Macon Davis.

My best friend's brother.


My tormentor.

My least favorite person.

Pothead. Delinquent.

A careless, directionless loser.

That's what I used to believe,

but I didn't really know him.

And when I finally saw him,

it was the best and worst thing to ever happen to me.

We burned hot and fast.

Passion. Anger. Love. Pain.

We were reckless. Naive.

We were doomed from the start.

When I finally saw Macon Davis for who he was,

we both went down in the flames.

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The Love of My Next Life is part one of a duet.

It is just as much a love story as it is a tale of ruin.

While the duet will end in an HEA, book one does not.