Malcolm's Sun

By Cheryl McIntyre

Alysun
It took one summer.
One summer to fall in love with him.
One summer for him to break my heart.
Malcolm McDonnell was my everything for one perfect summer.
Before he disappeared without a word.
Now, four years later, he’s back.

Malcolm
I have one night.
One night to make her remember why she loved me.
One night to prove I’ll never hurt her again.
Alysun Caswell was my sun, my light—my everything.
And then I left her.
Now, four years later, I have one night to convince her to give me a second chance...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cheryl McIntyre
• Release date: Nov 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370990849

Cheryl McIntyre

Cheryl McIntyre is the author of the bestselling Sometimes Never series, as well as the Dirty series, Infinitely, Dark Calling, HARD, Villain, and Love Sex & Other Games. She resides in Ohio with her high school sweetheart, their two sons, one daughter, and one fur son.FIND CHERYLFacebook:https://www.facebook.com/CherylMcIntyreauthorCheryl’s Blackbirds:https://www.facebook.com/groups/1006715782777752/Twitter:https://twitter.com/CherylHMcIntyreGoodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6431156.Cheryl_McIntyreAmazon:https://amzn.to/2HudaD9BookBub:https://www.bookbub.com/authors/cheryl-mcintyreInstagram:https://www.instagram.com/cherylmcintyreauthor/Pinterest:https://www.pinterest.com/chm22480/Book+Main Bites Romance:https://bookandmainbites.com/CherylMcIntyreNewsletter:http://bit.ly/1C2azm3BOOKS BY CHERYL:New Adult Romance:~Sometimes Never~Blackbird (A Sometimes Never novella)~Before Now~Long After~Always Forever~Let It Be (A Sometimes Never novella)~Sometimes Never: The Series Box SetAdult Romance:~HardNew Adult Suspenseful Romance:~InfinitelyAdult Suspenseful Romance:~Getting Dirty (Dirty 1)~Playing Dirty (Dirty 2)~Talking Dirty (Dirty 3)~Fighting Dirty (Dirty 4)~Staying Dirty (Dirty 5)~Dirty: The Five-Part Serial Bundle~Grit: A Dirty SequelYoung Adult Paranormal Romance:~Dark Calling (Dark Calling 1)Adult Urban Fantasy:~VillainRomantic Comedy:~Love Sex & Other Games

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Malcolm’s Sun

By Cheryl McIntyre

Malcolm’s Sun

Cheryl McIntyre

2018

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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real persons, events, or places are used fictitiously. The characters are the work of the authors’ imaginations, and any resemblance to persons living or deceased, events, or locales are coincidental.

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Edited by Dawn McIntyre-Decker and Kristy deBoer

Cover photo by Shutterstock

2018

Table of Contents

Preface

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Epilogue

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Malcolm’s Sun

PREFACE

now

Alysun

My stomach churns with nerves. I’m so anxious, I honestly think I might vomit right here, right now, all over my dress. I really like this dress.

As Margo’s maid-of-honor, I’m supposed to be the calm one. And I was. Right up until thirty seconds ago when I heard two little words uttered by my best friend. Margo looked up from her cell phone, her expression already worried. He’s here, she said.

So now, I’m a stressed-out knot of tension.

Sunny…? Margo ducks her head, trying to read my face. Honey, you haven’t blinked or spoken or breathed for like a whole minute. I know that doesn’t sound long, but watching it—it’s creepy. You’re freaking me out.

I gasp, filling my lungs with too much air. Oh, that’s better.

I’m fine, I say, my voice hardly shaking. Progress. Someone who doesn’t know me well might even believe it. But Margo knows me. Most of the time better than I know myself.

Okay, deep breaths, she instructs calmly. Do you need a paper bag? A trash can? A shot of liquor?

Yes, I squeak. All of the above sound excellent right about now. Especially the liquor.

Maybe if I’m drunk as a skunk, I won’t want to punch my ex in his beautiful, stupid face.

A shot glass and a champagne flute are suddenly in my face. Here, Margo instructs as she pushes a trashcan beside me with her foot, drink.

I do, downing the shot, which burns a trail to my stomach, before chasing it with the full glass of sweet champagne. The bubbles burn too, but in a much more pleasant way.

Better?

I hold a finger up, grabbing the bottle to refill my glass.

He’s just a guy.

I blink at her statement. She and I both know Malcolm McDonnell is not just a guy. He was my first love.

Then he left me like I meant