#BlogTour ~ The Story of Us by D. Nichole King~#4.5StarReview #Excerpt #Giveaway @dNicholeKing @HeaBookToursPR

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#BlogTour ~ The Story of Us by D. Nichole King~#4.5StarReview #Excerpt #Giveaway @dNicholeKing @HeaBookToursPR

#BlogTour ~ The Story of Us by D. Nichole King~#4.5StarReview #Excerpt #Giveaway @dNicholeKing @HeaBookToursPRThe Story of Us by D. Nichole King
on February 9th 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Every life is made of thousands of them, each one strung together with the next. Some are yellow and happy, some are blue and sad, and some
Some wipe out color altogether.

ÔÇ£I love you,ÔÇØ is what I should have told Maverick.

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm sorry.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm still fighting.ÔÇØ

Instead I just watched him leave.

Now my husband, my everything is battling for each breath, and all I can do is stare at the machines as the clock ticks off precious minutes.
The doctors said the first twenty-four hours are criticalÔÇöbut every moment is critical.

You never know which will be your last.

This is our story, and IÔÇÖm not ready for it to end.

The Story of UsThe Story of Us by D. Nichole King
My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars

Gosh, The Story of Us is just one of those a beautiful tales about first love, coping with loss and forgiveness. Although the premise had me feeling anxious, much of the story is centered around this young couple falling in love over the course of a spring break in Mexico. It’s the first book by D. Nichole King that I’v read. It held me enthralled and was a one sitting read. I just couldn’t walk away from Ali and Maverick when so much was unknown.

The story is told in alternating chapters in the present and past. King does an wonderful job unfolding their history against the stress of the current situation. the story is from Ali’s perspective so we learn about her self-doubt and fears brought about by a past relationship. As her she Maverick into her life she’s forced to work hard to stave off the uncertainty. It’s wonderful see Maverick win her over. He’s a swoon-worthy young man and had my vote of confidence from the beginning. The time they spend getting to know each other in Cancun showcases a very spontaneous and sensual connection – one strong enough to build upon

One of the most interesting aspects of the story is how Ali’s associates her emotions with color and how she uses that to illustrate her feelings. It’s beautiful to see how this young women allows herself to reconnect to her passion again. This plays out through the ups and downs that Ali and Maverick experience as a young couple. Their hearts just seem to call to each other and the banter and even Ali’s inner dialogue is simply well done and makes for an effortless and inspiring read. 4.5 star and recommendation!

~Review by Cyndi

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IÔÇÖm cold sitting in one of the waiting rooms in the ICU. Maverick is still in surgery, the nurse tells me. TheyÔÇÖll come get me once heÔÇÖs in his room. It shouldnÔÇÖt be too much longer. No one else is close by. ItÔÇÖs just me and my thoughts.

ItÔÇÖs strange the things you think of to distract yourself from the real reason youÔÇÖre sitting here. Me, I focus on the oil painting on the wall. Wonder how many people have stared at it and wanted to tear it down. How many liked it. Has anyone noticed that it leans a little to the left or that thereÔÇÖs an inconsistency in the corners of the wooden frame? Did anyone deliberate why this painting?

IÔÇÖm sure itÔÇÖs meant to calm the people who look at it. DoesnÔÇÖt everyone find a lake dotted with sailboats calming? But the colors are all wrong. They donÔÇÖt soothe me. TheyÔÇÖre bright and bold and demanding. ThereÔÇÖs too much crimson, too dark of navy.

I have to turn away from it. ThereÔÇÖre magazines on the tables, but they scream at me too. Loud headlines of celebrities with large divorce settlements, jail time, and plastic surgery. The science ones boast of the newest medical advances and archeological finds. What they donÔÇÖt realize is that in here, life beyond these walls no longer exists. In here, thereÔÇÖre only three things that matter: life, death, and the battle between them.

I shiver again. I should have brought warmer clothes.

Hugging my knees to my chest, I focus on the fake plant in the corner. There are no windows in this area, which is how I know itÔÇÖs fake. It might be a fern of some sort, I donÔÇÖt know. The leaves are long and skinny, but again, the color is wrong for this place.

I shift my attention to the hallway. In here, the lights are dim, but out there theyÔÇÖre on full and reflecting off of the cream floor. ThereÔÇÖs a nurse at the nursesÔÇÖ station, sitting behind a computer. SheÔÇÖs different from the one before. A moment later, another walks up to the desk. They keep hushed voices, and I hear nothing. The one at the computer lifts her eyes to me and when she meets my gaze, she offers a sympathetic smile. I donÔÇÖt smile back.

I lower my head until my cheek rests on my arms, and I close my eyes. My skin is ice against my face. Cold is what it means to be alone, and right now, IÔÇÖve never felt more alone. Alone, but not lonely. No, because being lonely is different than being alone. Lonely is a fleeting state that ends. When Finley gets here, IÔÇÖll no longer be lonely, yet without Mav, IÔÇÖll still be alone.
I think about the happy moments Mav and I shared. Our time in Cancun. The dance under the stars. His smile. His silly pet name for me.

That was us. The whole, take-on-the-world, in-love us.

The us before we broke.




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About D. Nichole King

I'm pretty sure I drink too much Pepsi. I'm also pretty sure that somedays it's what keeps me sane. Well, Pepsi and writing, that is.

I'm a dreamer, an inspirer. I find beauty in weakness, brokenness, and heartbreak. In life, and joy, and happiness. These moments don't define us, but the choices we make in these moments do.

I write about these moments. About the choices we make and the paths we tread. About the circumstances that make us who we are and the experiences that will lead us to who we will become.

I write about life. Love. Pain. And hope.

"It's not about the ending; it's about the journey."



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