We got married on a rainy day in October-the kind of rainy day that makes you want to be in a college library or tucked into a big chair with a hot apple cider and a thick book. Of course Sounds like bliss :)
About this book
I can’t have Elijah Iverson. I can’t have him because he’s my older brother’s best friend. I can’t have him because I broke his heart five years ago; because he’s now engaged to someone else—someone kind and dependable who deserves his whiskey eyes, his soft mouth, his fierce intellect. I can’t have Elijah because I’ve chosen God instead. The Bell brothers, though . . . well, we don't exactly have the greatest track record with vows. But I’m determined to do this monk thing right—to pledge myself to a cloistered life and spend the rest of my years in chastity and prayer. But now Elijah’s here. He’s here and he’s coming with me on my European monastery road trip, and between the whispered confessions and the stolen kisses and the moments bent over an ancient altar, my vows are feeling flimsier by the day. And vows or not, I know in my heart that it would take more than a good and holy monk to resist Elijah Iverson right now. It would take a saint. And we all know that I’m no saint.
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6 notes from readers tracking itAmani accepts the kiss with great toddler dignity, takes the bowl, and looks up at me. "Hi, Uncle Brother," she says Aww cute
. And then I go back to my room and do lectio, savoring over Song of Songs and letting the words linger in my mind like wine.
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