The Widow
After her husband Gage is killed in combat, Madi Melbourne finds out just how hard being a widow can be. She’s been left destitute piecing together a life she never knew Gage was living, and as the puzzle takes shape she begins to fall apart.
Her Savior
Rafe McCarthy has always been known as the unit playboy. Having never married and childless he finds himself examining his life and looking at the what-ifs, then a beautiful widow moves in next door and he begins to discover something he never knew existed inside of him.
Learning to trust…
How can he convince her to trust again and place that trust in him? Will he be able to live up to the responsibility he has taken in teaching her love again?
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An excerpt from Bound by Trust:
A wave of uncertainty had washed over Madi as she drove her Lexus past the Hopkinsville city limit sign that morning, but had since begun to ease in spite of the daunting awareness that she’d left everything she knew behind. After what had seemed like the longest six hours of her life, she was traversing the bridge over the Mississippi and crossing the Missouri state line. The coffee and creamer colored water roiled with the overflow of the spring rains reminding her of the discord in her life that constantly churned faster than the Mississippi was running. She cursed her husband again for her circumstances. Damn him for leaving her like this.Available for purchase October 1, via Whiskey Creek Press.
Propping her elbow on the door, she rested her jaw in her palm, took a calming breath, and tried not to let the tears start falling again. Crying more wouldn’t fix anything, it wouldn’t bring him back and it wouldn’t help get her where she was going.
She glanced in the rearview mirror to make sure Jared was still behind her. Since that awful day in November, when casualty assistance had knocked on her door, he’d taken her under his wing. He and Gage had been best friends since basic training, they were almost inseparable. She couldn’t count the times he’d been there for her in the last few months, as a shoulder to cry on, a sounding board, hell, sometimes as a proverbial punching bag when the anger was so strong she wanted to throw things. He’d been there through it all and now he was helping her move. God bless him. He was a wonderful man and would make some woman an exemplary husband someday. Provided he could find one that could take the punishment of being an Army wife.
Rolling the windows down, she hoped the fresh air would help clear her head and lighten her spirit. The spring breeze billowed through the car and assaulted her with the smells of the season; newly cut field grass and wildflowers. She glanced out at the gentle hills flying by that were just awakening from their winter slumber. The foliage was bursting green with the dogwoods interrupting the solid canvas nature provided with a splay of white flowers occasionally. The redbuds added a dash of purple here and there. Her life was here now, and it was time to start over and learn to live again. She took a cleansing breath and told herself that the last ten years were a memory now and she had a second chance, a new lease on life. One she wanted desperately to embrace no matter how scary it was.
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