The Way Home (Lights of Peril Book 2)
| The Way Home (Lights of Peril Book 2) | |
| Lights of Peril [3] | |
| A. C. Bextor | |
| A.C. Bextor (2014) | |
| Tags: | Lights of Peril |
Book Two - Lights of Peril, The Way Home should be preceded by Book One - Lights of Peril, Holding On.
Where do you begin to piece back the fragments of a shattered heart?
“I’m letting you go today, it’s time.”
Finally, Sadey is ready to say goodbye to the only man she’s ever loved. With the help of Shame and Mace she’s learning to breathe on her own again; one day at a time.
Her hopes are high and her world is finally coming into focus.
Until someone from her past comes back to help her heal, bringing with him more heartbreak and confusion than she could have ever believed possible.
Ace loves her. For six months, he’s watched her suffer from a distance. Knowing it wasn’t his place to see her through this, but no matter the risk, he won’t stay away.
The Way Home
Lights of Peril
Book Two
A.C. Bextor
Copyright © 201
4 AC Bextor
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Published in the United States of America.
Acknowledgements
Paul.
My best friend, husband, and the man who talks me down from my chaotic thinking daily. Many times I wanted to just make the madness stop, but you never once allowed it. Thank you for making me stick to this and get it finished. I’m done writing… for now. You are
my
“enough.” Never doubt that.
Dallace – Thank you for all the notes you have left around my desk the past few months. I save them all. You were there with me through my crazy moments of disbelief, anger, and elation. You will always be my favorite person. A.L.W.A.Y.S.
My Dad – You can’t read this book either.
You said you wouldn’t read them, so you better not. Your words of praise and encouragement helped me finish the story I wanted to tell and in the manner I wanted to tell it. Thanks for all your support and encouragement through all of this; it means a lot to me.
Courtney – My friend, you have been here reading my sentences before book number one ever published
. Thank you for taking this journey with me, supporting me, and reading each word written before anyone else.
Amy – Alright, sister.
After you witnessed a few meltdowns and panic attacks, you’ve earned a spot here. Thanks for listening to everything when this all started to consume me. Thank you for hosting my recent escapes to LEGO land.
Beta readers –
Samantha Price – Thank you for debating with me at every turn. You gave me a lot to think about and in doing so, made the storyline stronger. I don’t ever tire of hearing your thoughts and I promise to never punch you to get you to be quiet.
Chris
Kovacich – Thank you for being my detail critique. I’m fairly certain there is nothing that gets by you and your pages and pages of suggested changes proves that. You made the story better.
Danielle Johnson –You are truly my own personal confidence bank.
I had many doubts, terrified doubts, that I was doing the right thing. Your constant votes of praise gave me the relief I needed to breathe a little easier. Thank you, so so much.
Renee Taft – You are the ideal reader.
It was as if you were reading it with the eyes of every other person. Thank you for your honest feedback and your eagerness to help me finish.
Dana Hook - Proofreader – After all my crazy thoughts
were written, the beta readers filled gaps, and the editors made it smooth, you still found things to fix. Thank you for doing this with enthusiasm. Your honesty was so appreciated.
Editing and formatting by –
Mary-Nancy Smith – marynancyseagleeyeediting.com. Thank you for holding my hand and explaining this one process at a time. This was my first editing experience and you took a lot of pressure off of me that otherwise would have left me in a bundle of nerves.
Cover design by Melody Simmons of ebookkindiecovers.com
There are a few of you out there that have marketed by book for no personal gain, just the love of the story. Several times I found myself tagged in posts, reviews on the internet, blogs, or you took the time to message or email me your thoughts. I don’t have words to tell you what this means to me. Many times I’ve had to stop and take a breath at your generosity and willingness to allow the books to take up spaces in your libraries. So many of you to name, but most of you know exactly who you are and have heard from me in appreciation. Thank you.
Note to the Readers
You are everything that makes this journey a personal success. The constant emails, messages and postings pushed me forward and gave me the courage to make this sequel everything I wanted it to be.
You stuck with me even during my learning experiences. (Holy crap, there were some brutal lessons to be learned.) There are no words; nothing I could put in print that would ever be enough to give you for allowing me to take a chance and put my work out there for the world to see. I can only hope that with this book, I’ve given your beloved characters the happy ever after that you feel they deserve.
Thank you.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my Grandmother, Bernice.
Rest in peace.
I love you, Granny.
Description
Book Two - Lights of Peril, The Way Home should be preceded by Book One - Lights of Peril, Holding On.
This is not
intended to be a stand-alone novel.
Where do you begin to piece back the fragments of a shattered heart?
“I’m letting you go today, it’s time.”
Finally, Sadey is ready to say goodbye to the only man she’s ever loved.
With the help of Shame and Mace she’s learning to breathe on her own again; one day at a time.
Her hopes are high and her world is finally coming into focus.
Until someone from her past comes back to help her heal, bringing with him more heartbreak and confusion than she could have ever believed possible.
Ace loves her.
For six months, he’s watched her suffer from a distance, knowing it wasn’t his place to see her through this, but no matter the risk, he won’t stay away.
“Sadey, I’ve missed you, okay?
I’ve thought about you. I missed being here, do you understand that? I’ve missed being around you, touching you, holding you, and laughing with you. I missed you before I even left town that night. You chose Hem, not that it was any kind of competition, but you were with Hem. I was never even given the consideration.”
Emotions are high as further truths of betrayal are exposed, leaving everyone to pick up the pieces once again.
Authors note: This novel contains material that is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18. Content includes: drug use, explicit language, violence, rape, and other scenarios with content that readers may find offensive. Please use caution when deciding on this book, as every reader has the right to understand the product before purchase.
Table of Contents
Six months after Hem’s funeral
Sadey-
Memories are what haunt me.
They often come at the worst times, usually when I’m alone without anyone to distract me.
“Sadey, you write this?”
“No.” Oh man, I’m gonna be in trouble.
“Just tell me the truth
. Looks an awful lot like you did. You’re the only girl I know that dots her I’s with little hearts. Did you?”
“Fine
. Yeah, I wrote it, Patrick. Mace told me not to give it to you ‘cause you would say it was yucky and that I’m only fourteen and shouldn’t be writing stuff like that.”
“
Sugar, you are only fourteen and if I find you writing another letter like this and givin’ it to any other boy, I’m goin’ to whip your ass.”
“Sorry.”
I’m embarrassed and don’t want to look at him.
Patrick bends down and hugs me tight, I smell him.
He smells of soap and nasty drinks. He runs his hands through my hair and then pats me on the head like I’m a dog.
“Go outside and play, okay?”
“Yeah, alright. I’ll go outside and play.”
“That’s my Sadey girl.”
That was the first time I ever wrote anyone a love letter. I had just turned fourteen, he was twenty four. I don’t think he understood the importance of it
.