If you have read a Clarissa Wild book before you know that your in for a shock at some point and this one delivers.

You can not help but to fall in love with Lilian and Hanson, their precious daughter Daisy. This is a story of love and how far your willing to go for that love. We get the story from both other their points of view and we get the past and the present. I had to know what was going on with Lilian and Hanson. This is more the size of a novella and I absolutely devoured it. The Hanged man is a darkish romance from Clarissa Wild. And there's a secret I have to tell.But everything has it's price. She hates me, but that wont stop me from hunting after her. Now I'm out and I want her back, no matter the cost. That's only a few of the names people call me, and all of them are true. I received a copy of this book from the publisher/author to review for Stephanie's Book Reports.Ĭriminal. I made the ultimate sacrifice for my little girl.įor a man I couldn’t stop loving even when that same love ripped her away from me. But it was the only choice I could make, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I had to.Ĭircumstances brought me here, and I accept that wholeheartedly. That I’d end up sacrificing precious time I could’ve spent with her. Nothing but sleep, eat, work, and wait.īut I knew the consequence when I did what I did. There’s no choice to make, no autonomy whatsoever.

This is how it always goes … here in prison. They’ll read the contents and decide whether it’s suitable to send. Smiling, I read over the words again before my letter and those of all the other women next to me are taken by the guard as she passes us. I know you’ll do great out there in the world. As much as I want to, I can’t be with you right now. I’ve told your auntie Dana to hold onto the letters I send her until I get the chance to hand them to you myself. You’ll probably never read this letter, but I want you to know that at least I tried. Advice is best not taken for granted, so I pick up the pencil and rub my lips together. “You don’t get much time, y’know,” she adds, shrugging. I look up from my paper and gaze blankly ahead. “Are you gonna start or what?” the woman across the shoddy table says while glaring at me. Something familiar and loving, so she’ll know how much I care. There are so many things I want to say, so much I have to explain, but none of the words in my head will suffice. Biting my lip, I stare wistfully at the sheet, wondering what I should write. I grab one of the dull pencils from the tray and a piece of paper from the stack and place it down in front of me.

Cards of Love by Clarissa Wild