Late break news:

Earlier we reported that a mother was broadsided at a downtown intersection. She was rushed to Saint Mary’s Hospital in Camrose. There she underwent an operation for a subdural hematoma. Doctors now report the operation was successful. No complications. The mother is expected to make a fully recover. Due to her injuries, she will need to be in an induced coma for a while.

What the doctors, family, and friends don’t know is that Jill fears returning to her present. Her whole life has been turned upside down. Recently. Out of the blue, no warning. Her husband left her. She had to quit homeschooling her children. Send them to a public school. She had to get a low paying receptionist position. She couldn’t afford the mortgage payments, so she sold her spacious house and move into a three-bedroom apartment. Now the accident. Excoriating back pain is her last recollection.

From the prologue: Up Front, Easter 6 April 2012, Canberra, Australia

Loud bangs demolished Ben's Good Friday sleep in. He surrendered his fractured dream without regret. His Pillow? Not so much. It had been a rough night. The reek of stale sweat wafting from his t-shirt agreed.
A bell from the local parish church chimed in, clanging its solemn call to worship on the offbeat.
'Bah! They're in cahoots!' He buried his head under the pillow. Sleep wreckers.
The bell fell silent. The unrepentant clatter morphed into a belligerent knock.

These are lovely details, Diana!!

All journeys begin with a single step. I could say my journey began when I was made dead, a no-name ghost in the woods. Or when I first met the dragon when I was too young to be afraid. Or maybe my journey began when the pains started, soon after the last thread of light disappeared in a horizontal sliver crushed between dark ominous clouds fast filling the sky and the earthly boundaries of both my chains and comfort as deemed by the gods: the raw wilderness. Was it only less than a year ago that I was a naïve child, believing that the life ahead of me was mine to choose? So innocent. So lost in my own little world of supposed freedom. Self-centered as only a child knows at the time. What a difference a year makes.

Thanks, Deleyna! 🙂

Working Title: Fate's Wish, Romantic Suspense

An instant hit of melancholy for me. Well done.

Exactly. I really like that contrast.

She's a girl with two father, two countries and no place to call home.

Happy Dance!