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Jack's continuing exploration of the afterlife expands his journey from Purgatory to Heaven. Happily content with his relationships, Jack is free to discover the many surprises that are still awaiting him in the many levels of Limbo. But Jack's world was about to be turned upside down by the blind vengeance of pain.
He had everything: love, a family and all the happiness he could ever ask for. In a flash it was all gone and only he remained. Bitter from his loss, he unconsciously vowed to make everyone as miserable as he was. Even reaching through time and space to play his twisted games could only bring him a modicum of happiness. That was his life, until he saw her again.
I would suggest buying this from the publisher as Amazon and anyone supposedly having a copy on Amazon have severely jacked up the prices.
The book doesn't get printed UNTIL it is ordered and since we haven't gotten any royalties from sales yet there is no way anyone on Amazon has a copy.
Here's the link
a href="http://www.publishamerica.net/product24532.html">www.publishamerica.net/product24532.html/a> | |  | | Too Many Tears
Alishia Constance Marie Morris was born to an immigrant family coming from France to marvel in the wealth of the New World. Her young life was full of happy childhood experiences until the night of her fifth birthday. On that night, the fragile hope of youth was shattered when her parents abandoned Alishia. But Alishia emerged from the fragments of her youth to find a new life. Dimetre LaGuerre, a wealthy land owner, took her in. He raised her to be an educated and self-reliant woman. Dimetre also showered her with enough love to overcome the pain of her youth. With his love and understanding, Alishia was able to conquer even the most difficult of situations. His love allowed her to see a brighter future. His love was the only sight she had. Alishia Constance Marie Morris was born blind. But was Dimetre’s fatherly love enough for her heart?
When I reached the field that the hands were currently working in, I stopped to rest. I stopped for a moment to take in my surroundings before continuing. Sweat poured down my body as the sun started to set behind the trees. The cornfields of the western acreage were almost harvested. Birds sang a beautiful song in the swaying trees around the fields. A taste of freshly turned soil flowed through the air on imaginary waves. My horse felt strong and proud as I rode out with the cart. In the spicy scents, a definite odor of fallen leaves dominated the world in general. This was my private |
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