DAY 11
Julianne Kelsch is an author and freelance writer who picked up the pen after the birth of her second child. A mother of four, she believes words have a special kind of magic all their own. With a word you can open the heart or break the soul; you can breathe life into love or distinguish the final flame. For her, reading is a place to experience worlds unseen and lives never lived; writing is the place to create them.
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For Lily Frost, love is a double edged sword. She craves it, she needs it, but the asking price for love may be her life.After her mother's apparent suicide, Lily receives a terrible warning: leave California or run the risk of death. Afraid for her life, she flees. Her only hope for safety lies with her father, a man who abandoned her when she was five. But while she searches for him, she discovers love and safety in the arms of James Prescott.
James is a man tormented by his mother's unsolved murder. More than anything he wants to see her killer lifeless, lying in a shallow grave. When Lily enters his life, he realizes that he hasn't been living. Lily shines for him, a light that finally pierces the darkness. For the first time in years, he feels hope. Their relationship blossoms and Lily discovers that she is worthy of love. However, she soon realizes that the safety she craves and the love she's found may be short lived.
The past James carries and the life Lily left behind collide, throwing the couple into the path of the murderer. Secrets long buried come to surface and threaten to destroy everything. Will they face their demons together or will they let the past tear them apart?
Ready for a snippet!?!
“I don’t know what this is Lily. I don't, but I
want to find out. Will you give me that chance?”
He had moved even closer, a feat I hadn’t thought possible. His face was four inches from mine, his sweet breath fanning my lips. My poor heart felt like it was going to flutter right out of my chest, and lift me away with it.
“Yes,” I whispered. I had forgotten Ryan, forgotten all the pain and guilt associated with him, forgotten everything. James was the present, the here and now. And right now, James was the immediate future. “Yes. I’d like that.”
He smiled, his eyes lighting up. “Thank you,” he answered, “For giving me a chance.”
I nodded, still trying to calm my heart.
He moved his hand, laying it gently on the side of my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb. My efforts at calming my hapless organ were wasted; it erupted in a new set of flutters.
He leaned in, pressing his lips softly to my forehead in a gesture not of longing, not of passion, but of the most intimate, tender care. My fluttering heart quieted, the night sounds stopped, the world faded into the distance. My eyes filled with tears which spilled over onto my cheeks.
And for once, I wasn’t ashamed.
And here are some great Q & A's with the author!
1. Readers would be surprised to know... Lily was a college student in my original draft, and James spoke fluent French.
2. I have always wanted to... drive a race car or chase tornadoes. Adventure calls to me.
3. I will never forget... The moment I began writing. My second child was a couple months old and I was feeling empty. I started writing to fill a void, and I've been grateful ever since. Writing rekindled a passion I had lost.
He had moved even closer, a feat I hadn’t thought possible. His face was four inches from mine, his sweet breath fanning my lips. My poor heart felt like it was going to flutter right out of my chest, and lift me away with it.
“Yes,” I whispered. I had forgotten Ryan, forgotten all the pain and guilt associated with him, forgotten everything. James was the present, the here and now. And right now, James was the immediate future. “Yes. I’d like that.”
He smiled, his eyes lighting up. “Thank you,” he answered, “For giving me a chance.”
I nodded, still trying to calm my heart.
He moved his hand, laying it gently on the side of my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb. My efforts at calming my hapless organ were wasted; it erupted in a new set of flutters.
He leaned in, pressing his lips softly to my forehead in a gesture not of longing, not of passion, but of the most intimate, tender care. My fluttering heart quieted, the night sounds stopped, the world faded into the distance. My eyes filled with tears which spilled over onto my cheeks.
And for once, I wasn’t ashamed.
And here are some great Q & A's with the author!
1. Readers would be surprised to know... Lily was a college student in my original draft, and James spoke fluent French.
2. I have always wanted to... drive a race car or chase tornadoes. Adventure calls to me.
3. I will never forget... The moment I began writing. My second child was a couple months old and I was feeling empty. I started writing to fill a void, and I've been grateful ever since. Writing rekindled a passion I had lost.
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