cost of the love of her life. Always a survivor, she’s determined to move on
with her life, for her sake, and the sake of her son, even if she has to leave
everything and everyone behind.
was gone, but Tori can still feel the raw magnetism pulling her toward a ghost.
tempt Tori, but she continues to ache for Sebastian.
regarding Jose remain unanswered.
past revisits her? With Jose still being out there, will Tori and her son ever
be truly safe?
died. Two years since being told that Jose Alvarez was still out there. And two
years since I was told I was pregnant.
the pill. But it was well worth it when I looked into the eyes of my baby.
Sebastian’s baby. Our child.
the wall beckoned like a tease, and my eyes darted to the dreaded numbers. My
mind went back to those horrible couple of days.
mind. Jose kidnapping me. Sebastian showing up. Us both shot. The blur of the
hospital. My lover. Dead. Doctors and nurses in my face. Then news of the
pregnancy. My head whirled when I got sucked into my thoughts. Real, as if it
was yesterday. Realizing I would have to raise a child on my own.
and ached. His eyes had slipped from blue to brown, and he reminded me so much
them off. I headed to the front door and made sure it was locked. I looked out
the window and noticed a big black car a couple of houses away. Relief
fluttered through me. The Feds were watching. Protecting me and my son from
on my counter.
bedroom house and headed right to my baby’s room. After throwing the door open,
I stood there, panting, gripping my chest as my heart raced against my rib
from his crib, a big smile on his beautiful chubby face.
the thumping in my ears. “Hi, baby. You sure like giving your mama a heart
attack, don’t you?”
the writing world early 2013. My aunt suggested that I write a story because
I’m an avid reader but I waved it off and left it alone. Well this year, a story
came to me and I went with it. It took me a little bit but I finally got a
story idea that worked and now I can’t stop or control the characters/stories
that keep popping up in my head.
I’m born and raised in Canada and I live with my very
wonderful and supportive husband, Michael. We don’t have any children (yet)
unless you count our two cats. He’s been my rock through this whole new
experience for me. I couldn’t have done it without him and my friends and
life is that I’m learning constantly. It’s never a dull moment and as long as
one person likes my story, I am happy.