What an amazing place
No longer are we limited by the boundaries of
geography,
time, and
timidity.
Sitting before the blinking curser upon my snow-bright screen, I can watch my letters go zipping across the whiteness, leaving behind thoughts, emotions sometimes too personal to
speak out loud...and that is how I met him.
Divorce is such an ugly ordeal. It strips you of all sense of not so much security...
as confidence in your own ability to judge the world you have chosen to commit to. It drives you
to your knees with such ruthless cruelty, no matter how
AMICABLE you and your soon-to-be ex say you want it to be...troubled waters still spin, and ensnare you.
Burned
...yes, that is the feeling...burned alive, your skin, your heart, your very soul,
charcoal strips dangling from the you you'd believed yourself to be, and no idea how to put the tatters together again.
My name is Carrie Marsh, and that is where my mind, heart, and devastated soul were when Rob Immed me with a playful
I could not believe a MAN could be so tender...not with the nastiness of a divorce
consuming me day-in-day-out. Men were nothing like this Rob Edwards pretended to be. NO they are all like the man I THOUGHT my soon-to-be ex is.
How do you
the words opening before you upon your
screen from a stranger so far away with the
mean-spirited words of the man you'd shared every morning and night with who was now abandoning you via the wrenching process known universally as
DIVORCE?
is such a fragile thing and once
shattered, almost more effort than it is worth trying to reattach it to something remotely resembling the you you might have been once, how long ago was it? Too long ago now to remember with the
haze of pain divorce wrecks clouding your mind.
Rob, gentle, funny, kind, and steady. Do men like him really exist? Or is this a
offered up because there is such anonymity here in
the cyberworld?
But it does not FEEL anonymous. His words, the timber of his voice across the
fiber optic clarity of
today's phones begins to stir things within me...things I was so certain had been buried when
my marriage ended.
Could I have been wrong? Was there really hope that the future might not be the
gaping hole of emptiness and remembered hurt?
Two years...that's how long it has been now since Rob Immed his
The razor sharp
edges of anguish seems mute, distant...could it be, placed in the past with a future of hope and God Help me,
LOVE awaiting just beyond that last tremulous wisp of fear?
He wants to meet...he wants to come here. He wants...and Dear God...so do I.
Could it be we are meant to be two-into-one together?
Can such miracles happen by sitting here in front of my computer screen watching the
curser blinking across the screen leaving words so powerful they have stirred back to life the woman of passion and joy?
All I have to do is say yes and he will journey here for the ultimate truth between us. If I refuse I can always cling to this excitment of what is and imagine what might have been...but if I don't take this step and cross the last remnants of my failed marriage, won't I have let my ex and the nastiness of divorce be the final words that define me?
Carrie, stands at the station wearing the red coat, her heart in her throat, her body clad beneath the coat in sexy black under garments waiting, praying, hoping...will he be on that train when it finally arrives...?
Natalie Dae, cover artist Syneca and Erotic publisher
Ellora's Cave have the answer. Will you be brave the elements and take the next step to see what Carrie chooses?
Follow this LINK to Natalie Dae's website for more about this multi-talented author, and then high-tail it over to Ellora's Cave for Carrie and Rob's story ably documented by Ms. Dae in her Ellora's Cave release
Soul Keeper.
