Angel of Mercy A Disturbing/Dark Contemporary Romance With a Happy Ending
Liza gives Carla her blinding migraines. I remember a night when I left work late with a brutal migraine headache. I took the back roads home, thinking it would be safer than the major highway. And it was safer until I drove around a curve and got blasted with high-beams. It completely blinded me. I couldn’t see anything but dark gray mist. I braked and then crept toward the right, hoping this area of road had some side area. There are places where it just drops away. This was one of those ‘Jesus take the wheel moments.” Once I heard gravel on the left side, I stopped, but left my car running with the brakes pressed, so anyone coming up behind me would hopefully see my car and not hit it. It took me over a half-hour before I could see sufficiently for me to drive home. So, when Carla got a migraine, I gave her a nightmare even worse than mine.
EXCERPT Carla chose a back road that rarely had traffic and no streetlights. Fortunately, she knew the road well, so the darkness was not a problem. As she took a familiar curve on the road, blinding white lights burned into her eyes. The pain was excruciating. She closed her eyes, and when she reopened them, all she could see was a dull gray spot like the residue of a giant camera flash. Gathering her senses, she applied the brakes. She heard a hollow thud and felt her car shudder as she hit something. Panic rose in her throat as she brought her car to a halt. She remained blind, unable to see what had just happened. She fumbled for the door handle and opened it. The bitter cold wind doubled the pain in her head. “Can anyone hear me?” she called out, trying to force her eyes to see by raw willpower. “Is there anyone here?” A groan came from nearby. Her panic turned to full-blown fear. Dear God, she had hit someone with her car! “Are you hurt? Do you need an ambulance?” No response. She sat down in her car and felt for her purse. Frantically, she located her phone and dialed 911. Between her panic, her migraine, and her blindness, there was damn little she could coherently tell them. She knew she was on the hairpin curve on route 202, but she couldn’t remember which town bordered that portion of the road. When the woman asked her to describe the condition of the injured person, Carla explained she couldn’t see and the frustration of her blindness caused her to break down in tears.
About the Author Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
Carla makes a mistake and is unable to forgive herself. She is a strong woman, much stronger than I am. Not only does she take in an injured man...she puts up with his spiteful and hateful treatment in order to make him well again.
Steve Brown hates women and makes Carla's life a living hell. He does everything and anything to push her away, because he only has experience with women who run away when things get challenging. Like his ex-wife who was hightailed it to divorce court when she learned he might be paralyzed for life.
Ms. O'Connor is known for stories which make you think and cheer for her characters. This dark contemporary is one where you want to shake Carla or kick Steve. It's a gripping tale as Carla strives for her happily ever after, but it doesn't come easily. She's the target of so many people who are out to hurt her.
Even with the darkness, Ms. O'Connor finds a way to redeem the characters and help them find happiness. It is a story which will keep you up reading.