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Choices
CHOICES… I could no longer control my mind. I was drowning in past events that were riddled in mystery. In a fit of pain, I had shorn my hair and now sat curled up in a bathtub in a hotel room afraid to sleep because of my terrible dreams. I had to move on; I had become a renowned painter of children with my own art galleries, but I was still a child, still a damaged soul. The death of my own child had left emotional and physical scars. That’s when I answered the ad. Zach McAllister was a Colorado rancher, far removed from my world. He needed a cook, and I needed a place to cope with what was happening to me. He was a man determined to claw through the walls of my armor, undeterred by what he found. I was equally determined to shut him out of my life. Did we choose each other?
243 pages, Kindle Edition
Published March 25, 2016
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Blurb:
CHOICES…
I could no longer control my mind. I was drowning in past events that were riddled in mystery. In a fit of pain, I had shorn my hair and now sat curled up in a bathtub in a hotel room afraid to sleep because of my terrible dreams.
I had to move on; I had become a renowned painter of children with my own art galleries, but I was still a child, still a damaged soul. The death of my own child had left emotional and physical scars.
That’s when I answered the ad.
Zach McAllister was a Colorado rancher, far removed from my world. He needed a cook, and I needed a place to cope with what was happening to me. He was a man determined to claw through the walls of my armor, undeterred by what he found. I was equally determined to shut him out of my life.
Did we choose each other?
Blurb:
CHOICES…
I could no longer control my mind. I was drowning in past events that were riddled in mystery. In a fit of pain, I had shorn my hair and now sat curled up in a bathtub in a hotel room afraid to sleep because of my terrible dreams.
I had to move on; I had become a renowned painter of children with my own art galleries, but I was still a child, still a damaged soul. The death of my own child had left emotional and physical scars.
That’s when I answered the ad.
Zach McAllister was a Colorado rancher, far removed from my world. He needed a cook, and I needed a place to cope with what was happening to me. He was a man determined to claw through the walls of my armor, undeterred by what he found. I was equally determined to shut him out of my life.
Did we choose each other?
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