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A Place Without You, an all-new emotional New Adult romance from Jewel E. Ann, is available now!


The Law of Henna and Bodhi:

When love breaks, fall inward, fall together, and fall hard. Then let time pick up the pieces.

Everything feels temporary when you’ve experienced tragedy—until Henna Lane meets Bodhi at a music festival.

Young and spontaneous, they have a lust for seizing the moment, falling hard and fast.

When Bodhi is forced to leave without a goodbye, Henna thinks she’ll never get over him. But then she meets Mr. Malone, her sexy, new guidance counselor.

They are reckless.

They are forbidden.

When their secret is discovered, Henna has to choose between finishing school—banned from seeing Mr. Malone—or dropping out to follow her nomad dreams.

Henna chooses her dreams.

Over time, she learns that life is not a destination or a journey, some things are more than temporary, and the forbidden can never be ignored. But if she returns for him, will he still be hers?

A Place Without You is an emotional story of young love, shattered dreams, and impossible decisions.


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“Fate is nothing more than another word for happiness. We’re more than fate. We sound like something undeniable–Romeo and Juliet, Johnny and June, Beyonce and Jay Z…Henna and Bodhi.”

“I’m not living. You told me to live. I’m dying. I’ve been dying every day since the accident.” Except for Bohdi. With Bohdi, I live. I breathe. I dream. I imagine. I’m limitless with him.”

“The Law of Henna and Bohdi: When love breaks, fall inward, fall together, and fall hard. Then let time pick up the pieces.”

“Love is not a rational emotion. It jumps out of planes and dives off cliffs. It leaves a permanent mark on everything it touches.”

“I want him to want me. Like the epic kind of love where he comes for me. The kind where he doesn’t take no for an answer. The kind that involves begging and groveling. I want him to chase me. Need me. I want him to hold me in his arms the way I’ve held him in my heart.”

A Place Without You was one of my most anticipated reads and let me tell you it does not disappoint! I mean, what a way to kick off 2019, than with a book that totally knocks your socks off and takes your heart for one heck of a ride. This book was everything and then some. It was more than I ever anticipated and gave me more feels than my poor heart can possibly handle.

A Place Without You is an epic and unforgettable love story. It is a story of young love and discovery. It is a story of pain and heartache. It is life changing and consuming. The writing is addictive and will leave you hanging on every word. So much heart and emotion went into this story, you can literally feel the emotions bursting from the pages. For me, A Place Without You is the kind of story you want to devour, yet find yourself wanting to savor every last word so that the story doesn’t have to end.

Bodhi and Henna are unlike any characters I’ve ever met. Their connection was instant, yet filled with such ease. They were truly like magnets. A force to be reckoned with. They were destined to be in each other lives, no matter what life threw at them. I picture Henna as this young bohemian girl, with her whole life ahead of her. Just living in the moment and unafraid to take chances. She was the definition of free. She was everything the Bodhi needed, but felt like he didn’t deserve. You see, Bodhi made a lot of mistakes in his life and let his guilt dictate his every move. Being with Henna was like a dream come true. A chance at happiness and love. Henna saved Bodhi even when he didn’t know he needed saving.

The road to HEA wasn’t an easy one at all for these two characters. Life threw a lot of obstacles their way, giving them an unforgettable love and then snatching it away. Their love was forbidden, Yet it was real and pure. It was beautiful and heartbreaking. It was the kind of love everyone wants and that is worth fighting for. So, yeah, their relationship wasn’t easy, but for me, it was so worth the journey.

A Place Without You is the story I never saw coming. It just consumed me and I wanted to live within the pages of Bodhi & Henna’s story. These characters are so real, so raw, so complicated and so beautifully broken. Their story is angsty. It’s romantic. It’s just everything. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll get angry. You’ll swoon one minute and have your heart broken the next. I found myself highlighting so many passages so I wouldn’t forget a single moment. Bodhi and Henna’s story took me on the most amazing journey and I know their story will be staying with for a very long time.

To sum it up, A Place Without You is everything. It’s beautiful. It’s painful. It’s a story of loss, pain and forgiveness. It’s a story of finding yourself and living the life you were always meant to have. It’s a story of first love and first everything. It’s a story of risks and chances. A story of epic and unforgettable love…..

*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review*


“Let’s eat before we leave. I’m sure there’s quite the spread downstairs.”

“Rich people breakfast?” I ask.

She furrows a brow for a few seconds. “Yes. I suppose so.” Rolling away, she swings her legs around and stands up, stretching like a cat.

“Do you eat rich people breakfast every morning?” My curiosity has been piqued.

After a long yawn, she cocks her head to the side, lips slightly twisted. “Shredded Wheat with cut-up banana and almond milk. Is that a rich person’s breakfast?”

I sit up, doing a bit of my own stretching, loving the way her gaze roams along my bare chest, her lips parting ever so slightly. “No. I think that’s a solid middle-class breakfast.”

“Middle. That’s average. Average is good, right?”

“There’s nothing average about you, Henna.” I stand, following her into the bedroom.

“I’m going to shower quickly, and by quickly I mean I need an hour. Do you have an hour?”

“To shower with you?” I try to play it cool, like I’m serious.

I’m a little serious.

The color leaves her face. “Oh, um …” She twists her fingers together, drawing her shoulders inward.

“I’m kidding.”

A little kidding.

Henna’s posture relaxes as her cheeks pink up again. “We could.” Her gaze darts around the room before landing on mine for two seconds only to wander around the room again.

“My clothes are at my hotel. I’ll shower there. I need to get going.”

A slow sigh deflates her chest as she tries on a smile that misses the confident mark by a few centimeters. “Okay.”

“But thanks for the offer.” I wink.

More color paints her cheeks, and it looks stunning on her. “I kinda sorta thought we’d have sex last night, but we didn’t, and that’s fine, but now I don’t know what comes next.”

Does that make me the world’s biggest idiot for not taking what she was planning on offering? Or does that make me a gentleman? I’ve already fucked her a hundred different ways in my head, so I’m going to shy away from the gentleman label.

“How about you put my number in your phone and I’ll call you later today? That feels like a good next, don’t you think?”

Henna nods and turns, walking toward the bedroom door. Digging through her purse, she retrieves her phone. When she pulls it out, a string of three condoms comes out with it. “Oh jeez.” Quickly snatching them off the floor, she shoves them back into her purse.

I don’t respond because I’m not sure what the correct response should be.

“I was conceived at Coachella.” She hands me her phone with the contact screen open, ready for my information.

Taking her phone, I give her an expectant look, but she withholds all elaboration.

“And by conceived, you mean physical conception, not merely an idea kind of conception?” I hand her phone back and give her mine.

“In the shadows behind a stage. I know more details than most people should actually know about the moment they were conceived.” She lifts a shoulder in a small shrug. “But Juni is my best friend. She’s the absolute coolest mom ever, and the story of how she met my dad is my favorite story ever.”

I nod as she keeps her chin tipped toward the screen to my phone. “Why is that?” I take my phone back when she holds it out to me.

“Yin Yang. Opposites. Laws of the universe.” She wears a satisfied smile. “My parents were temporary. I was permanent.” Holding out her arms, she inspects her henna tattoos as if seeing them for the first time. “My mom had henna tattoos on her body when she met my dad. Henna grows in intensity over a few days before fading to nothing. It’s magical and beautiful and then it’s gone. My parents say that about their love for each other. It grew quickly into something deep and intense, but over time it faded. Their love—like most everything in life—was temporary.”

“We’re temporary.”

Her empty stare shifts to meet my gaze and she nods. “Don’t sweat it. Everything is temporary. But today…” she walks into my chest, and my arms wrap around her as she looks up at me “…we should be at our brightest, our most intense.”

About Jewel:

Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.

With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.

After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.

When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.


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