Kaitlyn Jones is back in the continuing saga of romance, mystery, love and intrigue. With more telepathy, more action and secret spy-stuff!
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“Tom’s not dead! I would feel it!”
Having been so connected, would she feel different?
This exciting second book of the Kaitlyn Jones series will answer this… maybe.
Kaitlyn Jones the exceptionally strong telepath, now reeling over the news of Tom’s death is suddenly thrown into the midst of a true mystery. Is he really dead? With reluctance in her heart, disbelief and conflicting dreams strengthening an inner feeling that something is not right; Kaitlyn embarks upon a cross-country journey to seek the truth.
With an investigators determination, she stumbles into a career that introduces new opportunities, new enemies and opens old wounds. While on an emotional roller coaster of grief, determination and humility, she is led to an amazing discovery. Join Kaitlyn on this tumultuous journey as she discovers the truth behind it all.
If you thought “The Creation of Kaitlyn Jones” was an exciting book, you’ll be astounded to see what’s going to happen next!
It had finally started to sink in, saying the words out loud, the reality of the situation. “I will never get to feel him in my arms again…” And then her heart began to break.
“I will never get to share with him my fears, my worries, my happiness. I will never get to talk with him again, to listen to that wonderfully warm voice of his… I’m going to miss him.” A tear streaked down her face and suddenly the entire crowd disappeared to her. She was alone in her mind with her thoughts, with her pain but she kept talking aloud.
“God I’m going to miss you Tom. Why did I give you such a hard time? Why did I walk away from you when you came to me, when you tried to give me another chance? Why was I so blinded by my own hate that I couldn’t see this wonderful man in my life?” The pain had started from the pit of her stomach, but it moved up her spine. It found her heart, and shattered it; it found her lungs and collapsed them.
“Why did I never try to contact you? I wanted to so many times, but I couldn’t find the strength. I couldn’t find the courage.” The pain moved up to her throat, scratching it sharply along its way, then the back of her sinuses, making her eyes swell up, tears so ready to burst through her eyes that she couldn’t see through them anymore. “Why did I wait so long? Why did I wait so long, too long? I wanted to tell you so much. I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me. I wanted to tell you how right you were, how I wish I could turn back time and accept your proposal then, instead of walking away…” The tears were flowing freely now.
“Why did I do this to myself? Why did I let myself ignore my true feelings, ignore you? I wanted so much to take you into my arms, to hold you, to kiss you. I wanted to be the woman you knew I could be but that I had no idea I truly was.” Kaitlyn found it hard to breathe now, but she couldn’t stop speaking, and she couldn’t stop crying.
“I can’t believe you’re gone! You’re gone and there’s nothing I can do about it! Please Lord, don’t let it be true! Please God, give me another chance, give him another chance.” Kaitlyn had now fallen to the floor, down onto her knees, trembling, shaking. Her hands together in front of her, pointed high to the sky in prayer.
“Please give me one last opportunity, one last chance to fix things. To at least say goodbye. To see him once again. But I don’t want to say goodbye! You can’t make me say goodbye! Lord, I won’t say goodbye!” Her hands dropped to the floor where she used them to support her body, which had seemed to go limp.
“Please Lord don’t do this! Please just give me another chance! I promise I’ll try harder! I promise I’ll work harder at helping people! I won’t waste my life! I won’t continue down this path if you only let me talk to him one more time! Please!” Panic began filling her body. “Please Lord don’t take him from me! I need him! I want him! Please!” By now Marge had run up to Kaitlyn, knelt down next to her and cradled Kaitlyn in her arms. But Kaitlyn was still in pure passionate panic mode.
“Please Lord, please! I promise I won’t waste the chance. I promise I’ll make every second worth your time!” The congregation had started to murmur but they all also felt Kaitlyn’s grief. They all knew her anger and fear. They all knew that she had alone deprived herself of this love, the love they all knew she knew she had lost out on.
The tears were forming too fast. Kaitlyn felt ill. How could this have happened? How could she not feel anything more in her body? Her body felt empty, her soul felt empty, like everything she ever cared about had been ripped from it. How could she have been so connected to him, and so much in love with him, and not know what he was feeling, thinking? How come she couldn’t feel him now? Why hadn’t she felt him die? They were so close before, as close as soul mates, in fact they were soul mates! Feeling each others feelings, each others pain. Granted it hadn’t happened in quite some time, but once a connection like theirs was created, could it really ever be severed? Forever?
Kaitlyn knew she had caused a scene, she knew she had lost every ounce of control in front of everyone she knew and didn’t. But she couldn’t stop crying. She couldn’t stop feeling the amount of pain in her body that tore at her soul, her now empty soul. The pain in her heart was terrorizing her, blinding her, keeping the breath from her very lungs. Her blood began to pulse through her body faster and faster, making her head swim, making her dizzy and finally making her blackout.