RYLEE ANDREWS
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One publisher has expressed interest in FINDING GRACE and is waiting for a slot to open up in their publishing schedule! In the meantime, nine other pubs are still considering it . . .
What if the next person you met were the one destined to change your life?
Anna Graves doesn't believe her life needs changing. She's about to meet Ben Marshall though. An explosives expert, he isn't your typical man of God. He begins to chip away at Anna's icy reserve, and he shatters it when things in Taos, New Mexico spiral quickly out of control.
Interested? There's a little excerpt to tease you below. WARNING . . . it's going to make you want more. Feel free to email me and complain.
What if the next person you met were the one destined to change your life?
Anna Graves doesn't believe her life needs changing. She's about to meet Ben Marshall though. An explosives expert, he isn't your typical man of God. He begins to chip away at Anna's icy reserve, and he shatters it when things in Taos, New Mexico spiral quickly out of control.
Interested? There's a little excerpt to tease you below. WARNING . . . it's going to make you want more. Feel free to email me and complain.
Excerpt from Finding Grace.
Anna Graves tried to scream, but no sound came. A small hand slipped into hers, pulled her away from the violence playing before her like an interminably looping video. She turned and looked into the terror-filled eyes of her sister. Erin tugged again, pleading silently. A ragged, brown teddy bear hung from her other hand, nearly forgotten.
Anna scooped the three-year-old up, mindful that the bear found its way into her arms as well. She backed away from the cries of her mother and fled, out into the night.
They went into the woods, far enough to escape the sounds and sights of the house. At ten years old, Anna outweighed her sister by nearly forty pounds, but her fear made her weak.
She prayed as she stumbled along the path.
The tall old pine finally loomed in front of them. She placed Erin on the ground beside it.
“I have to go back,” she whispered, even as she worked to unclasp the grip Erin had on her neck. “You’re okay. You have Snooky. I have to go help Mama.”
She pushed the bear into her sister’s hands.
The smell of him reached her before his words—the unmistakable stench of liquor and sweat.
“Did you think you could hide from me here?”
She drew herself up to her full four foot height, and turned in the darkness to face her father.
Anna Graves tried to scream, but no sound came. A small hand slipped into hers, pulled her away from the violence playing before her like an interminably looping video. She turned and looked into the terror-filled eyes of her sister. Erin tugged again, pleading silently. A ragged, brown teddy bear hung from her other hand, nearly forgotten.
Anna scooped the three-year-old up, mindful that the bear found its way into her arms as well. She backed away from the cries of her mother and fled, out into the night.
They went into the woods, far enough to escape the sounds and sights of the house. At ten years old, Anna outweighed her sister by nearly forty pounds, but her fear made her weak.
She prayed as she stumbled along the path.
The tall old pine finally loomed in front of them. She placed Erin on the ground beside it.
“I have to go back,” she whispered, even as she worked to unclasp the grip Erin had on her neck. “You’re okay. You have Snooky. I have to go help Mama.”
She pushed the bear into her sister’s hands.
The smell of him reached her before his words—the unmistakable stench of liquor and sweat.
“Did you think you could hide from me here?”
She drew herself up to her full four foot height, and turned in the darkness to face her father.
© Rylee Andrews 2008
Images from Finding Grace.
