping my family together. I just hope this move will be a new start for us.<br />
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Lea Lamb and Austin Wolf were young when they fell in love. They never imagined the future could hold anything other than together-forever. When Lea's father dies in a tragic fishing accident, she's crushed under the weight of her grief and catches a glimpse of another type of future, one she knows she's not strong enough to face.<br />
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Austin is angry. For the past fifteen years, he's believed the woman he loved with every ounce of his soul left him without so much as a backwards glance. When Lea unexpectedly returns to their hometown, all the years of heartache inside Austin bubbles to the surface and presents itself as blinding rage.<br />
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Faced with the truth about the past, a newly discovered secret, these former lovers will learn that if they want to have any chance at the future they'd given up on all those years ago, they will have to rescue one another from drowning in pain so debilitating it will leave them both fighting to breathe. Contains mature themes.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/shooting-stars-series-by-aurora-rose-reynolds">Shooting Stars Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/aurora-rose-reynolds">Aurora Rose Reynolds</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Prologue<br><br>Lea<br><br>“It’s so beautiful,” I whisper, cuddling deeper into Austin’s side as I look up at the night sky. I swear you can see every single star there is when the nights are clear like this.<br />
<br />
“Yeah,” he grunts, making me smile as his fingers on my arm move in soothing strokes.<br />
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“We graduate in two weeks,” I say while butterflies erupt in my stomach. Austin has been my boyfriend since I was sixteen, and since the very beginning, we have talked about getting married as soon as we graduate high school. I know a lot of people would say we’re too young, but ever since the day I laid eyes on him, I knew he would be my husband.<br />
<br />
“Lea Wolf,” he says, and those butterflies begin to fly faster. I scoot up, place my hands on his chest, and rest my chin on top of them while searching his face. Austin has always appeared older than he is. His dark dirty blonde hair is shaggy, his jaw covered in an ever-present layer of scruff, and his lips that I love so much are full and soft, but as my gaze locks on his, I know his eyes will forever be my favorite thing about him. The crystal blue reminds me of the glaciers near my house, one of the most beautiful places on earth. “You’re going to be my wife, Lea. Are you ready for that?” He runs his finger down the center of my face and brings them to rest under my chin while his thumb sweeps across my lower lip.<br />
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“So ready,” I say, watching anxiousness form on his handsome face. I know he thinks I’ll want more than the life of a fisherman’s wife, a small town life, but deep down I know this is all I will ever need. As long as I have Austin, I don’t need anything else.<br />
<br />
“Graduation, then Vegas,” he rumbles, pulling me up to rest completely on top of him.<br />
<br />
“Graduation, then Vegas,” I agree then smile as his hand on the back of my head pulls me closer until we’re sharing the same breath.<br />
<br />
“I need to get you home,” he breathes against my lips then rolls me to my back, looming over me before dropping his mouth down to mine.<br />
<br />
“I wish we could stay out here all night,” I sigh when his mouth leaves mine.<br />
<br />
“Me too, baby, but I promise you—when summer starts, we’ll sleep outside, under the stars, on the boat, in the middle of the ocean. Out there, you can see everything.”<br />
<br />
“I would like that,” I say, wrapping my arms tighter around him and giving him a squeeze. He pushes back and stands before holding out his hand for me to take, helping me out of the back of his truck, where we had made love under the dark, starry night.<br><br>“I wonder what’s going on.” I question as we pull up in front of my parents’ house, where the sheriff’s car is parked.<br />
<br />
“Don’t know,” Austin mutters, sounding concerned as he shuts off his truck. Then quickly gets out, walks around the hood, and opens my door, lifting me out and setting me gently on my feet. As soon as we make it up the front steps and into the house, my confusion turns to worry as I see my mom sitting on the couch, rocking back and forth while sobbing hysterically.<br />
<br />
“What happened?” Sheriff Jefferson’s head turns my way, and my mom lifts her gaze to mine and begins shaking her hand frantically while tears stream down her cheeks.<br />
<br />
“Have a seat?” Sheriff Jefferson says in a tone that I have never heard from him before as he holds his hand out to me.<br />
<br />
“Mom?” I whisper. My stomach begins to knot, and I feel Austin’s arm slide around me, pulling me closer into his side.<br />
<br />
“I—” My mom starts then covers her face with her hands and sobs harder, the noises coming from her ripping into me, making it hard for me to even breath.<br />
<br />
“What’s going on?” Austin asks, pulling me around and tucking my face into his chest. Even though I know deep down what the sheriff is going to say, nothing can prepare me for hearing the words out loud. Every single one of them strangles me until I’m fighting to breathe.<br />
<br />
“Sorry, Lea, but your dad’s boat disappeared this afternoon after he called in a mayday. The coastguard found his boat, which caught fire; they also, found his skiff, which was empty. They are still searching the water for him, but with the temperature, it’s not looking good.”<br />
<br />
“There’s still a chance, right? He could still be alive?” I practically beg, while my body begins to shake.<br />
<br />
“There’s always a chance,” Austin says, holding me closer.<br />
<br />
But there wasn’t a chance. My dad’s body was never found. They believed the fire spread so quickly on his boat that he didn’t even have a chance to put his survival suit on before he tried to get into his skiff, ending up in the water and either drowning or freezing to death.<br />
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			<span class="cat-links"><span class="screen-reader-text">Categories </span>Genre: <a href="http://www.ilovenovels.com/genre/alpha-male" rel="category tag">Alpha Male</a>, <a href="http://www.ilovenovels.com/genre/new-adult" rel="category tag">New Adult</a>, <a href="http://www.ilovenovels.com/genre/romance" rel="category tag">Romance</a></span> <span class="tags-links"><span class="screen-reader-text">Tags </span>Authors: <a href="http://www.ilovenovels.com/authors/aurora-rose-reynolds" rel="tag">Aurora Rose Reynolds</a></span> <span class="cat-links">Series: <a href="http://www.ilovenovels.com/series/shooting-stars-series-by-aurora-rose-reynolds">Shooting Stars Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds</a></span><br />	
	
	
	
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<div class='book-details-pages-words'><strong>Total pages in book: </strong>54<br /><strong>Estimated words: </strong>51525 (not accurate)<br /><strong>Estimated Reading Time in minutes: </strong>258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm) <br /></div><div class='pagination-custom-post-pages'><a href='#'><<<</a><a href='#'><</a><a href='#' class='active'>1</a><a href='?mypage=2'>2</a><a href='?mypage=3'>3</a><a href='?mypage=11'>11</a><a href='?mypage=21'>21</a><a href='?mypage=2'>></a><a href='?mypage=54'>54</a></div>	
	
	
	
	

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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>One Last Wish (Shooting Stars #3)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/aurora-rose-reynolds">Aurora Rose Reynolds</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Finding out my husband, my best friend, only had months to live was devastating.<br />
Sitting out under the star-filled sky, listening to him wish on star after star, night after night, almost killed me.<br />
He never wished to get better. He wished for me to be happy. He wished for me to find the strength to move on.<br />
I told him his wishes were pointless, because happiness wouldn’t exist without him. I found out soon after he passed away that I was pregnant.<br />
But I had no idea his final wish would bring me something I never thought I’d find again.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/shooting-stars-series-by-aurora-rose-reynolds">Shooting Stars Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/aurora-rose-reynolds">Aurora Rose Reynolds Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Prologue<br><br>_______________<br />
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Aubrey<br />
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Age 17<br><br>I PEEK THROUGH MY LASHES to look across the table. My stomach dips and my heart beats funny, like it always does when a pair of golden hazel eyes meet mine. Since I can remember, Denver Clayton has had the same effect on me. He makes me nervous, so nervous it feels like I might come out of my skin when I’m around him. And I’m around him a lot, because his family and mine are close and we go to school together.<br />
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“You don’t have to sit here with us, honey,” Shelby says, and I look across the table to her. “If you’re done, you can go hang with the boys.” Shelby is my dad’s wife, my stepmom, who’s actually more of a mom to me than my mom has ever been. I love her; we’re close—really close.<br />
<br />
“I…” I start. I don’t really want to go hang with my brothers, meaning my twin brother Steven and my stepbrother Hunter. Don’t get me wrong, I like them most of the time, but they are still annoying.<br />
<br />
“We can go hang outside,” Denver says, and my hands start to become damp as he pushes back from the table and stands to wait for me.<br />
<br />
Oh, God. What do I do? I look around at everyone. My dad looks annoyed, Shelby and Joe—Denver’s mom—are both smiling, and Paul—Denver’s dad—is looking at the ceiling with his lips twitching like he finds something funny.<br />
<br />
“Uh… okay.” I slide out of my seat then look at Joe. “Thank you for dinner.”<br />
<br />
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” She winks.<br />
<br />
I bite my lip, nod once, and then tuck my hands into the front pocket of my overlarge hoodie. I keep my head ducked and follow Denver outside, and he leads us across the lawn to an old tire swing. I take a seat on the rubber tire, watching him lean back against the tree and cross his arms over his chest. I push off the ground with the tips of my toes and study his handsome face, remembering what Shelby said a year ago when he turned seventeen. “Aubrey, that boy seems to only get better looking with age.”<br />
<br />
She was right. When I was thirteen and Denver fourteen, he was a cute boy. But Denver at eighteen is handsome. His jaw no longer has a softness to it. It’s now strong with sharp angles that give a glimpse of what he might look like in a few years when he fully settles into adulthood. His eyes haven’t changed, though the hazel color still reminds me of the aurora borealis you can sometimes catch a glimpse of on a clear night in Alaska where we live. The greens and yellows mix together perfectly and stand out spectacularly against his dark hair and lashes.<br />
<br />
My eyes land on his full lips, I quickly look away when I feel my cheeks warm. I think I’ve imagined kissing him a million times, what his lips would feel like against mine, how he’d taste, how it would feel. A part of me knows that one touch would send me floating away. One kiss would change everything, my whole world.<br />
<br />
“So what’s going on with you and Gabe?” he asks suddenly, and my head flies up meeting his intense gaze.<br />
<br />
“Gabe?” I touch my toes to the ground to stop swinging.<br />
<br />
“Yeah, you two are together all the time. Is he your boyfriend?”<br />
<br />
My cheeks heat further and I drop my eyes to the ground. “He’s my friend,” I reply quietly. Gabe moved to town a few years ago, and since then we’ve become good friends. He’s sweet. I like being around him, because he makes it easy. I don’t feel any pressure to talk or fit in, and being around him, I can just be me.<br />
<br />
“Just friends?” he questions, and I focus on him once more, wondering why he’s asking.<br />
<br />
“Yeah, we’re just friends.” I push off and start swinging once more.<br />
<br />
“Bre, we’re heading home,” Dad calls, and I turn to find him and Shel saying goodbye to Paul and Joe on the front porch.<br />
<br />
“Coming!” I yell back, and then I look toward Denver’s shoulder, mumbling, “See you at school Monday.”<br />
<br />
I don’t see him take a step toward me, but I feel his fingers wrap around mine to stop me before I can walk away. My breath catches as I look up into his eyes—way up, because he’s already at least a foot taller than me.<br />
<br />
“Are you going to the party tonight?”<br />
<br />
“What?” I ask in a daze, my focus on the feel of his warm, slightly rough fingers wrapped around mine.<br />
<br />
“Party… at Lincoln’s house tonight. Are you going?”<br />
<br />
Lincoln is Denver’s best friend; they’ve been best friends forever. I know Lincoln’s parents are cool with him throwing parties at their house, since everyone talks about it—including my dad, who’s the sheriff. Lincoln’s parents say they’d rather have their son under their roof drunk than wasted somewhere unknown. I can understand their logic, since a bunch of teenagers hanging out drunk out on the road where kids like to party or in the woods could end up in disaster. Has ended up in disaster in the past.<br />
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