When I tried to come up with my definition of possibilities, options and opportunities came to mind. According to Noah Webster and others, the word possibilities means a future prospect or potential, the power of happening. All of which conjure up images of optimism and confidence. The skies the limit, if you will. And don’t we each have our own dreams and aspirations to fulfill?
My small way of showering you with possibilities, and maybe doing some dream aspiring too, is to share a free download of my latest release, Night Stars and Mourning Doves. This is the story of Eric and Elyse and sixth of the Dearly Beloved series from the Last Rose of Summer Line of The Wild Rose Press.
Today marks the middle day of a five day, April 9-13, giveaway on Amazon KDP Select. One click here takes you there.
Two pasts riddled with grief, one chance for happiness. Unless fate decides otherwise.
“Remodeling your home to accommodate Jay and me. Isn’t that a little extreme?”
Lips pursed, he shook his head. “Your mother and I have talked about adding on for years. Anyway, whatever we put into this house should increase its value eventually.” Setting aside the paper once and for all, his expression mellowed as he regarded his son. “Helping you out is helping us out.”
“It’s nice to hear you say that. And I want you to know I do appreciate what you’re doing for us. Especially Jay.”
“Losing your mother at any age is tough,” he replied as he stood. “It’s gotta be especially devastating when you’re as young as my grandson. He still needs someone to care for him like a mother, and Iris is more than up to the task.”
“She is that,” Eric began, then made himself quit talking.
Hard to admit, but he wanted someone to care for him, or at least listen when he needed them to. It wasn’t easy to look for a woman when you’re mortally injured and still require time to heal. Right now, it seemed all the time in the world would never make him whole again.
“You know how to work the security system.” Elyse pushed the necessary buttons on the installed coffee machine to make her morning brew.
“I know. But, I didn’t want to do that then walk in while you were asleep and scare you.”
There was no need to verbalize what they both knew too well. For all of the take charge exterior and fearless attitude displayed in her professional life, big sister scared easily when she was alone. Which became evident to both of them after an incident a couple of months after Elyse left Vince for good.
Angela had walked into the house without knocking and surprised her in an upstairs bedroom. It had taken her a full minute to stop screaming. Double that and more before she quit shaking.