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Rivers Sullivan bears both visible and invisible scars—those on her shoulder from a bullet wound and those on her heart from the loss of her fiancé during the same brutal attack. Not even her background as an art therapist can help her regain her faith in humanity. Still, she scrapes together the courage to travel to St. Simons Island to see the beach cottage and art gallery she’s inherited from her fiancé. When she stumbles upon recovering addicts running her gallery, she’s forced to reckon with her own healing.
After the tragic drowning of his cousin, James Cooper Knight spends his days trying to make up for his past mistakes. He not only dedicates his life to addiction counseling, but guilt drives him to the water, searching for others who’ve been caught unaware of the quickly rising tides of St. Simons. When he rescues a peculiar blond woman and her sketch pad from a sandbar, then delivers this same woman to his deceased grandmother’s properties, he knows things are about to get even more complicated. |
Tragic circumstances draw Cooper and Rivers closer, but they fight their growing feelings. Though Cooper’s been sober for years, Rivers can’t imagine trusting her heart to someone in recovery, and he knows a relationship with her will only rip his family further apart. Distrust and guilt are only the first roadblocks they must overcome if they take a chance on love.
Christian Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 299 Pages
June 30th 2019 by Southern Sun Press LLC
Paperback & ebook, 299 Pages
June 30th 2019 by Southern Sun Press LLC
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Also available through KindleUnlimited.
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Excerpt
Once she’d rested and then cleaned out a closet, Rivers eyed the old brown envelope on the table. She’d been avoiding the emotional landmines that possibly waited in their yellowed pages, but something told her she should wade on in. As if the past held a key to a locked door.
With hesitant fingers, she opened the letters addressed to Brooklyn and Pearl’s mother.
Dear Stella,
You and your wealthy daddy don’t understand the way I came up. It was hard times, most nights nothing but cornbread for supper and a beating with a belt. Sleeping with the cold wind blowing through the cracks in our shotgun house.
I work hard every day and in the evenings, too, keeping you and the girls well fed and dressed nice. So, I have some drinks at the club. You knew that when we met. Why do you keep hounding me? Drinking helps me relax before a performance.
It’s not like you’ve never had a sip of wine. Stop being a baby.
Come back to Savannah and act like a wife.
Frank
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Stella,
You wanted to get married. You decided we’d have kids even though you knew I played the clubs at night. Now, you have the twins—women have children every day. It’s not like you’re in a shack in the country. Don’t play the martyr.
Frank
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Dear Stella,
I heard our sweet Pearl was in the hospital. I didn’t realize how sick she was. Can you please forgive me? I promise I’ll help. I’ll stop drinking. I can stop for you and the girls. This time will be different, I promise.
Love always,
Frank
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Stella,
You keep telling me I have a problem, but I’m nothing like my daddy. It’s not my fault that blond came onto me. I didn’t go after her, and things weren’t what they looked like. Yes, she kissed me, but that was all.
You always blame me. You’re always looking for something to be angry about. It’s no wonder I have to drink. You push me too hard.
Frank
With hesitant fingers, she opened the letters addressed to Brooklyn and Pearl’s mother.
Dear Stella,
You and your wealthy daddy don’t understand the way I came up. It was hard times, most nights nothing but cornbread for supper and a beating with a belt. Sleeping with the cold wind blowing through the cracks in our shotgun house.
I work hard every day and in the evenings, too, keeping you and the girls well fed and dressed nice. So, I have some drinks at the club. You knew that when we met. Why do you keep hounding me? Drinking helps me relax before a performance.
It’s not like you’ve never had a sip of wine. Stop being a baby.
Come back to Savannah and act like a wife.
Frank
~~~
Stella,
You wanted to get married. You decided we’d have kids even though you knew I played the clubs at night. Now, you have the twins—women have children every day. It’s not like you’re in a shack in the country. Don’t play the martyr.
Frank
~~~
Dear Stella,
I heard our sweet Pearl was in the hospital. I didn’t realize how sick she was. Can you please forgive me? I promise I’ll help. I’ll stop drinking. I can stop for you and the girls. This time will be different, I promise.
Love always,
Frank
~~~
Stella,
You keep telling me I have a problem, but I’m nothing like my daddy. It’s not my fault that blond came onto me. I didn’t go after her, and things weren’t what they looked like. Yes, she kissed me, but that was all.
You always blame me. You’re always looking for something to be angry about. It’s no wonder I have to drink. You push me too hard.
Frank
Janet W. Ferguson
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Janet W. Ferguson grew up in Mississippi and received a degree in Banking and Finance from the University of Mississippi. She has served as a children’s minister and a church youth volunteer. An avid reader, she worked as a librarian at a large public high school. She writes humorous inspirational fiction for people with real lives and real problems. Janet and her husband have two grown children, one really smart dog, and a cat that allows them to share the space.
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