Title: One Day Soon
Series/Standalone: Standalone
Author: A. Meredith Walters
Release Date: February 17, 2016


He found me in blood and tears.
I stayed with him through darkness and fire.
We loved each other in the moment between innocence and bitter truth.
We were the kids easily ignored, who grew into adults we hardly knew.
We weren’t meant to last forever. And we didn’t.
He ran away.
I tried to move on.
Yet I never stopped thinking about the boy who had fought to keep me alive in a world that would have swallowed me whole. He was the past that I buried, but never forgot.
Until the day I found him again, years after believing I had lost him forever.
And in cold, resentful eyes, I saw the heart of the man who had been everything when I had nothing at all. So I vowed to hold onto the second chance that was stolen from the children we had been.
Sometimes fate is ugly. Life can be twisted.
And who we are can be ruined by who we once were.
For two people who had survived so much, we would have to learn how to hold on before we were forced to let go.
 So... I finished this book yesterday, and to be honest, I haven't been able to write a cohesive, articulate review of my thoughts and feelings. 

This was a doozy of a read. 

It screamed and punched the reader with emotion so raw and brutal, it's left me completely winded. I went to bed early last night, because I was EXHAUSTED—physically, emotionally, One Day Soon took it all. It's without a doubt a memorable read, one that had me so sad and so broken, I had to read it slowly. I had to take breaks just to breathe. Truly, I didn't know if I was going to make it through the emotional whipping these pages provided. With each turn, I felt as though a hurricane was being unleashed inside me. 

It's ... It's hard to describe. 

That said, I'm going to leave you with my Goodreads review. It's short, but it's my IMMEDIATE feelings after I finished reading this WHOA book. 



I'm going to go drown myself in sugar and coffee, grab a fluffy blanket, snuggle into my husband, and just try to soothe myself.

**talks to self** "You're okay, Angie. It's going to be okay. It's all okay. You're fine. Life is fine. Everything's fine. Just breathe, nice soothing breaths... that's it. Let the tears fade. Let it all go..." Bwahahahahahaha. 


To be honest, my first thought: you don't know what angst is until you've read this book. 

I felt so much dread and pain and hurt and despair. 
I felt suffocated by this story. It literally stole my ability to breathe.
I kept having to take emotional breaks. 
I felt sick.
I felt distraught.
I felt overwhelmed.
I felt PAIN.
It was heavy—very intense, very heavy. 

I don't even know what I feel right now, except relief that I made it through this turbulent ride.
I'm emotionally worn out. 

I'm pretty sure this is the angstiest story I have ever read. I mean, I know it is. 
I cried buckets of tears.

There's too many thoughts going on inside me. Too many emotions swirling. I need to try to calm down. I'm pretty sure my blood pressure is SKY HIGH. 

But I will say this... 

What a painful story! This hurt so much. So so so so so much. 
There were many twists and turns. 
It felt very real to me.
The sad, heart wrenching mess these characters were in was NOT glossed over. 
This author can write, she delivered a very complicated, very gritty, very tumultuous and dark read that will strip your heart into ribbons of blood. 


Angie's Rating:

One Day Soon is hard to read. Alternating between the present day and flashing back to 15 years earlier, we're brought full circle from where Yossarian Frazier and Imogen Connor met to where their paths have unexpectedly crossed again. I'm not sure what's more heartbreaking, the glimpse into their teenage lives as desperate, homeless runaways, or seeing how broken they each are as adults, separated by time and deplorable, unfathomable circumstances. Prepare yourself. This story is hard to read.

A. Meredith Walters is notorious for tackling the tough subjects honestly and memorably. But she does so by weaving profound love stories through the darkness, the painful, the ugliest sides of humanity, subsequently delivering poignant works of fiction that feel authentic and important. That has never been more true than with One Day Soon. This is a book that forces the reader to reexamine our own humanity.  It forced me to face head on all the ugly things I really don't want to see, and more importantly, ask myself why.  It's easier to pretend the ugly things don't exist, that people can't be this desperate, that they'd be so alone that they'd do what they do to stay alive.  Walters insists we stop being spectators and demands we fall in love with her characters so she can break our hearts with their reality.

This story caused a visceral reaction in me, tight squeezes of my heart, repeated kicks to the gut. There's something in me that always rebels against the idea of romance developing in the sort of circumstances Yossarian Frazier and Imogen Connor find themselves in. While I've never read a story quite like this one, I have read a few others with similar backdrops and I have consistently felt the same way. Like a romance set on the streets is somehow tainted by all of the illicit activities, the grime, the dirt, the sin, the struggle that exists there. But Walters demonstrates here, with One Day Soon, that love is love, regardless of time or circumstance or how messy and painful it may be. The dirt and grime and degradation of the streets is a stark contrast to the purity and beauty of the exquisite love story that transpires within these pages and Walters executes that truth painfully and perfectly.

One Day Soon is both hopeful and hopeless, beautiful and despicable. I struggle with calling this a feel-good romance because the only thing that feels good about it is the second chance that rises from the ashes, even if that second chance seems doomed from the start. This story is brilliant and wholly unforgettable, but the melancholy, the desolation between these pages far outweighs the sweetness and joy. This is a story of finding the silver lining, the good amidst all the terrible. And that terrible, there is a lot of it. The love story of Yossarian Frazier and Imogen Connor is grim and it's plagued with the kind of sadness and tragedy and filth that is impossible to let go of, no matter how pure and right and deep their love is. This is a gritty story. It's raw and it hurts and it's somehow beautiful in all of that ugliness. It hurts to read yet it does, somehow, some way, feel good and perfect. This is the kind of story you'll remember for all the reasons you wish you could forget it. I wish I could erase some of the heartbreaking images from my mind and keep the good times, the happy moments in the forefront. It's just not that kind of book. This isn't a pretty story. But somehow it's still beautiful.

Jessica's Rating:

“Maybe I should tell you a story. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that. You always liked when I made up dumb stuff to get you to smile.” I chuckled. “The more improbable the better, right? So let me think of something completely unrealistic.”

I sniffled, wiping my wet cheeks. I hadn’t realized I was crying.

“Once upon a time there was a sad, lonely boy who was actually a forgotten prince. No one knew that he was rich and powerful and had a family that was searching for him.” I smiled sadly, wishing, more than anything, that this particular story had been true.

“One day he met a girl who swore that she would help him get back home to the castle. They fell in love. The prince wanted her to come back to the castle with him so they could live there together. They fought dragons and defeated ogres. They ran from witches and swam through oceans. And finally they found the castle. The prince’s family welcomed him home and he married his princess. And they lived happily ever after.”

I rested my forehead on the back of his hand, hating how cold his skin was. “You always loved your fairytales,” I mused, wishing he had been able to find his.

The hand in mine stirred and I bolted upright. Yoss’s face was contorted in pain, his eyes fluttering.

I got to my feet and reached for the call button so I could alert the nurse that something was wrong.

Then he let out a breath and his eyes opened. They were clouded and confused as they darted around the room, taking everything in.

I was rooted to the spot, not moving. He frowned and then winced when he tried to sit up.

“Uh, you shouldn’t do that. Take it easy,” I instructed, my voice shaking.

Then the wild, green eyes found me. There was no immediate recognition and I felt the crushing weight of disappointment.

He doesn’t know who I am.

His eyes were cold. So cold. Dead. He groaned as he lifted his hand to his face, touching the bandaged skin.

“Let me call the nurse. Your doctor will want to see you now that you’re awake—”

“Where am I?” he asked, his voice rough and hard.

It was a voice I had heard a million times in my dreams.

A voice I never thought I’d hear again. Not in real life.

“You’re at Lupton Memorial Hospital. You were brought in last night.” I didn’t give him any more details. I wasn’t sure he was ready for all that. He had just gained consciousness after all.

“The hospital,” he repeated. He struggled to sit up and hissed in pain at the effort.

“Seriously, you should wait and let me call the nurse—”

His eyes flashed in my direction and the cloud of confusion lifted as he speared me with a look that I felt in my bones.


His eyes widened and his mouth parted in disbelief.

I wanted to say something—anything—but my tongue felt frozen behind my teeth.

Yoss shook his head and closed his eyes. He let out a noise that sounded a lot like a sob and my heart knew the sound of pain when it heard it.

When he opened his eyes again, they were wet. Long, dark lashes spikey with tears that refused to fall.

A hundred memories arched between us. A thousand words spoken softly in the dark.

A dozen promises never kept.

His lips curved upwards into the shadow of a smile that I remembered and loved so much.

“Imi,” he whispered.

I nodded, still otherwise paralyzed.

“Imi,” he said again, a tear traveled the length of his cheek and dripped off his chin.

“It’s me, Yoss,” I said finally, forcing myself to speak.

Our eyes met. They held.

They clung and they devastated.

Fifteen years had passed but none of that mattered.

In that instant we were kids again. Remembering a time when, to each other, we were everything.

The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Contemporary and Paranormal romance including The Find You in the Dark and Bad Rep series as well as the upcoming stand alone romance, Reclaiming the Sand, and a dark new adult series for Gallery Books.

A. Meredith spent ten years as a counselor for at risk teens and children. First working at a Domestic Violence/Sexual Assault program and then later a program for children with severe emotional and mental health issues. Her former clients and their stories continue to influence every aspect of her writing.

When not writing (or being tortured with all manner of beauty products at the hand of her very imaginative and extremely girly daughter), she is eating chocolate, watching reality television that could rot your brain and reading a smutty novel or two.

A. Meredith is represented by Michelle Johnson with the Inklings Literary Agency.


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