Unforgiving Ghosts
by Candy-Ann Little
Published
September 14, 2012 by Kingdom Kastle
Publishing
Contemporary Inspirational Romance
Heat Level: Sensual
Word Count: 100,000
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Blurb:
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 Ohio .
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.
Visit Candy-Ann online at:
Blog/Site - http://candylittle.wordpress.com/
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Excerpt
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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.”
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Candy Little