Date Published: 3-7-17
Publisher: self/ Carolina Blue Publishing
Dr. Elizabeth Abbott Fitzgerald has spent the last ten years of her life running; from tragedy, from family, from love. But now her mother’s failing health calls her home to Windsor Falls, North Carolina; to the place where her past awaits. Sam Bishop can’t believe his eyes when the love of his life returns after ten long years. All he wants is to clear his conscience and get back the family he lost when Connor, his best friend and Elizabeth’s husband died tragically. Could it really be true that time heals all wounds?
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Excerpt:
Sam Bishop stood in the hallway just outside of the darkened waiting room wrestling with himself. Shock had ripped through him when Katie called him. Elizabeth was home. After ten long years, she had finally come back. Sadly, it had taken her mother's life-threatening illness to do so. He had waited for this moment for so long. But now that it was here, he couldn’t bring himself to open the door. He stood with his hand on the handle, hesitating. His heart pounded. He wanted so badly to see her. To hold her in his arms. Disgusted with himself, he opened the door silently and walked into the waiting area.
Light from the hall dimly illuminated Elizabeth's face where she slept fitfully. Clearly not designed for someone over four feet tall, the couch didn’t look all that comfortable. She lay on her left side with her knees drawn up to fit. Although barely 5'3", Elizabeth was obviously too tall.
Sam stood there for a long moment, watching her sleep. The years melted away. Despite a long and difficult day, she was beautiful. If she had been wearing any makeup, it was long gone. Elizabeth had always had the kind of natural beauty that would still be evident when she was an old woman. The kind that was timeless and came from within. But even in sleep she looked troubled. She moved restlessly on the couch. An ache spread in his chest as he took in the dark smudges under her eyes; proof of the responsibility she carried alone. He longed to hold her hand and whisper reassurances to her. But he had given up that right years ago.
Elizabeth had likely traveled most of the day to get here. What she needed now was rest. Sam lowered himself silently into the not so comfortable chair adjacent to her and settled in as best as he could. The couch was positioned under a bank of windows, and with the blinds partially opened, she was bathed in enough moonlight for Sam to be able to see her clearly.
It was going to be a long night. He leaned his head back so that he could rest but still see her. She would not like him standing guard over her sleeping form. But he quickly brushed aside that thought. He needed this time with her to try and figure out some things. She needed the support, even if she'd be the last person to admit it.
About the Author:
Kimberley O’Malley is a recent transplant to Charlotte, North Carolina from the frozen North. She is learning to say y’all but draws the line at sweet tea. Sarcasm is an art form in her world. When not writing, she is a full-time nurse and part-time soccer Mom, but not necessarily in that order. She shares her life with an amazing husband of more than twenty years, two teenagers, and one very sweet Shetland Sheepdog, Molly.
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Kimberley O’Malley is a recent transplant to Charlotte, North Carolina from the frozen North. She is learning to say y’all but draws the line at sweet tea. Sarcasm is an art form in her world. When not writing, she is a full-time nurse and part-time soccer Mom, but not necessarily in that order. She shares her life with an amazing husband of more than twenty years, two teenagers, and one very sweet Shetland Sheepdog, Molly.Contact Information- Website / Facebook / Twitter
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