Genre: Contemporary Romance with a touch of Suspense
Content Warning: Discussions about drug and alcohol abuse- 18+
Sara Hawthorne is a dedicated attorney, a loyal wife, and the mother of two nineteen-year-old girls. When her husband succumbs to cancer, Sara has to battle the grief and also the addiction to which one of her daughters falls prey.
Maximus Tempest is business driven—and family starved. Eager to get his estranged wife to sign the divorce papers so he can move on with his life, he is frustrated when she is taken to the hospital after overdosing and wants no part of her treatment.
When Sara and Max see each other after twenty years, old feelings spring to life, but with the whirlwind of problems that surround them, how could it possibly work? Secrets are revealed from the grave that could threaten any future they might have, and it will be up to Sara and Max to see if they can overcome the lies—or if they must bury their dreams of a relationship forever.
“Dance with me, Sara.” I threaded my fingers through hers and pulled her onto the empty dance floor.
A few moments after we began to dance, two more couples joined us, but I only had eyes for Sara as I moved her slowly around the room, fighting every second not to pull her body fully against mine.
“I can’t believe after all this time, we meet again,” I murmured.
“It seems like a dream, doesn’t it?” she said lightly, and a whisper of her breath fanned over my ear.
“A dream that has been reoccurring for way too many years.” I glanced away for a second before I said something I shouldn’t. “I’m so sorry about your husband, Sara.”
Her smile was sad, but her eyes remained bright. “Thank you.” She glanced around the room, “He did an amazing job here. If I hadn’t known who did the design, I would have been able to guess.”
I scanned around us. “Why is that? Do all his designs look like this?”
She chuckled delicately, “No, but the design and the colors are so similar to our house. It was like he built this to reflect our home.”
I pursed my lips and examined the space again. “Really? That’s interesting that he would do that.”
She shrugged her small shoulders, “Maybe he felt they would give the business the feel of family and security.”
“That’s kind of what I felt when I first saw it. He was a very talented man.”
She dropped her chin, “Yes, he was.” She stiffened in my arms for a moment before her head popped back up. “Max, I need to ask you a question.”
“Sure, anything,” I replied, interested to know what would make her tense and become so serious so quickly.
“Are you married?” she blurted.
I choked out a brief laugh. “Well, legally, yes, but we have been separated for almost a year, living apart, and she’s been refusing to sign the divorce papers.” She chewed on her bottom lip as I answered. “Is that a problem?”
“What? No, I just didn’t want,” she paused and looked around the room as if searching for something, “I don’t know. I guess I just needed to know if you were single.”
“Because,” I tipped her chin up with two fingers under the soft skin, “you want me to be single?”
Her eyes went to my lips for a moment, and I knew she wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss her, but this was not the place.Before she could answer, her daughter ran up to her and pulled her arm. “Mom, Alexis has been in an accident! She’s at the hospital.”
Stacy Eaton began her writing career in October of 2010 and as each year goes by, she releases more and more novels. Stacy recently took an early retirement from law enforcement after over fifteen years of service, with her last three in investigations and crime scene investigation. Stacy resides in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, who works in law enforcement, and her teen daughter who is working toward her second degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do and on the choral and cheerleading squads at school. She also has a son who is currently serving in the United States Navy. Stacy is very involved in Domestic Violence Awareness and served on the Board of Directors for her local Domestic Violence Center for three years. She continues to volunteer with them when she has time.