My Kind of Love (Finding Love #1) Read Online Nikki Ash

Categories Genre: New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Finding Love Series by Nikki Ash
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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(Finding Love #1) My Kind of Love

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Nikki Ash

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
9798590658435
Book Information:

Micaela
Once upon a time, a boy and a girl met and fell in love…
That’s the way my love story began, but unlike the fairy tale, it ended with me standing in the cemetery, watching my prince get lowered into the ground, along with all our dreams. Now he’s gone and I’m lost.
Until an impromptu trip to my family’s beach house has me spending time with Ryan. With his help, I’m learning to live again and make plans for the future.
The only problem is, we both know they can’t include him. So, when our time is up, we do the only thing we can do—go our separate ways.
Ryan
My entire life, I’ve felt like the waves in a raging sea—crashing and breaking, never settling. Until Micaela stormed in like a hurricane, colliding into my life and my heart.
I thought she’d be my destruction, but instead she turned out to be my calm. The more time we spend together, the more life she breathes into both of us. But all too quickly, our time is up and she’s ready to face her future—one I can’t be a part of.
So, I do the impossible and walk away. But life is crazy, and love knows no bounds. You might’ve thought this is where our story ends, but the truth is… it’s only the beginning.
***My Kind of Love is a full-length stand-alone romance in the Finding Love series.
Books in Series:

Finding Love Series by Nikki Ash

Books by Author:

Nikki Ash



Give Your Heart a Break-Demi Lovato

Careless- NEFFEX

Beautiful Trauma-Pink

Lose-Kane Brown

Your Song- Rita Ora

If You Want Love- NF

Little Moments- Brad Paisley

No Air- Jordin Sparks

Wanted-Hunter Hayes

Let Me Go- 3 Doors Down

You & I- One Direction

Never Stop-SafetySuit

In Case You Didn’t Know-Brett Young

I Do (Cherish You)- 98 Degrees

Baby- Justin Bieber

I’m the One- DJ Khaled

Cold Water- Major Lazer

Eyes On You-Chase Rice

Perfect- Ed Sheeran

Here’s to never Growing Up-Avril Lavigne

Feels Great-Cheat Codes

Middle of a Memory-Cole Swindell

You Should Be Here- Cole Swindell

Nightmare- Halsey

Lonely If You Are- Chase Rice

We Found Love-Rihanna

Be Alright-Dean Louis

Sorry Not Sorry-Demi Lovato

How Do You Sleep? Sam Smith

Like I’m Gonna Lose You- Meghan Trainer

This Love- Camila Cabello

It’s Your Love- Tim McGraw & Faith Hill

Stay- Rihanna

Goodbye- Jagged Edge

My Girl- Dylan Scott

To Michelle, for seeing something in Ryan I didn’t even see myself.

Ryan

“So, that’s it? You’re just going to pack up and leave without saying a word?”

I stuff the last of my toiletries into my duffel bag and pull the strings to close it. After taking a calming breath, I set the bag on the ground and give my wife my full attention. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Her brown eyes are filled with tears and her eyes are puffy from crying. I hate that my leaving is hurting her, but it’s out of my hands. Being in the military means leaving. She knew this when we married six years ago. When I left on my first deployment fresh out of high school. She knew it the following four times I was deployed after that.

“I guess I don’t want you to say anything.” Laura sighs, her eyes closing in hurt and frustration. “I want you to stay… I want you to want to stay.” She’s standing in the middle of my bedroom in her aqua-colored work scrubs, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She’s a beautiful, smart, educated woman, and I wish I could feel something more for her than friendship, but I don’t. I wish I could give her what she wants, say what she needs me to say, but I’ve never lied to her, and I’m not about to start now.

When I don’t say anything, she opens her eyes and several tears fall. “I can’t do this anymore,” she whispers. “I love you so much, Ryan, but you’ll never love me back.”

“You know I love you,” I argue, but the conviction in my voice isn’t there because she isn’t referring to that kind of love. The love I felt for her in high school when I asked her to marry me. We were eighteen and about to graduate. Foster care fucked her over and she was on her own, on the streets. She was getting mixed up with the wrong crowd, and I couldn’t let it happen. She was my best friend—still is my best friend—and I refused to let circumstance destroy her. So, I asked her to marry me. Being my wife meant she would be taken care of. She would have a roof over her head, food in her belly, health insurance. She would be able to go to school and be safe.

She said yes, and after signing a prenup—something my dad insisted on—we said our I do’s. Three months later, I shipped out on my first deployment.

“I’ll always be grateful for what you did for me,” she says, taking my hands in hers. “I don’t even want to imagine where I would be if you hadn’t saved me.” She presses a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth, and I will myself to feel something, anything for my wife that amounts to more than friendship. But there’s nothing more.

“It’s because of you I was able to get my degree, be able to provide for myself,” she says, her lips upturning into a sad smile.

“You got more than a degree,” I joke. “You’re a fucking doctor.” I’m so damn proud of this woman. She came from a home similar to the one I was born into—drug addicts and neglect—but unlike me, who had Bentley and Kayla there to adopt me, before I was even old enough to understand how shitty life could be, she had no one—except me.

Laura laughs, a single tear sliding down her cheek. “A nurse practitioner,” she corrects with an eye roll.

“Same shit.” I shrug, wiping the tear from her face. I hate to see her cry. All I want is for her to be happy.

“I thought over time you would love me the way I love you,” she says, steering the conversation back on track. “I thought you would come home from being away and miss me and want me.” She swallows thickly. “But you never did. You’re away more than you’re home.”

“Tell me how to fix it,” I offer. I never set out to be a shitty husband. My intentions were honorable, but I was young and didn’t know what I was getting myself into. My dad warned me not to marry her. He said he would allow me to use some of the money from my trust fund to set her up. But throwing money at her felt ungenuine. Marrying her meant giving her a family, only in the end, I guess I never really gave her that either.


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