Second Gift Series, Book 1
Savanna Thompson knows what it’s like when you blink and your life shatters. She’s been hiding her divorce from her best friend Cassie, but she knows she can’t any longer. Cassie’s husband, a firefighter, just died. Savanna rushes home, along with her one-year-old daughter to help, and now she’s staying with Cassie in a nursery meant for a baby that won’t ever exist.
She will fix their relationship, but it’s complicated with Jason around. He’s the firefighter who saved Savanna’s life two and a half years ago. He just lost his best friend, and like Cassie, he blames himself for Mike’s death. When he convinced Mike to remain with the department, how could he know Mike would die fighting a house fire?
Though hurting herself, something deep inside her won’t let her walk away. Jason needs her but she’s off limits on so many levels. She’s falling for this sexy firefighter but he confuses her to no end. Being stuck in the middle is enough stress, plus her own problems are festering behind her helping smile. Can Savanna find the balance between loving Jason, helping Cassie, and taking care of herself and her daughter? Or is she going to lose this bet and her best friend?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralThis is the first book in a series of two books so far. I hope to translate the second one as well. Embers of Hope has sold 8,000 copies in English. Overall, I've sold 118,000 copies of all of my novels, and ranked in the top 100 in three countries so far.
A screaming alarm jarred Savanna from a deep sleep, and she stumbled out of bed, moving before thinking. It was only 3 a.m. She groaned and fumbled toward her bedroom door to go turn it off but paused when she coughed. Her eyes stung and the air felt dry and hot, sucking her breath away.
Smoke! Her heartbeat skyrocketed into a painful and fast sprint. Where was it coming from? She stretched out her hand, planning to test the shut door, but she felt heat before even touching it.
Whipping around, she ran to her bedroom window and tried to pry it open. She could jump from the second story. A broken bone wasn’t as bad as facing the flames on the other side of the door. She could probably land with just a few bruises anyway. Right?
Why wouldn’t it open? She pried and yanked the window, cursing, until she felt it give. It slid up a few inches, just enough to let in more smoke. How could the smoke come in from her bedroom door and through the window? There had to be some way to get out. With her face pressed to the window, she could see an orange glow from flames billowing out of the apartment right below her.
She was smack on top of the fire.
The buzzing fear in her chest spread all over her body. Enough smoke had made its way into her room for her to see it now, and it grew thicker by the second.
She couldn’t get out this way, and there was no way she wanted to sit and wait for the flames to burn through the door.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Ana Silva
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by María Gabriela Guzmán Miguel
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