My theater ambitions behind me, I decided to do the “mature,” “grown up” thing and went back to college. As I worked toward my Bachelor’s degree in marketing I did a lot of writing. Essays, research papers, PowerPoint presentations. All of it mandatory, none of it what I would ever call fun. Even then, becoming a writer never entered my mind. No, then I was going to be a business tycoon…or somethin’.
Truth be told, I never picked writing. It picked me. During my time as a stay at home mom I needed an outlet to give me a mental break from diapers, formula and midnight feedings. That’s when my hands found their way back to the keyboard. Story ideas began coming at such an incessant rate that my rapidly clicking fingers couldn’t keep up. Post-It notes and scrapes of paper with story ideas decorated every inch of our house. In mid-conversation with my husband I would dart off to jot down things that would come to me. Sweet guy my hubby is, he would just shake his head at my obvious rudeness and hold my place in the conversation.
My first book was completed for an entire year before I told anyone about it. I outed myself as an author and then sent out my first round of query letters to literary agents. Surely, it would be picked up immediately and become an overnight success! Yeah, not so much. For two years I got rejection, after rejection, after rejection, after rejection…you get the idea. Thankfully with the ever increasing pile of rejections came feedback. I digested all the suggestions and applied the usable ones to my manuscript. Little by little, the rough edges were chipped away and the diamond shone through. The work paid off when I received an email from Outer Banks Publishing offering me a contract on The Conduit.
While I've moved on to other publishing options I thank Outer Banks for teaching me one important lesson. At thirty-mumble, mumble years old I finally know what I wanna be when I grow up–- a writer.
Sacrifice, the title says it all. There is no other title that would fit the continuing saga of Celeste, Gabe and Keni.
Celeste learns what true sacrifice is, gives up the one person that she loves most, as he proposes, share a night to always be remembered only to find him gone in the morning. All of who he was is erased, forgotten to him. Celeste tares into her battles trying to forget, move on. She comes to rely on Rowan only to find that maybe he was the one who had to do with her losing Caleb. Was it Rowan, someone else.
All in between her questions and her fights, Gabe and Lani plan their wedding, only to have it thrown off, and save by whom else? Rowan. Is it a trick, what does he want, what is his job at hand?
Then there's Keni. Something takes over her, what? Is it an evil darkness? Alec whom Celesete finds out is not who she thought.
Does Celeste give in to Rowan, does Caleb come back and most of all do Gabe and Lani get their "happily ever after?"
Only you can find out these answers as you read Sacrifice. Be prepared though to laugh, cry and gasp.
Cheers,
Steph
Book rating: 5 stars
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