Feel Good Friday Reads: All For Love

Welcome to this week’s edition of Feel Good Friday Reads.  I started this last week as a way of giving you a look atbooks the behind the scens for a book. Every book starts with an idea, and All For Love grew out of a sermon in church.

Now, I can hear you saying, that isn’t for me, but bear with me. The sermon was on guilt.

Have you ever said something you meant at the time but regretted shortly after? We are  all told that the worse thing a couple/family/friends can do is go to bed angry. Imagine how you’d feel if you said something you regretted but were never able to appolpgize or take it back? And what if you thought the person you’d said that nasty thing to died because of something you believed you’d done? How would that affect you and your behavior?

In All For Love, both Olivia and Greg have a secret past, one that controls what they see, do, and feel. Both of them carry a burden they feel they can’t share, one that will make it all but impossible for them to fall in love again, but, when push comes to shove, each one is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for love.

Here’s your Feel Good Friday Snippet:

ALL-FOR-LOVEKINDLE-NOOK (1)Olivia Cummings rolled over and tried to hit the snooze button on the alarm, remembering she’d moved it onto her dresser for that very reason. Like it or not, she had to get up. She opened her eyes and groaned. The room was still dark. Why wouldn’t it be? The sun wasn’t up at five in the morning in mid-December. She threw back the covers, shivered, and reached to turn on the bedside lamp. She blinked owl-like at the ensuing brightness.

“Maybe someday I’ll understand why perfectly sane people use automatic thermostat controls to turn a comfortable apartment into a refrigerator at night,” she said aloud, her voice echoing in the darkness. “Well, at least I can’t see my breath.”

She plunged her feet into the mules beside the bed, grabbed her housecoat, and went into the kitchen to make coffee. The single brew machine was one of the few things in the apartment that belonged to her. She’d feel better after she gave her body its morning dose of caffeine. While she waited for the coffee maker to do its job, she went over what she’d packed last night. One of the problems with going home at this time of year was everything she had to take with her—heavy coat, boots, clothes, gifts—she’d look like an Inuit at the Philadelphia airport, but without the warmer coat, she’d freeze in Denver.

The rasp of the coffee maker indicated her cup was full, and she reached for it gratefully. Her flight was at nine, and the airlines insisted she check in two hours early. Security, even on domestic flights was heightened at this time of year. She sighed. The last place she wanted to go was to a ski resort in the Colorado Rockies, but when that was home, what choice did she have?

She looked down at her slim ankle, debating whether or not to bandage it. It hadn’t given her any problems in months, but it was her crutch, her protection. Like a guardian angel’s shield, it would keep her out of danger. Besides, what was one more lie? She’d told a thousand of them in the last five years. Anything to keep her old friends and family from badgering her out onto skis would be worth it.

She reached for the lightweight, polymer and foam removable brace she’d pulled out and wiped down last night. “Shower first, and then, let’s get you on. At least you fit inside my UGGs,” she spoke to the brace as if it were an old trusted friend. She’d let everyone think her leg and ankle were still too weak to use. She hated dissembling like this, but she didn’t want anyone to know the real reason she’d chosen never to ski again. That was between her and God.

Coffee mug in hand, she headed to the bathroom to get ready. She hadn’t been home for Christmas since the accident, but Mom and Dad wouldn’t allow her that luxury this year. If she could avoid the slopes and the chalet, it might not be too bad; if she couldn’t, the pseudo injury would limit her skiing to the lodge.

Forgive me, God, but I’m just not ready to let it go.

All For Love, a clean read romance suspense is available from

http://www.amazon.com/All-Love-Susanne-Matthews-ebook/dp/B00VP3TO94

Have a fab weekend.

 

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