Bring the War Home! The Black Liberation Army and the Weather Undergroud

Two Lives. One Hour. A Lifetime Consequence. I Believe In Choice, Not Fate. I Chose To Nurse A Broken Heart At The Kitschy Country Bar That Night. I Chose To Let Isaac Cordova Buy Me A Drink. I Chose To Spend One Hour With A Near Stranger In An Attempt To Soothe My Pain. No Last Names, No Details About Our Lives, Just One Hour Where I Was Allowed To Forget, And Then We Would Never See Each Other Again. But Was It A Choice When I Ran Into Him Five Years Later? I Needed Help, And He Was The Only Person Equipped To Give It. Our Instant Attraction Doesn¿t Feel Like Much Of A Choice Either, But It Doesn't Matter. Everything Has Changed. Now My Choices Impact Other People.and What Will I Choose? Do I Keep Isaac Out?do I Dare To Let Him In? "Sometimes broken hearts need whiskey. Sometimes they need music. Other times, only a night with a stranger will soothe the pain. On the night Isaac and I met, we tried all three. When it was over, we went our separate ways. We planned to never see each other again, but I should really know by now that plans don't work out the way they're supposed to. It has been four years since that night, and it's a bizarre twist of fate that lands me in need of help only Isaac can give. I don't want to be attracted to him, but I am. I don't want my heart to skip a beat when it sees him, but it does. And I really don't want him to look at me that way, but he won't stop. Because things aren't like they were four years ago. And this time? We don't have the option of parting ways when the sun comes up"--Amazon.com