{{COVER REVEAL}} LETTING GO By BA Wolfe

Title: Letting Go (Keaton #1.5)

Author: BA Wolfe

Genre: New Adult

Release Date: September 28th, 2015

Jason Bradley is a simple, country guy thrust into a life most wouldn't consider normal. He’s dealt with his share of heartbreak and pain, and now he keeps his secrets close to his heart to avoid getting hurt again. Living the only way he knows how.

Until Cassandra Pierce crashes into his world. After a life-changing moment he never anticipated, he realizes that loving her is only the beginning.

A whirlwind of days…

Beautiful moments…

Then it all comes tumbling down, and Jason learns that the hardest part of living…of loving…is letting go.

This is Jason's story.

**Letting Go is a Full Length Companion Novel to the Keaton Series and is told in Jason's (Jase) POV **

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25667678-letting-go?ac=1

I sat in my favorite spot on the grass in front of the abandoned library, and folded Dan's latest letter into fourths before shoving it into my pocket. According to his scribbles, he'd be down this weekend, but about ten minutes ago that changed. He called and told me that he had to work. I should've known better. His visits to Keaton were few and far between. But there was no use in trying to fix things, because Dan would never let me.

Releasing a breath, I pulled out a pen from my back pocket and started the letter I owed him. In my best chicken scratch, I wrote the D, the A, and the N. The three letters were all I got out when a loud bang followed by a whoosh and constant flapping sound caused me to look up.

A car was headed straight for the tree on the other side of the street and I couldn't move fast enough, not that trying to help was really an option. There wasn't any time. The car crashed into the trunk and the screeching of metal pierced my eardrums. My heart pounded, my lungs pumped relentlessly, but the rest of me sat rooted to the grass. I glanced down at the letter, clutched in my shaking fist.

"Shit," I muttered as I looked up at the steam flowing out of the engine.

I snapped out of my daze and darted from my spot, running directly over to the car. It was in bad shape, but there was no time to investigate it. I sprinted to the driver's side and tapped on the window, not sure what to expect.

It was a girl.

Her eyes dragged from the steaming heap in front of her and met mine, slamming my heart into my chest. It was hard to focus on anything but the hazel irises staring back at me or the glimmer of water forming in the corners. Her golden hair fell over her heart-shaped face, swaying back and forth as her breathing sped up.

Beautiful.

She was breathtaking.

A streak of crimson appeared, dripping from the wound in her forehead. The frantic expression swarming her features sobered me up quickly.

“Hold still. I’m calling for help right now. You were just in an accident. Your airbag didn’t deploy, and you hit your head pretty hard. I need you to stay put,” I told her, pretending to be calm even though my heart was racing. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the accident or because this gorgeous girl was staring at me like I was her saving grace.

With a shaky hand, I fished my cell phone out and dialed 9-1-1. I told the operator what happened and our location and shoved the phone back into my pocket, returning my focus back to the girl, her hands trembling. The tears covering her face were killing me and I ached to comfort her.

“I know you’re scared, sweetheart, but help is on the way.” I wasn't sure my words would keep her calm. I just didn’t know what else to tell her. I glanced at the banged up tree and it wasn't two seconds later, another loud noise drew my attention away.

I twisted my neck and saw the girl furiously pounding against the window, using all of her energy to fight her way out of the car.

Damn it! She might hurt herself more if she kept that up.

“I need you to calm down. You’re going to be okay. The cops are going to help get you out.” Where in the hell were they? The town wasn’t that big. They should have been here already.

“NO! I need out of here. I need out now!” she yelled, like it wasn't up for negotiation.

This chick was determined and between her sobbing pleas and the blood on her forehead, I was about to lose it if she didn’t get out soon, too. I pulled on the door handle, but there was no luck. It was locked. I ran to the other side, trying to hustle before she kicked her way out. But it was locked too.

Of course.

I looked down and motioned with my finger for her to unlock the door. Two beats later, the door was free and opened.

Thank God.

I exhaled a breath of relief and knelt down, crouching into the car. “Hi there,” I said in the calmest voice I could manage.

I was too stunned to say anything else. Traces of something floral wafted from the car, curling around me. The absence of glass between us magnified her beauty and took my breath away—mesmerizing hazel eyes that hadn't left mine, blonde hair swept across her shoulders, and finally a cherry-red, heart-shaped mouth. I didn’t even have to try to smile at her, my lips curved up on their own. I couldn’t help but take the rest of her in.

She had to be a city girl. There was no way she was from around here, because I'd for sure remember a face like hers.

B.A. Wolfe is a girl with a passion for reading and writing, and lives in the good old state of Colorado with her husband (her biggest cheerleader), and her two crazy min pin fur babies. These days, her life is anything but calm, and there isn't one thing she'd want to change. B.A. spends all her free time either furiously typing stories on her laptop or happily reading through her endless TBR on her Kindle. Her list of favorites would be long enough to fill a book, but most would likely fall under the romance category. She is a sucker for a good love story that makes her cry, and an amazing book boyfriend who will melt her heart.