Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Today Only by D. Love

Today Only by D. Love Published: May 11, 2013 Editor: Lizzy Ford Cover Designer: Airicka Phoenix Blurb: In life, there are times you are granted a miracle. It may not be the one you wanted exactly, but it will be the one you need. It will prepare you for the next step in your journey and help you learn to accept the life you are given, even if that life can be heartbreaking. Buy Links Amazon: B&N: Smashwords: EXCERPTS Excerpt #1 - Rye's POV My time here is dwindling. Everything around me – my body, the transition from winter to spring, the height chart marking the growth of my daughter, Emily – reminds me that the hourglass that is my life has only a few grains of sand left. It’s my first thought this morning. I awoke early for a fundraiser, the Big Walk for March of Dimes. I start off with my daily routine. I jump in the shower, trying not to notice how much the droplets of water hurt my skin. The sting is too much this morning. I get out quickly, dry off and throw my hair in a simple ponytail at the base of my neck. I catch my reflection in the mirror and stare at myself for a minute. Just a little longer? So I can watch Em grow up? My mirror doesn’t have an answer for me. "Come on, Em!" I call to my daughter. "Get your shoes on, before we’re late." I turn away from the mirror, then hurry into the living room and grab Emily by the hand. "You ready Em?" I ask. Whatever dread or fear I feel in front of my mirror fades at the sight of Em’s beautiful blue eyes. She looks up at me with the biggest smile, and exclaims, "Yes!" We hop in the car and head towards the Walk. My daughter’s eyes are glowing. "Mama, this is going to be the best walk ever," she almost squeals in excitement. The innocence of my little angel never fails to humble me. She doesn’t yet understand that this might be my last Walk with her. "Yes, honey, this is going to be the best walk ever," I agree. ************************************************* Excerpt #2 Rye's POV I cross to the area that Jett has claimed for his garden. He appears to be in the zone as he works, oblivious to everything. "Good morning," I call. Jett throws dirt in the air and screams like Em. "Good grief! You scared me to death, Rye!" he exclaims, turning. I try to apologize but am laughing so hard, my ribs start hurting. I sit down. When his surprise wears off, Jett laughs as well. It takes me a few minutes to recover. "So, tell me, Jett," I say when I’m able to breathe and speak again, "what is the importance of a garden?" "It’s the healthy way to live," is all he says. "Hmmmm," I reply. There’s got to be more. Any other day, I’d probably ask him more questions. But right now, I’m completely captivated by his work – and his body. He’s always in a t-shirt. Sweat makes it cling to his upper body, outlining the muscles of his wide back. Tracing the definition of each muscle would take me all day, but I would definitely accept the job. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and the kindest. He’s pretty much perfect. "You wanna help me, or just stare at my ass all day?" he asks, twisting to see me. ************************************************* Excerpt #3 Jett's POV My dad and I must have talked for an hour. I tell him about work, about Em’s graduation party and about my intention to ask Rye to marry me. He doesn’t say much about the last part, at least, not until I’m getting ready to leave. That’s when the conversation takes the turn I expected earlier. "One minute, son," he says slowly, thoughtfully. "Yes, sir." "Jett, I want to give you a little more advice." "Alright, sir," was all I could say, worried about what he had to say. "Jett, you understand you are walking into a life of heartbreak, right?" he asks gravely. "Yes, sir," I repeated. "I want you to remember that heartbreak that you are walking into already has people in place. Remember not to remove anyone from their positions, son." "What do you mean, sir?" I ask, puzzled. "What I mean is, remember that everyone has a method to help themselves cope through this tragic circumstance. Whether it’s Dee, reading every night to Rye, or Em, posting notes. Everyone has a coping mechanism to help them survive, until the end. You need to respect that." "Sir, with the utmost respect, I haven’t given up hope." "Son, there is always an end." I get up to leave. My soul hurts, and the pain is physical. My legs shake, and I feel that panicky anger I did the other night. I walk down the porch then stop, turning to see my dad. "Sir, how did you make it through this with Mom?" I ask him in a hushed voice. "I did what you have chosen to do, live in the here and now," he replies. "I love you, son. I don’t want to see you hurt the way I did." ************************************************* Author Bio I live in Maine. My biggest passion is for my family and friends. I adore loving others as if it is the biggest gift life can offer. I'm a read-a-holic, loves chocolate, cowboys and everyone on Young Adult & Teen Readers Facebook page. My dream is to travel to Australia one day and see a kangaroo. I am nothing but simple. I do a lot of volunteer work. I have 2 beautiful daughters. 4 grandchildren, that constantly ask me if I lived in the black & white days. My inspiration would be my daughters. Rita for her strength to keep fighting and constantly trying to take care of me, even though sometimes she can’t get out of bed & Kayla, for helping to pick up all the pieces that seem to fall when times get rough, and the love they have for me. Blog: Author Facebook page: Personal Facebook: Twitter: GIVEAWAY Rafflecoptor a Rafflecopter giveaway


  1. It appears this is going to be a very soulful book.

  2. Oh my goodness how did I miss this. Thank you so much for your beautiful post, and having me!


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