Metaphorically lost I can understand. My heroine in my latest book can understand that, too. Lacy Dahl has learned her husband wasn't what she thought he was - after he's dead. Her father died shortly before her husband, and now her mother has died. But these are her adopted parents. As an infant, she was the sole survivor of the plane crash that killed her parents. She's feeling a bit lost, alone. That's the kind of lost I can understand. No physical roadsigns to give direction. She goes in search of who she is and finds...lots of secrets, lies, murder - and love.
Lacy Dahl never questioned her past until the deaths of her adoptive parents and her husband. A husband who wasn't what he seemed. Her research uncovers secrets about the mother she never knew; secrets that dispute the identity of her father and threaten her life.
Sheriff Chance Meadowlark is still haunted by the murder of his wife and the revenge he unleashed in the name of justice. When he meets Lacy he is determined not to become involved, but their pasts may make that impossible. As they move closer to the truth, saving Lacy may be his only salvation.
Lacy begins to think the present is more important than her past...until Chance's connection to her mother and a murder spin her deeper into danger and further from love. Will the truth destroy Lacy and Chance or will it be the answer that frees them?
"Lost" can mean a lot of things, can't it?
A mother she never knew, the identity of her father disputed – secrets, threats and murder. Lacy’s past and present collide spinning her deeper into danger and farther from love.