When life gives you lemons…
The day my dad committed suicide I ran. I’ve been running ever since.
Going home is supposed to be the answer, instead it makes me question every thoughtless decision I’ve made.
My sister hates me. My little brother barely knows me. And Simon… is engaged.
None of it matters- or so I tell myself. I’m here to make amends and face a past haunted with regret.
As long as I can convince myself to stay.
Mom is barely in the grave and the prodigal child is here to pick the bones clean.
I don’t want her here. My sister’s defection is a wound that won’t heal, and her return simply rubs at the scabs covering my heart.
I’ve managed just fine without her. She can go back to her fancy college and forget about us- that’s what she does best anyway.
If only I didn’t need her help. Or miss her so much.
Two sisters must set aside the past in order to protect the future.
The shock of finding Renée on the doorstep is fading, taken over by the sheer hypocrisy of her arrival. Why now? It’s a little late if she wants to make amends. Not a word for two stinking years and she shows up thinking I’m going to be grateful she’s here?
Not in this lifetime.
The warm sincerity of her embrace, though… it tries to weaken the resentment I’ve fostered since she walked out on her family, leaving me to pick up the pieces.
“I don’t want you here,” I snarl, unable to hide my bitterness. I’d rather act as though I don’t care.
Renée eyes me warily, rubbing a reddened palm. I feel a childish delight to have caused her even a miniscule amount of the pain she’s caused me.
“I’m aware,” she says calmly, bending to pick up a bulging overnight bag. “But I’m here now, so let’s make the best of it—for Mom.”
Red hot rage rises from the pit of my stomach to spit and steam from my ears. “Do. Not. Use Mom against me. You lost that right a long time ago.”
Months of caregiving flickers behind my eyes, a Shakespearean tale gone wrong. My father’s suicide did something to Mom. She shouldered the blame and wore it like a hairshirt, ripping the blinders away from their relationship to show the fractures in the foundation. She shut down. Stopped eating, washing, caring. It was left to me to get Benjamin off to school, clothes washed, a semblance of normalcy when everything was insane.
“You should have called.” Renée’s empathetic gaze gets on my last nerve.
I whirl away before I plant my fist in her face. “Your room is the way you left it. You can stay the weekend, then I want you to leave. Ben doesn’t need to get his hopes up.” And neither do I.
Striding into the kitchen, I clench my hands over the lip of the sink and hang my head. The stack of unpaid bills on the edge of the counter mocks my independence, but it’s the manila folder that strikes fear in my heart.
Because the true power is love!
My heroes are tough, alpha males who know what they want. That is until they get gob-smacked by heroines who are strong, contemporary women willing to show them what they really need is love.
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From the time Jacquie was twelve years old, she knew she wanted to be a writer. That year she wrote a short story called Count Daffodil after spending countless hours searching for ideas. The story garnered Jacquie an A and was read aloud through the school’s loudspeaker system. Needless to say, after that she was hooked.
Jacquie grew up, married her best friend, raised a family and left her writing urges to simmer in the background unattended.
She owned and operated a successful diner in her hometown for a number of wonderful years before deciding to live her dream of becoming an author.
Jacquie’s first book, Tidal Falls, a romantic suspense novel about second chances, released September of 2014.
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