Stirling can't forget the sting on his cheek or the betrayal in his heart.
Severing her chains to Lumierna, Amiria escapes hoping for the life Stirling once promised her. Them in a house he built. But this is not a fairytale. What they experienced cannot be forgotten, and forgiveness does not come easily. Stirling - Amiria's only solid ground - begins to crumble beneath her to become a base for someone else. With nothing left to hold her together, Amiria starts to unravel.
Calix is the one who catches her loose threads... and begins to pull.
Meanwhile, the three former guards of Lumierna have settled into Leucasia. Robert and William adapt easily to their new lives, but Clyde remains haunted by the past. Though he longs to open himself to love again, the memories around his heart have become a noose, leaving him terrified to fall.
With a single thread leading back to Patu, will the flame sparked between Calix and Amiria destroy everything Stirling has worked for?
Born and raised in Thousand Oaks, California, I had changed what I wanted to be when I grew up numerous times like any child. Looking back through all my school work and old notebooks, I loved story writing. The evidence was there, but I just ignored it. End of high school, I took that interest, believing I wanted to be a screenwriter. I wrote a full-length movie, but I didn’t enjoy the lack of detail. I love writing detail, really building a mental picture of the world. I dropped out of college before gaining an associate's degree and went straight into the workforce. I attempted to write another movie for the fun of it but never finished it. Looking back now, I don’t know why I didn’t just write those as books. At 21, I had entirely given up on the idea of being a screenwriter but still liked writing as a hobby. I wrote a short story for only me to read, and it wasn’t until I was 25 that it occurred to me to turn it into a full-length novel. Scars of Lumierna is the result. When I’m not at my full time job hovering over a computer, or at home sitting on the couch with my computer. I’m out camping, with my computer. With a rooftop tent mounted to my four-wheel drive Toyota, I love taking long drives through the Olympic Mountain’s logging roads, even some roads that my car shouldn’t be going on, and I had to do the sketchy backup and turn around. At the end of the day, my friend Sophi and I would pick a spot, make a fire and work on my book. There is no better place to work than in the middle of the forest with no one around except your best friend, some dogs, and the sound of the crackling fire.