by Candy-Ann Little
Published September 14, 2012 by Kingdom Kastle Publishing
Contemporary Inspirational Romance
Heat Level: Sensual
Word Count: 100,000
As Megan Black tries to outrun the memories of her past, she soon learns that you can't run away from trouble. Can she find peace in God and faith to choose the right path? Or will chasing ghosts cause an unforgiving heart that only leads to destruction?
About the Author:
Candy-Ann Little grew up in a small town in
She now resides in Michigan
with her husband and two adult kids. When she’s not busy writing she enjoys
helping with church activities - especially working with children - reading,
cooking and baking.
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Megan’s heart burst into tiny fragments. The dark clouds loomed overhead, as if mocking her. The gray, dreary day seemed an indication of her mood. The bright balloons waving solemnly in the wind looked out of place against the field of gray stones. The silver Mylar balloon with ‘Happy Birthday’ inscribed in bold letters further aggravated her misery. It reminded her of the birthdays missed. The parties never thrown, gifts that wouldn’t be unwrapped, cake not eaten - but mostly the absence of a candle marking another year.
“I miss you.” She laid a hand against the cold marble, the chill sinking deep into her soul. A shiver raced through her body, as the wind whipped her long blonde hair around her face.
Tears flowed, coursing a path down her cheeks, making her blue eyes red-rimmed and dim. The grief was so heavy it felt like a rock sitting on top of her heart. The pain and memories floated to the surface. “I’m not strong enough to handle this.” Closing her eyes, Megan tried pushing back the memories. Rubbing her pounding head, as if physically trying to force the doubts back into the dark recess of her mind. Back where they belonged, back where she could control them.
Her breathing became more erratic, each breath harder to take. Her heart thudded louder than the thunder rolling in the sky. The gray shadows slowly turned into a black abyss. She inhaled a few short breaths, as raindrops pelted her face.
“Not again,” she wheezed. Why did she always have a panic attack when she tried to remember? It had been a year and she still couldn’t face the ghosts of her past. She wanted to scream at God. To ask where He had been in all of this turmoil? But right now it took every ounce of concentration to breathe normally.
The sky threatened to open, pouring wet misery and drenching all hope. She had to get to the car and make it home before the storm, but her legs wouldn’t move. And then the rain started, a gentle caress that chilled the back of her neck.
The steady tattoo of raindrops beating against the headstone kept perfect time with her heartbeat. The pain slowly crept up, drowning her soul. “I have to leave,” she sobbed. “I can’t live with the memories anymore.”