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When I was a teen, I fell in love weekly, sometimes daily...as an adult I was more circumspect and realized how love and lust differed. I'm more picky these days. But what if you found your soul mate and couldn't stay with him? What if you had to let him go, even though it broke your heart to do it? In Once, the first book in a new series by MS Kaye, we meet a couple who are destined to be soul mates. In fact, he's her first and only but she can't keep him.... Here's what one reviewer said about Once.... "I realize editors aren't supposed to review the books they work on, but when a book makes you sob during both the first and second rounds of editing, and you have very little work to do on it, you know you're working on a winner. I feel like I'll be stealing my pay on this one, although I'll still take it! The only problem was, I worked on Once; while doing volunteer work at the VA Hospital, and while I was sobbing, a veteran needed my help. I could barely speak to the poor man! I managed to stammer, ;G-good b-book. B-be with y-you in a m-minute," as I wiped my eyes on a tissue."  Her first and also her once. Jonathan and Rebecca’s paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear what the other has to say. But Jonathan is three days from entering the priesthood, and Rebecca leaves him to his peace. But he is unable to find peace. Without each other’s comfort and strength, they must each struggle to forge a new path, with only memories of the one day that changed everything. But are they able to forget and let go? EXCERPT: “What’s the answer?” He paused. “A switchblade.” With my fingertips, I reached out and traced the scar across his cheek. “Did you win?” He removed my hand and closed his eyes. “Yes.” I slid his Book back to him. “This says we can find forgiveness.” His eyes still closed, his jaw clenched. He bowed his head. “It also says ‘Thou shalt not kill.’” I took his hand in both of mine, petted his rough skin, and then brought it to my lips. He had a talent for guiding invisibly, but I didn’t know how to do that. He watched me again. His eyes were intense, like the black of the night sky, and his forehead was furrowed, as if his emotions were scattered, as if he was shocked at my reaction, as if he had been sure his answer would drive me away. But I knew him. Already, I knew him. “You’re still a good person,” I said. His jaw clenched. “I’ve been trying to believe that.” “I have faith in you.” He continued to watch me. His forehead never smoothed, as if he was fighting for strength, but his eyes softened. He slid around the booth, closer to me. I didn’t move, not sure what to do, what was right, what he wanted. He leaned closer. I only watched him. He touched his lips to my cheek, the faintest pressure. I struggled to sit still, to keep my hands in my lap, not to grab hold of him. And then his lips were gone, such brief contact that I couldn’t be sure if he had actually kissed my cheek or if I wanted his contact so much that I’d imagined it. He spoke in my ear. “You must be some kind of final test.” My heart pounded into my ribs, against the point of the blade. “Are you going to pass?” His lips brushed against my jaw. “I don’t know.” He trailed to my neck, his mouth softly pressing. My hand curled into his hair, the other on his shoulder, holding, clutching. His mouth found mine, barely touching. His warmth invaded my head. “God give me strength,” he murmured. The door slid open, and the compartment filled with laughter. He closed his eyes. Then he slid away from me. Grab Your Copy Now! |
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