 There are times when we face horrible things. Death, illness, danger. When we are struggling, how do you find the strength to go on? Where does it come from? Throughout my own life, I've had struggles. Each time I dug deep within myself and relied on my own hero. Author MS Kaye's KINDLING THE PAST has a heroine who has to find her own well of determination after two big incidents in her life. MS Kaye writes stories which are compelling. The characters are strong and resilient. They face tough situations and are able to power through them, but in a way that moves the character's growth. KINDLING THE PAST is a fast paced and action packed book that will keep you up at night. Now available in ebook and print, be sure to grab a copy today! Blurb: Kindle fights to survive on her own, to break free from her possessive and violent ex-boyfriend, and tries not to let her best friend, Anna, know she’s in love with her husband. Most of all, she fights the visions she sees of the past—she doesn’t believe in that kind of stuff. Then Anna is shot and killed. In their grief, Kindle and Ty, Anna’s husband and Kindle’s Taekwondo instructor, grow closer. Although Kindle is careful never to let him too close, he helps her learn to accept that her visions are real. Eventually, the truth about Anna’s death breaks through into Kindle’s visions, and she must find a way not to let it destroy her. EXCERPT: I had no way of knowing what Chris was driving. I had to know which cars were supposed to be here in order to know if there was a new one. Most of my neighbors drove beaters like me, and Chris had always liked something flashy. But with him, I couldn’t depend on consistency. He was smart. I recognized all the cars tonight. I parked under the streetlight and kept the door locked while I pulled my gear bag onto my lap and slipped the strap over my shoulder. Keys ready, I jumped out of the car and jogged up the steps. I hated apartment buildings in Florida. The halls were open, no security doors to block unwanted visitors from knocking on your front door, from lurking in shadowy corners. Within about ten seconds, I was up the stairs, down the hall, and at my door. Just being able to move quickly without running out of breath was worth the cost of Taekwondo classes. I felt more confident, less scared. My door unlocked, I glanced down the hall one more time then slipped inside. I closed the door, locked it, and flipped the lights. I was not alone. He was right there, tall, thick, and blond as always. I was seeing as clearly as if through acid. I blinked to make sure he was really there. I always did that. It was stupid. Chris was always there. Standing in the middle of my one little room, he just looked at me. It was like he was waiting for me to apologize for something. He always seemed to think I should be apologizing. I knew better now, knew I’d never done anything wrong, but I wasn’t defiant either. I kept my mouth shut—as if he might go away if I was very still and very quiet, like certain predators in the wild. Now Available |
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