Alex Thompson's life is following the script. A pre-law student at Columbia University, she's focused on her grades, her life and her future. The last thing she needs is to reconnect with the boy who broke her heart.
Dylan Paris comes home from Afghanistan severely injured and knows that the one thing he cannot do is drag Alex into the mess he's made of his life.
When Dylan and Alex are assigned to the same work study program and are forced to work side by side, they have to make new ground rules to keep from killing each other.
The only problem is, they keep breaking the rules.
The first rule is to never, ever talk about how they fell in love.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralJust Remember to Breathe has been my bestselling novel. The English edition has sold 39,000 copies and has 478 reviews on Amazon (average 4.5 stars). The German edition (Vergiss nicht zu Atmen) has sold 44,000 copies and spent nearly a month at the number 2 spot on Amazon.de. It continues to be a strong seller on Amazon, eBook.de, Thalia and Hugendubel. The existing Spanish edition has not done well on Amazon, but is increasingly picking up a lot of sales on Google Play.
Total revenue from this title since publication in August 2012 (including translations) has been $159,700. I'm hoping to have this book translated into a published in as many languages as possible.
Suddenly he screamed, “Fuck!” and slammed his fist into the metal grating of the store we stood next to. He let out a howl, a real, literal howl, and slammed his fist into the metal grate again. Then he did it again, and again, shouting, “Fuck!” every time he slammed his fist into the wall.
The rage just left me, because the last time he hit the wall, blood splattered against it. I started crying, really hard, because he was hurting himself, he was really hurting himself.
“Dylan,” I whispered. “Stop.”
He didn’t even hear me. So I did the only thing I could think of. I put my arms around him, right around his chest, and buried my face against his back, and I cried out, as loud as I could, “Dylan, please stop! Please don’t hurt yourself! I love you!”
He stopped, and stiffened in my arms. I sobbed against his back. Abruptly, he turned in my arms and wrapped me in his, his muscles holding me so tight I almost couldn’t breathe.
Both of us were crying, and I started to say, “I’m sorry,” and he said, “I didn’t know. Oh, my God, I’m so sorry, Alex.”
He started to sob, real howls of pain, and he somehow punched out the words, “That was the day Kowalski threw himself on the grenade, Alex. I was crazy out of my mind when I called you.” His voice dropped to a whisper, and he said, “You were drunk, and I needed you so bad.”
I cried even harder, and tried to curl against him even tighter, and said, “I’m so sorry, Dylan. I didn’t know. I didn’t know.”
“I never stopped loving you,” he whispered. “Not even for a second. Even when I hated you.”
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French
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Translated by Veronika Sinagra
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Author review: Veronika was wonderful to work with. She worked rapidly and accurately, and checked in with me about key questions and concerns. She discovered inconsistencies in the original English manuscript, and has gathered a group of bloggers to send the book to! Would love to work with her again. |
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German
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Already translated.
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Antonia Mariani
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Author review: Antonia is a fantastic translator, who quickly turned out top-notch work. She asked the questions she needed to when something was unclear, and thanks to her this title hit the top 100 on Amazon.IT. Thanks so much! |
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
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Russian
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