Jill Prescott returned from self-imposed seclusion to help save her best friend Devan’s life. Throwing herself into Devan’s problems and bringing an evil organization to its knees might just be the distraction she needs to keep living without the only man she’s ever loved. Her life changed forever when she was hired to spend a week with Doc Massey.
On the day she became a vampire her youthful innocence ended, but Doc’s love rescued her from being consumed by the darkness. The shadow of that former life continues to loom over her, keeping her from realizing her own self-worth. Running from her past only brings her closer to a destiny that is inextricably connected to what she is trying to escape…
Every gift has both a reward and a price, because All of it fits…
Here is an excerpt from the book for you to get a taste.:
Running her hands up and down the girl’s legs, Jill searched for any sign of fracture, but found none. She wasn’t an expert or a doctor, but she’d broken plenty of bones and knew what they felt like. The child’s bones felt to be intact. Bringing her face close, she spoke softly, “I don’t feel any breaks. Hey cutie, what’s your name?”
“B…Belle…” came the whispered response.
“Wow, now that’s a name. A perfect name for a perfect girl!” Jill gushed, squeezing the child.
Doc said not a word as he swabbed the burns and then smeared some salve onto them, all the while keeping a close eye on Jill’s ministrations. After quick examination, he agreed with her original assessment that Belle didn’t have any broken bones.
“Belle,” he said, pulling her away from the sanctuary in Jill’s arms. “I need you to look at me and tell me what you can see.”
When her eyes fluttered open they took a moment to focus, then she smiled like a little angel. “Your eyes are pretty.”
Jill leaned in. “I couldn’t agree more. How many fingers, though?”
The girl looked at the hand Doc held up as if only just realizing it was there, “Three.”
“Bravo, Belle. Bravo. I think you can go home now.”
The lovely little girl seemed reluctant to release her hold on Jill. Turning toward her she smiled when she saw the Looney Tunes characters on Jill’s jammies and she stuck out a pudgy finger.
“Like ‘em?” Jill asked, taking the fabric in hand at her shoulders and holding it up, “I’m all about the right pajamas. Bed time is the time when a girl can truly show all of her colors. You remember that, Belle. The rest of the time we have to live up to other’s expectations, but nighttime we can be us. Got it?”
About the Author – Olivia Hardin realized early on how strange she was to have complete movie-like character dreams as a child. Eventually she began putting those vivid dreams to paper and was rarely without her spiral notebooks full of those mental ramblings. Her forgotten vision of becoming an author was realized when she connected with a group of amazingly talented and fabulous writers who gave her lots of direction and encouragement. With a little extra push from family and friends, she hunkered down to get lost in the words. She’s also an insatiable crafter who only completes about 1 out of 5 projects, a jogger who hates to run, and is sometimes accused of being artistic, though she’s generally too much of a perfectionist to appreciate her own work. A native Texas girl, Olivia lives in the beautiful Lone Star state with her husband and their puppy Bonnie.