Blurb:
Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression,
Acceptance...
When facing death a mourning period is to be expected. But what if it's
not a person but a relationship that dies? Grace and her boyfriend Jon have
been together for three years. They live together and have shared many
beautiful memories. Those memories are what keep Grace from admitting Jon
has changed and is no longer the man she fell in love with.
Afraid of being alone and holding on to something that no longer exists
Grace is a shadow of her former self. Her daily objective is to hide her
pain from the world. Then, an unexpected letter sets off a whirlwind of
potential life changes. In life sometimes the hardest thing to do is let go.
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Excerpt:
I go to my room to get the sunscreen and take off my
shirt. Once back in the kitchen I ask Ryan if he will help
me get my back. He gives me a cheeky grin, motioning with
his finger for me to turn around. Ryan starts with my
shoulders, almost massaging them as he moves to the back
of my neck. I have to control myself from dipping my head
back onto him as his long fingers work the lotion in. Ryan
squeezes more lotion into his hands before rubbing my
arms. My eyes are closed as his hands are on me, but when
I open them he is standing right in front of me, holding
out the bottle.
I blush
when he says, "You should probably do your front and legs."
Yes, that
is a good idea, I think, taking the bottle from him to
finish up before putting my shirt back on. Per his
recommendation, I am wearing simple sneakers.
"Should I
bring anything?"
"Nope. I've
got it covered."
Kate tells
us to have fun, winking at me, and asks if we will be home
by dinner. Ryan says he wouldn’t dream of eating anywhere
else, which makes Kate happy. As we walk up to his Wrangler,
I grin when I see two kayaks on his roof. I have always
wanted to try this.
"So where
are you taking me?"
"Someplace
wet," Ryan laughs.
"Silly
Kiwi."
"Hey, well
done!"
"I thought
you were crazy when you said it," I admit.
We’ve been
in the car sometime before I groan "I forgot my sunglasses."
"Not a
problem" Ryan says, reaching to the floor board behind me
and producing a worn looking baseball cap and hands it to
me.
I flip the
visor mirror open and put it on, pulling my pony tail
through the opening in the back. The hat is huge on me.
"Is it okay
if I adjust it?" Jon had gotten angry at me once when I had
done that to one of his hats without asking first.
Ryan gives
me a strange look and nods.
The hat has
a strap you can use to tighten it with on the back. I make
it as small as I can. It is still a bit big on me but will
work. Once I have my hair pulled through, I turn to Ryan and
smile. He laughs, pushing the bill down so I can’t see him
anymore.
"Hey!" As
much as I protest, I have to admit I am drawn to Ryan. Why
does that make me feel so guilty?
About the author:
Carey Heywood lives in Richmond Va with her
husband, three children and nine pound attack Yorkie.
Unabashedly silly, she spends her free time bonding with candy
loving strangers on Twitter. Right now she is probably eating
Swedish fish.
About the author:
Carey Heywood lives in Richmond Va with her
husband, three children and nine pound attack Yorkie.
Unabashedly silly, she spends her free time bonding with candy
loving strangers on Twitter. Right now she is probably eating
Swedish fish.
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