Only fourteen more days till publication of DARE ME FOREVER. I'm excited, nervous, and did I mention nervous?
Here it is! I really hope you enjoy it.
Prologue
Amy
I stood at the edge of
the water and felt the cool night sand beneath my feet.
I felt like I was on the
verge of something huge—a transition in my life that would change everything.
The waves crashed softly under the moonlight as the tide gently tugged on my
toes, trying to pull me out, into the deep ocean, the vast unknown. I was scared
about this new time in my life, but even still I felt excitement stirring in me
like water gently set to boil.
It was times like this I
could practically hear my dad’s voice: “In times of trouble, times where you
have to make a big decision, that’s when you’ll learn who you are.” He repeated
it so often that it became almost like a prayer for him. “Are you the kind of
person who lives with her head or with her heart?”
That question stayed
with me, guiding the choices I made, gently pulling at me like the waves at my
feet that night. Dad said, “You can’t predict what cards you’ll be dealt, or
how the dice will role, but you can play it safe, ignore the possibilities
around you, and live a smaller life. Or play out the hand you’ve
gotten with gusto.” He was careful to make sure I understood…he
didn’t believe in gambling but also he didn’t think life should be wasted by
fear. He believed in daring to take the plunge, daring to feel,
daring to live. Well, he lived by his heart, and little good it did
him. At forty-nine years old, he dropped dead of a heart attack.
When he died, I learned
what kind of person I was. The quiet, safe life was the one for me. Unexpected
things could still happen, but I needed to build a life with a strong
foundation, one that was real. Besides, I needed to be practical. I was too
busy taking care of my mom and little brother to entertain thoughts of living
the way Dad had wanted me to.
And I’d made good on my
terms. My little brother was in college, and I was starting my own business.
I wasn’t gambling with my heart, and I wasn’t daring to live boldly. I had made
my choice and was making the best of my life: I just hoped that if my dad could
see me he’d be proud.
But even if you have the
best laid plans, life has a way of taking new turns. Those sturdy
walls I had built, in order to raise my brother Luke and protect myself weren’t
impenetrable. I guess my heart wasn’t satisfied with living safely. But it
wasn’t until I connected with him, emotionally, mentally, sexually,
that I wanted to tear down those walls, open my heart, and dare myself to
really live.
I can't wait to read this!
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