The past refused to let their love die.
The last thing Loretta “Lo” Inam expected to find on her new dating service was the one man who shattered her heart. Dating without seeing each other or knowing the other’s name seemed perfect. She spent seven months falling for the charming man with a deep voice and a strong personality. Connecting over their love of 80’s movies, the outdoors, and more, she’s ready to call him the one. Imagine her shock when she sees her lost love, Tomas Garcia.
Attorney to a prestigious family law firm, Tomas Garcia is tired of hooking up with women who only want him for what he can give them. The new dating site was perfect for his needs. Meeting his mystery woman and falling in love over late-night conversations, online dates with the camera turned off, and secret sharing, he was ready to commit. A first meeting at the bar reveals her to be the one woman he always regretted letting go of.
Did fate bring them back together, or was it an unfortunate case of coincidence?
It’s OK Not To Be OK: How To Cope With Grief and Anger After The Loss of A Loved One
We live in a fast-paced, almost frantic world.
Every day, we rush to work, we rush home, and we create timetables by which we live because there are simply not enough hours in a day.
When you get sick, you get a few days off from work (if that), and you’re expected to bounce back in a flash.
When you break up with someone and feel like your world is crashing around you, the bosses don’t care, and your friends tell you to forget about it and move on.
So what happens when you have to go through the hardest experience in life – the loss of a loved one?
Is there a timetable for mourning?
Everyone who has ever lost someone will tell you that, sadly, there is. You are expected to bounce back after a certain time as if your emotions work like a button.
This is simply the society we created, and sometimes, it backfires on us.
But here’s a piece of news to ease your mind and soul: no matter what society tells you, you have the right to mourn as long as you want, in any way you want.
Grief isn’t tangible, nor can it be measured or standardized.
The best thing you can do is give yourself time.
The second best thing you should do for yourself is to get to know your grief.
Once you delve deep into it, once you get a grasp on all those emotions you’re feeling, you’ll be able to live with them, overcome some of them, and ultimately, move on.
In Living With Loss, you’ll discover:
- 8+ most common misconceptions about grief debunked and rationalized, to take away your guilt from not playing by society’s rules
- The physical, emotional, and behavioral symptoms of grief that will make you understand what both your body and mind are going through
- A guide through the 5 stages of grief to help you discover why you’re feeling a certain way, as well as figure out how to get through it
- How and why the ancient wisdom of stoicism can ease your grieving process and change your outlook on life and death
- Why avoidance can be your biggest enemy, and how to stop avoiding your emotions while in mourning
- Solutions for dealing with anger, to help you understand the emotion and stop it from making you bitter and resentful
- How to use the Wim-Hof Method to work through your grief and bring balance back into your life
And much more.
Dealing with the loss of a loved one is usually what people think about when grief is mentioned.
But grief has many faces. It can consume you when you lose your job, your faith, or when you go through a change in lifestyle.
Whatever the reason, the heavy emotional state of grief needs to be worked on.
So give yourself permission to mourn and take your time.
If you’re determined not to let your grief consume you and take control over your life, then scroll up and click the “Add to Cart” button right now.
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Date Published: 4/27/2021
Publisher: Level Best Books (S&S)
COLDWATER REVENGE is the story of two brothers involved with the same woman, and the ensuing crisis when one brother begins to suspect the other of helping her cover up a murder.
Billy Pearce was still alive, though neither he nor his killer knew it. The plunge into the icy darkness of Coldwater Lake brought Billy back to consciousness, but not awareness. His body filled the narrow sleeping bag. Cement blocks at his feet ensured that it found bottom and stayed there. Where his face filled the opening at the top of the bag, strobes of sparkling moonlight made prisms of the bubbles that could well be his last mortal breath. But Billy didn’t think about that. His mind was somewhere else. This had happened to him before, a long time ago, and his mind went back there now.
When Billy was thirteen, he’d decided to break into a golf course clubhouse on the far side of Wilson Cove to steal liquor that he’d heard had been left in the basement storeroom over the winter. Temperatures had been unseasonably warm for most of the month. But Billy had decided to chance the walk across the late winter ice, rather than risk being spotted along the lake road at an hour when boys his age were presumed to be in school.
The frozen ice crackled and popped beneath his feet like a bowl of breakfast cereal. Billy imagined the party he would have with the liquor he was going to steal. And while he busied himself with a short mental list of who he could invite that would not rat him out, the snap, crackle pop went WHOOSH! and he plunged like a clown through a trap door into the freezing lake. In an instant, his heavy winter jacket sponged its weight in brain-numbing ice water, boots filled like pails and the whole soggy weight of it dragged him rapidly toward bottom.
But Billy didn’t panic. His egghead family may have thought him deficient because of his constant troubles in school and his indifference to books, but Billy was brighter than they knew, and a childhood of disapproval had made him stoic and unflappable.
As his body drifted toward bottom, Billy methodically removed everything that was weighing him down: jacket, boots, shirt and trousers—everything but underwear. That done, he looked for the halo of light that would mark the spot where his fall had punched a temporary hole in the rotting ice. When he found it, and before his breath could give out or his mind succumb to the numbing cold, Billy had kicked and clawed his slim, nearly naked body through the hole and onto the ice.
Now, on a starless October night a dozen years later, his mind went back to that time where his body knew what to do and his brain was confident that everything would be all right if he just didn’t panic. Inside the sleeping bag, his hands methodically removed a coat that was not really there, kicked off a pair of heavy boots that were not there either and lastly slipped-off the trousers that were. Then, as his face turned to find the wall of white where memory told him a patch of brighter white would guide him to a hole he must find and climb through if he were to survive, he abruptly ceased to remember, or to think at all. Because this time, Billy Pearce was dead.
About the Author
James A. Ross has at various times been a Peace Corps Volunteer, a CBS News Producer in the Congo, a Congressional Staffer and a Wall Street Lawyer. His short fiction has appeared in numerous literary publications and his short story, Aux Secours, was recently nominated for a Pushcart prize.
Would a glimpse into Christ’s eyes change your life forever?
Stories of twelve New Testament women who did look into Christ’s eyes–and their lives were forever changed. Their stories are presented in chronological order, so the entire book is a picture of Christ’s life and earthly ministry, from beginning to end, as seen through the eyes of these women.
Elisabeth, the mother of John the Baptist. Christ’s Mother, Mary. Anna, prophetess at the temple. The Samaritan woman at Jacob’s Well. The widow whose only son is raised from the dead. The woman who washes Christ’s feet with her tears. The woman who touches Christ’s hem and is healed. The Gentile woman with great faith. The adulteress caught in the very act. Martha. Pilate’s wife. Mary Magdalene at the tomb.
Imagine the love they must have seen. When the Messiah laid His hands upon their heads and blessed them, what great power and love did they feel emanating from Him? When the Savior forgave them of their sins and healed them, body and soul, imagine the power that must have surged through them. It is hard to imagine what they must have felt just standing in His presence, one of the crowd.
These women did not have to imagine. They knew–as long as there is a Savior, there is hope.