Passion isn't always enough to heal a broken heart; love isn't always enough to guide you through the darkness.
Isabel Nichols's life changed in more ways than one through the years. As a young child, she experienced a loss that devastated her. It wasn't until she was an adult that the universe around her shattered. In a twenty-four-hour time frame, she lost what she'd thought was her world. What followed next was a year of mourning, a year of grieving, a year of darkness.
Now, there's one man who can show her the light.
Dakota Jackson left his life behind on a whim, moving to a beach cottage away from the big city. He sees through Izzie's clouds as he gets to know her, and has the drive to be everything that she's ever needed. The only problem is, Dakota holds the key to a secret that could ruin both of their hopes and dreams.
Can love cure all things despite it's hardships?
This novel is about two souls that were meant to be together from the day they were born. Two people who have to figure out a way to look past the memories. It's the now; it's living your life as you're meant to, loving the one your heart craves. It's about letting go of the grieving, learning to be who you are, and accepting life for what it is.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / ContemporaryFading Memories holds it's own within ranking. I've also been playing around with the best catagory and keywords for the title recently. Currently today we are ranked at 98,785 overall for the Kindle store, but last week we were 35,000
Peter, my ex-fiancé, never sent an electric shock through my body or made it scream to be extinguished. Even as I stand here, I’m still humming. If this is going to happen every time Dakota’s near me, then the need to carry around a gallon of ice-cold water is necessary. Either that or I’ll steer clear of him. Thinking that I’d really look like a dork for carrying water around, I’m choosing to ignore him.
I reach for my phone to text Kelsey and Leah, and spot Dakota. He’s leaning against the rail of his deck, watching the waves crash against the shore. Now changed into a pair of black swim trunks with no shirt, his muscles are glistening and I notice some black ink on his arm, but I can’t be sure from here.
Coming back to earth, I swipe my phone open and finally start typing out that text.
Me: Issues with the wine, can one of you stop and pick some up? You know which ones to get.
Hitting send, I start trying to figure out a way to explain this problem.
Kelsey: Really? You sloshed? I’ll stop and pick it up since I know I’ll be early.
The next chirp comes from Leah. “I’m going to need to know why you had issues with the wine. That’s not like you. Running late, thanks.”
I’m not shocked that Leah’s running late; she’s never on-time—ever.
I shake my head at the two of them because I know they’re going to have a field day with this little predicament. I need to get a grip on this feeling I have.
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Translated by Carolina García
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