Emma is lost and alone. Will a secret admirer save her from herself?
With the recent loss of her father, Emma Dawson struggles to get from one day to the next. When she starts receiving gifts from a secret admirer, she finds herself being forced to reevaluate everything she thought she knew. Will she open her heart to the mystery man of her dreams, or will a blast from the past sweep her off her feet? Can they be one in the same?
Excerpt
Wrapping my burgundy fleece throw around my shoulders, I tucked my knees closer to my chest and took a tentative sip of my coffee. Chilled from the cool winter weather, I exhaled, smiling as the puff of vapor floated between my lips. The air was thick with the early morning fog. A light drizzling mixture of sleet and snow sprinkled onto the parched, cracked earth. It’d been a hot and dry summer here in Northern Texas, and the fall hadn’t given us much rain, either. Now, with winter setting in, we’d managed to get a bit more moisture, but nowhere close to what we needed.
I’d always enjoyed the rain; it made me think of my father. He’d say, “Rain is bits of heaven falling on our shoulders, little one.”
Brushing away the tears under my eyes, I tried to stop myself from losing control over my grief. They had told me it would get easier with time, but almost a year had passed, and every day he crept his way into my memories. Death was a way of life, I knew this, but to lose him before I had the chance to tell him goodbye hurt more than I wanted to admit. All I wanted was one more heartbeat.
