Love has existed since the beginning of time. For Ashlin
Thomas, love was an illusion that she desperately wanted to make a reality.
Returning home to Savannah, after her aunt’s death, Ashlin
must deal with the harsh realities life has dealt her.
As Ashlin begins sorting through her aunt’s personal
effects, she stumbles upon a journal. Not just any journal, but the words of
her great great great grandmother, Sophia.
Two love stories intertwine with each other as Ashlin reads
the beautiful words, written over a hundred years ago.
The intense connection Ashlin feels with Sophia begins to
allow her to find herself. Never thinking love was possible for her, Ashlin now
sees it is within her grasp.
But, life is never perfect. Life is never fair.
When faced with the decision that could change Ashlin’s
future … will she sacrifice one love for another, or will her predestined heart
lead her home?
This was a wonderful story, but its two stories in one. This is a story about two different couples,
more specifically two women, but I two different times. The two times are woven well together
beautifully.
You have Ashlin who is stuck in a rut when she decides to
find herself again in her aunt’s place.
Gael is knocked off his feet by this women he meets. He is pulled to Ashlin like he has never been
to another before. The more they get to
know each other, the more they realize that they more in common then they
think. In the past Sophia wanted to make
her own way and not what her mother wants.
She falls for Daniel and plan a future together. But the stories are not sunshine and rainbows
for these two couples. Drama, ex-boyfriends,
and mean family. What happens to them?
How does this effect Gael and Ashlin?
I loved this heartwarming story. You fall in love with these characters. Gael and Daniel are the type of man that
every women tries to finds. A wonderful
read.
~Kellie~
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ABOUT Kelly Elliott:
Kelly Elliott is married to a wonderful Texas cowboy who has
a knack for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and
dreams for some unknown reason...he claims it's because he loves her!
She’s also a mom to an amazing daughter who is constantly
asking for something to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone
sending out what is sure to be another very important text message.
In her spare time she loves to sit in her small corner
overlooking the Texas hill country and write.
One of her favorite things to do is go for hikes around her
property with Gus....her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose,
her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush,
move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find
her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.
LINKS:
Twitter: @author_kelly
ABOUT Kristin Mayer:
Kristin
Mayer is a wife, a proud mother, and a full-time Analyst and Import Manager.
Since an early age, she has always enjoyed reading and writing. While visiting
her father one weekend, he suggested that she should take up writing again.
With family and a career, she didn’t give it a lot of thought, until a story
entered her mind and wouldn’t leave. It just kept forming and developing over a
couple of months.
At the beginning
of 2013, she decided to sit down and write it all down, but she kept it to
herself. One sentence developed into two, and before she knew it, she had the
makings of a novel.
Kristin
tries to live life to the fullest during every moment. She loves to travel and
meet new people. She holds a degree in International Business and uses it daily
in her job. Kristin now adds “author” on her list of jobs, and feels very
blessed and thankful.
Stay connected with Kristin Mayer:
Twitter: @author_kristin
EXCERPTS:
Historical excerpts
One ~
I SAT ON the bench in Oglethorpe Square and sighed as I
listened to mother and Mrs. Warner going on about something. I had learned to
clear my mother’s words from my head long ago. If I smiled and nodded my head
when prompted, that is all she needed. That, and money.
The Civil War had hit Daddy pretty hard and my mother still
wasn’t over our plantation house being burnt to the ground. We now spent all of
our time in our Savannah house until Daddy could rebuild a new country home. We
normally didn’t come to our house in Savannah unless it was during the social
season, which was upon us now.
I had made my debut a year ago at the Christmas Cotillion,
aged sixteen. What a grand evening it had been, although it seemed Mother
couldn’t marry me off fast enough.
My ears perked up when I heard my mother mentioning me. “If
I could ever get Sophia betrothed, we might be able to move on from the
horridness of the war.”
I rolled my eyes and began fussing with my black-and-white
cotton stripped shirt. The matching jacket and hat were one of my favorite
walking outfits, and my younger sister, Annie, said it made me look fancy. Her
words, not mine.
“Was it not said that Devlin Covington fancied Sophia?”
Mrs. Warner asked as I peeked over at her.
Mother’s smile made me feel ill. “Yes. He fancies Sophia,
and the combination of families would be immensely popular.”
I let out a disgusted sigh. Why my family’s fortune and
future rested on my shoulders—I had no knowledge. It wasn’t that I didn’t fancy
Devlin Covington, I did. He was handsome, rich, and made me laugh. I had a
massive infatuation with him a few years back, but I had grown out of it.
Especially after sneaking up and seeing him kissing Betsy Manor in the back of
the library, where they thought no one would see them. I had to admit though,
watching Devlin place his hands on Betsy’s breasts had my lower abdomen pulling
with desire and longing for that to be me.
Mrs. Warner let out a titter. “Yes, Emma, it would indeed
make a fine match. Your Sophia and Mr. Covington.”
I wanted to run. Run away from all of this.
Two ~
Gazing around the room, I searched for Daniel. My father and
mother were busy talking to Mr. and Mrs. Stowe along with two other couples,
whom I didn’t have the pleasure of knowing. A young gentleman had been talking
my ear off and I was in desperate need of fresh air.
Turning to him, I asked, “Will you please excuse me? I am
in need of some fresh air.”
“Shall I join you?” he asked.
I quickly shook my head. “No. No, that will not be
necessary. I have a slight headache and need some time alone.”
Nodding his head, he smiled and took a step back, giving me
a quick bow. Returning the polite gesture, I began toward the kitchen. One look
over my shoulder showed my mother watching me intently. I’m sure she was
distressed at the idea of me wandering off and being late to sit down for
dinner.
Somehow managing to find my way to the back gardens, I
smiled and inhaled a deep breath. All I smelled were azaleas. I walked along
the cobblestone pathway that intertwined among Magnolia trees and some of the
most amazing flowers I’d ever seen. My mother would be green with envy were she
to lay her eyes upon this colorful garden.
“It goes on forever,” I whispered.
“One can easily get lost back here.”
I stopped the moment I heard his voice. Closing my eyes, I
placed my gloved hands on my stomach to calm the butterflies. Inhaling a deep
breath through my nose, I slowly blew it out as I turned to face him.
Daniel. His eyes
widened and he licked his lips. I raised the corner of my mouth and bowed
slightly. Daniel walked up to me and smiled, causing my knees to shake. For a
moment, it felt as if the earth was moving and I fought to stand upright.
He took a step closer to me as his eyes moved about my
face. When they landed on my lips, I instinctively licked them. His eyes were
ablaze with fire. I took a step back as he took another step forward. My
breathing increased as I felt something I’d never felt before.
Desire.
Want.
Need.
Contemporary:
Teaser # 1
“Why don’t we go downstairs, get our wine, and I’ll make a
fire. Did you bring the journal?”
I followed Gael out of the room as he grabbed my hand. “Yes,
but there’s still no way I’m reading to you.”
My face would be ten shades of red if I were to speak the
thoughts Sophia had as Daniel made love to her.
Gael’s deep voice resonated deep within me as he spoke.
“Grab the journal. I’ll get the wine and food. I’ll meet you in the living room
and build a fire.”
“I’m not reading it. There’s no amount of wine, delicious
food or tempting kisses that will change my mind.”
He gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “I like that you think
my kisses are tempting. I want to read it to you.”
“Really?” Imagining Gael’s deep voice reading to me had the
feelings from earlier in his office returning. The attraction was undeniable.
“Yes.”
That one word spoken had my heart racing with excitement. I
grabbed the journal from my purse on the
chair and made my way to the couch in the living room. My thoughts returned to
what had happened with Gael upstairs. The fact that he hadn’t slept with me
made Gael more endearing. It wasn’t lost on me that Gael had said when we make love to each other. I bit
my lip and gave a little giggle.
Within me, happiness bubbled to the surface. We hadn’t
defined what we were doing and I was okay with that. I liked that I wasn’t
being confined to a box and left to be free while I became my own person again.
After a few minutes, Gael came in with the wine and food on
a tray. He handed me my glass.
“Thank you. A girl could get used to this type of
treatment.”
He gave me a wink. “Good, it’s only the beginning. Let me
start the fire.”
The open-ended innuendos were sexy and left me wanting Gael
more. I watched him move with ease as he put the logs in and used newspaper as
a starter. Striking a match, he lit the paper before placing it strategically
between the logs. There was something about a man who could start a fire versus
hitting a button and having instant flames that had me wanting to tackle him on
the floor. Down girl. Down.
He looked at me over his shoulder. “You like what you see?”
“I do. The logs are amazing looking. It looks like they were
cut at just the right angle.”
His mouth dropped in shock. I had to set my wineglass down
as I became tickled at his lost, self-assured expression. The fire caught as he
made his way back to me with a predatory gate. “I hoped maybe there was
something you liked in the man who was building the fire.”
I shrugged. “He’s all right.”
He sat beside me and drew his finger across my lips, leaving
a wake of fire in its path. “He better be more than all right to you.”
“He is.” My voice was barely above a whisper.
Gael kissed me, but kept it sweet. “Good. That’s what I like
to hear.” I could feel his breath on my lips.
“I’m ready for my story.”
Gael’s answering grin made my heart skip a beat as he
settled in to the couch. He took the journal off my lap.
Grabbing my wineglass, I snuggled into him. My body fit
perfectly against his. Peace and contentment settled over me. I glanced into my
wineglass and remembered looking into one at Amelia’s wedding. My feelings were
the opposite now. There was hope.
“Let’s see if Sophia and Daniel desecrated my upstairs
office.”
I shook my head. “Oh geez, I hope she quickly summarizes the
deed. I wonder if Sophia ever considered who would read her personal thoughts
one day. I’d be mortified.”
Gael laughed as he opened to the journal and removed my
metal bookmark. His deep, soothing voice filled the space as he read the
thoughts of Sophia.
Teaser # 2
A light rap on the counter brought my attention to the man
in front of me. He had dark-brown hair that was tousled about in disarray. His
warm brown eyes melted through me. The five o’clock shadow from the stubble on
his face showcased his strong jaw line. He was sinfully gorgeous and I could
feel my insides turn all gooey from the sight of him in front of me.
My mouth was dry as he looked at me expectantly. In that
moment, it was as if something within me altered and changed. I couldn’t
explain it.
Get it together,
Ashlin.
“I’m sorry. It’s been a long day. Can you repeat what you said?”
My voice came out fairly normal, which I was proud of, versus the crazy energy
I felt pulsating within me.
He gave a gentle look; it wasn’t cocky or knowing, but only
sweet. “Is there anything I can get you?”
Smiling back, I responded, “I’ll have the beef stew and a
water.”
“Good choice. Coming right up.” He rapped his knuckles on
the counter as he walked off to the left.
I wasn’t paying attention to how his white shirt was rolled
up to his elbows. Nope. And I wasn’t paying attention to how his khaki pants
hugged him in all the right places. Nope. And I for sure wasn’t staring at him
as if he would be sex on a stick. Nope.
Seriously get it
together, Ashlin. My life has turned inside out and the last thing I need to be
thinking about is sex.
The man turned back toward me and I looked up at the
television screen that was above, hoping I wasn’t caught ogling the bartender. I need a life, seriously. Time passed
and before I knew it, a steaming bowl of beef stew with a little plate of bread
was set in front of me.
It smelled delicious. “Thank you.”
The bartender smiled. I glanced back to my stew as I ate.
He responded, “You’re welcome.”
Taking a bite, it was one of the most delicious stews I had
ever tasted. I moaned in appreciation.
“It’s that good, eh?”
I licked my lips and felt heat creep up on my face. Not
realizing I had closed my eyes, I tentatively opened them and glanced at the
bartender, who was looking at me more intensely than before. “Oh, I did not
mean to do that out loud.” Picking up my napkin, I dabbed the corner of my
mouth. “Give my complements to the chef. It’s incredible. I’d love to get the
recipe.”
He leaned on the counter. “I’ll let the chef know. I know
him pretty well, and I’d say if he could get that type of reaction out of every
beautiful woman who ate the stew, he’d serve it all the time versus only on
special occasions.”
The bartender moved a little closer to me and I smiled at
his playful face while wanting to reach out and trace that devastatingly
handsome jaw line. Conspiringly, he whispered, “I’ve heard that the recipe is a
family secret. You’d have to marry the chef in order to get it.”
I giggled as he winked at me. “Okay, if I get that desperate
to have it, I’ll know to bring a ring and my bended knee.”
He chuckled and stood. “So, what brings you to Savannah?”
“Is this where I lay all my troubles on the line for the
bartender to listen and give advice?” I teased with him as I cocked my head.
He shrugged as he mixed a drink. The bar was otherwise
vacated except one person at the end who nursed a beer. “I happen to listen and
give advice for free on Wednesday’s.”
My smile was wide. There was something magnetic about this
man and I didn’t want our conversation to end. “Well, it’s a good thing it’s
Wednesday.”
“Yes, it is.”
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