{"id":252008,"date":"2026-07-13T01:41:10","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:41:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/anything-everything-bekah-overbey\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:41:10","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:41:10","slug":"anything-everything-bekah-overbey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/anything-everything-bekah-overbey\/","title":{"rendered":"Anything Everything – Bekah Overbey"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Honestly? Robbie suffers by comparison. I try to make my lips tip back up at Robbie, but yes, I am overwhelmed. I\u2019m jetlagged and high-strung and even though I grew up in a nice house in a nice neighborhood with nice things, there is a world of difference between being affluent in the United States and an actual peer of the realm in England. I\u2019m saved from replying when Will opens the door for me, extending his hand in such a classic display of chivalry that I think\u2014 It\u2019s happened.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m in the time loop. I am Elizabeth Bennet, and my very own Mr. Darcy is holding out his hand to me. If he does the hand flex, I will not survive it. \u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d he whispers, tugging me next to him as I step down. \u201cI\u2019m not worried,\u201d I lie. The way he lifts his eyebrows tells me he knows it, too. \u201cRobs,\u201d he calls over his shoulder. \u201cYou\u2019ll help Giles get the luggage and help Lexi down?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m pregnant, not impaired,\u201d Lexi grumbles from inside the car. \u201cSure. You go on ahead. I know everyone\u2019s eager to meet their new duchess.\u201d Robbie winks at me, and I stumble over my feet. Duchess. Mrs. Lemur. Same thing. \u201cYou\u2019re doing great,\u201d Will murmurs, because of course he\u2019s disrespectful enough to see through my bravado. \u201cI\u2019m always great,\u201d I snap. Maybe I should have eaten the in-flight meal. I don\u2019t know what time it is here\u2014a million o\u2019clock probably, based on how long this day has been\u2014 but I\u2019m feeling edgy and my stomach is growling and I think maybe time travel makes you hungry.<\/p>\n

His lips don\u2019t move, but there\u2019s a smile in Will\u2019s gunmetal gray eyes, and I have to remind myself not to get lost in them. They look just like the brooding skies over Northumberland, and I have no idea how I\u2019m going to endure the next month. I force myself to tear my eyes away, but as soon as I do, I know it\u2019s a mistake.<\/p>\n

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Anything, Everything is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Anything, Everything Copyright \u00a9 2025 Rebekah Overbey All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotation marks in a book review.<\/p>\n

Any use of this product to \u201ctrain\u201d generative artificial intelligence (AI) technologies is expressly prohibited. First edition July 2025 1kitap1.com\/en This one\u2019s for you, Daddy. I love you. 1kitap1.com\/en AUTHOR’S NOTE READING IS AN act of empathy. It\u2019s feeling someone else\u2019s heart thrashing against your ribcage. It\u2019s letting your life smudge and fade at the edges as you tumble willingly into someone else\u2019s.<\/p>\n

Which makes reading love stories a bit like falling in love. And we crave love stories because, in a very real way, it\u2019s what we\u2019re made for\u2014 To love and be loved. We ache for this. We burn for it. But the love stories will only take us so far. They\u2019re only an echo and a shadow. They\u2019re proof and promise of something real, but love stories can never give us what our hearts burn for.<\/p>\n

They\u2019ll never satisfy that hollow, incessant aching in our souls. There\u2019s only one story in the world that can do that. It\u2019s the story of a sovereign God who loved a broken people enough to die for them. Enough to conquer death and come back to life for them. Enough to draw us close and whisper, over and over, I\u2019ve called you by name and you\u2019re mine. You\u2019re precious and honored and I love you {Isaiah 43}. And that is the truth about love stories.<\/p>\n

They\u2019re meant to point us to the incandescent, all-consuming love of Jesus.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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