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Becoming His
Part #1 of "His" series by Mariah Dietz
Romance / Contemporary / Chick Lit
Sometimes life’s unforeseen paths lead us to discovering sides of ourselves we never knew existed. Home has always been Ace Bosse’s place of solace, but returning home for the summer from college, she finds herself building an unexpected relationship with Max Miller, who’s recently returned home from Alaska. Max has lived next door for ten years, and she knows of his reckless reputation, and nothing more. Max realizes he never knew he had left so much behind, when he left three years ago to find what he thought he’d lost. Max teaches Ace that sometimes a little crazy is exactly what life needs, while learning that some risks are worth taking, regardless of the risks. But how do you know when you’ve met the right person? And will they be prepared to experience one of life’s biggest obstacles? Falling in love isn’t easy, but holding on to it is where the real challenge lies.
The Weight of Rain
Mariah Dietz
Romance / Contemporary / Chick Lit
One night changed my life—one that I barely remember.
When I close my eyes, my mind paints a picture of his smile and shades the contours of his hands, the deep scar around his bicep.
I’m an artist, yet my hands are unsteady. With his presence, he has unknowingly broken that something inside of me that makes me who I am.
Being around him is like standing in a rainstorm. First the drops tickle my skin, and then they coat me, refusing to be ignored. Finally, they soak into me, reaching parts of me I don’t think anyone has ever touched.
When dreams turn into reality, will the picture in my mind transfer to paper?
Losing Her
Part #2 of "His" series by Mariah Dietz
Romance / Contemporary / Chick Lit
“I loved her and she left. Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I’ll never be enough.” I’ve been thinking these words since before we even got together. Everything is new. The old no longer has a place here. Physical items are easy to replace. I'm constantly battling the ones that aren't. Every thought and memory I have is stained. By you. You weren't even there for half of them. How is she still present even though she left? I can do this. I’m going to survive losing her
