G. M. Stevens
Category:
Drama
Type: Fiction
When head strong James Raven loses the love of his life he finds out he's only human - badly flawed and made of flesh.Bad decisions leave him and his infant son in a desperate situation, but before he can save his son, others will die and secrets will be buried in the Loess Hills of Missouri.
James Raven thought he’d found a good life, but he turned away for just a moment and it was gone. His hopes and dreams were swept away by a drowning undertow of the Platte River. Now James needs a savior… from himself and for his son’s sake.
Esther Barton is the neighbor girl James would have never dreamt of being with, yet she’s right there to save him in his time of need. Her brand of saving involves merciless cruelty and constant self-righteous judgment. James’s life now hangs in the balance, until…
James’s old friend Tom Andrews steps in to find the worst scene a father could imagine and to save them all. Now they have blood on their hands and a secret to bury in the Loess Hills of Missouri.
Excerpt
James’s heart halted, and he held his breath as his eyes began to search the water. He stared in confusion to where he had left her standing. He saw nothing down the stream, and the muscle in his chest began to beat hard and fast. He spun around on the bank, assuming she had surely followed him to the shore and he simply had not noticed. No. She was not there. His breath began to come in pants.
“Evangeline!” He yelled out as he clutched little Jim in his arms and hurried back out into the river. He fought the water to move with speed, but its undercurrents made him struggle. His eyes filled with terror, as he saw nothing but muddy water in every direction he looked.
Panicked, he searched for any glimpse of his wife. He moved through the deep water in the slow motion the currant forced of him. His heart raced, and the baby began to sob in his arms, surely feeling his father’s frantic heart beating out a warning in his chest.
“Evangeline!” James hollered, and little Jim began to bawl harder as his father kept running, retracing his steps in the heavy water.
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