Don’t judge a book by its cover! Nothing, and no one, is EVER what they seem.
Ellen Christenson escaped from an abusive life, but can you ever truly escape the scars on your soul? You try and move on, but life’s patterns tend to repeat until you have learned their lessons.
Ellen’s life choices bring her full circle to the scenes of her abuse, and she will need to deal with the past in ways she never anticipated for the healing to begin. She must repair her soul and all the people she has devastated along the way.
Ellen hadn’t intended to end up in the high-tech world of Silicon Valley, but she finds herself the head of a start-up. Cool, calculating, and efficient—this is the mask she shows to the world. Few people, if any, know the real Ellen.
Nearby San Francisco provides Ellen a never-ending supply of girlfriends, but are her internal scars concealing her desire to find that one special woman … a kindred soul … her soul mate?
For years, Ellen has borne the guilt of her decision to allow another to die for their sins. Now, Ellen is blown away by the feelings and emotions she has suppressed for so long!
Genre: FICTION / LesbianVery well-received book, sold modestly well.
CHAPTER ONE
REMEMBRANCES
She stared at the ruins of a once beautiful farm house. Memories came, flashing back in an instant yet spanning years. There once stood a beautiful pair of oak trees with a swing between them for her to play on. She could still hear the echoes of her mother telling her to be careful as she climbed them. Skinned knees and scraped palms; she never complained about the slivers her mother had to remove because of her tomboyish activities. The shade of those oak trees provided her with endless hours of escape from the relentless sun but still she would burn from it. The wind would part the leaves and beams of sunlight would beat down between them, making her red hair shimmer. Her imagination could play for hours as she gazed up through them, envisioning them as towering giants and she a mere mortal. She loved those trees.
“I can’t believe you climb like a monkey, and in a dress, too!” her mother would scold. She remembered that fondly – the inflections – the lilt in her mother’s voice was still in her consciousness despite the span of years.
The house still tilted haphazardly. Weather and time hadn’t pulled it to the ground and for this she was surprised as she stared at its sturdy build. Her great-grandparents had been among the first to build in this area and had used good wood and stone to construct their sturdy home. Their son and granddaughter had both raised families in this house. She scowled as she remembered she had been the last raised there.
It looked well picked over. The weeds around the place were elbow high and although she hadn’t seen it in over twenty years, she couldn’t help but wonder why it hadn’t yet been torn down, which was why she was now there.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Yanina Medina
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