Ever since I started writing this story, I’ve had an image in my head for it’s cover. I kept picturing a woman looking down at her hands and the earth around her. Try as I might, I couldn’t get the image out of my head. Which is a good thing!
Not exactly sure where this story is leading, but I thought that I’d share what I’ve written, so far. Started this a little while ago out of the blue. Enjoy!
Clamping his lips together, Cheyenne Holt fought the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks as he smoothed away the stray raven curls that framed Ginny Mayweather’s pale face.
“I’m so sorry that I couldn’t save you,” he whispered softly.
Gazing down at her prone form, he wanted very much to trade his own life for hers. He hated himself for failing to protect her. It was the one thing that she had asked of him. The one request that he had not been able to fulfill. Ryan Creed had made sure of that. Continue reading →