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Till Death Do We Part
Sue Thornton
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BOOK SYNOPSIS
Jayme Barrett doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but Jonah Anderson challenges that belief. What they feel for each other is so strong, it couldn’t possibly happen in an instant.

As visions from a long ago murder plague Jayme, Jonah must help her fight a killer before they lose each other again.

BOOK EXCERPTS
Jayme stepped from the car and stared in fascination at the house. It was like magic. Finally, she’d come home. The closer she got to the house, the louder the words from yesterday became. All of these years she’d been searching for the place where she belonged. And right now, this glorious structure stood before her, beckoning her to enter, welcoming her home.

Slowly she walked toward the steps and gazed around the grounds. The formal herb garden over there and the weeping willow just beyond the lawn were just as she’d seen them so many times in her dreams. The cool waterfall of branches created a nice shady place to throw down a blanket and stretch out with a book on a hot July day.

A cool breeze brushed against her cheek when she stepped up on the wrap-around porch. The soft sound of someone weeping reached out and touched her heart. Her breath caught in her throat, and a momentary touch of loneliness came over her. In an instant, the sensation fled and the excitement of seeing the house once again greeted her. Everything would be as she remembered. Startled at the strange thought, she paused momentarily before putting the old-fashioned key in the lock.

The key turned easily, and the heavy oak and glass door opened without a sound. Jayme stepped inside and smiled. The wood floor gleamed with polish and the scent of lemon and beeswax hung heavily on the air. In the middle of the large foyer, fresh flowers from the garden were placed in a crystal vase on top of the round pedestal table Edgar built with his own hands. The white work tablecloth Cornelia labored over for months still covered the beautiful oak wood. A marble topped table stood inside the doorway with a large gold gilded mirror hanging above it. She glanced in the looking glass as she walked by, and froze.

The pale face of a woman dressed in a high-necked black bombazine dress stared back at her. Darkened with heavy velvet curtains, an aura of sadness enveloped the room.

Startled, Jayme gasped and took a step back. She stumbled and caught herself before she fell to the dusty floor.

She frowned and looked around. "What?" A slight tremor shook her hands when she rubbed her eyelids. What just happened? A moment earlier, she’d seen the furnished foyer, with a chandelier hanging over the table. Now only ugly bare wires dangled where the chandelier should be. Layers of dust covered every surface of the room. Where had all of these crazy ideas and thoughts originated? Why did she suddenly have the strange notion the house talked to her?

With a shrug of her shoulders and a shake of her head, she muttered, "You need to stop daydreaming so much, Bartlett. You could end up walking into a pond that you imagine is grass. Then what would you do?"

The elaborately curved staircase beckoned to her and she decided to start at the top of the house instead of the main floor. She needed to prove to herself she didn’t really know the layout like she thought. Her imagination had kicked in; inspired from too many of the gothic romances she’d grown up reading.

Lightly, she stroked the carved balustrade and came away with a thick coating of dirt on her hand. With a sigh, she brushed off the dust and ran up the stairs.

As she made her way along the hall, her throat tightened. The doors were exactly where she knew they were. And the rooms, now empty, fit her memories perfectly. How did she know this? Why did she know this? She’d never set foot in the state of Nebraska in her life. She paused before an empty expanse of wall. She couldn’t even explain why she’d taken the interstate leading this way. Those weren’t her plans, not that she had any real plans except to run. Yet she didn’t turn back or continue the journey. She decided to remain here, settle down... to do what? There couldn’t be many requests for a corporate attorney, or an interior designer in this small college and farm community.

AUTHOR BIO
Dear Readers:

I continue to reside in the state where I was born and raised. One of three daughters, I would stand at the kitchen sink daydreaming of different lifetimes I believed I’d lived before. With each passing year, I continue to wonder about past life experiences, déjà vu, and the blueprint of life we are all born with. As time continues, I hope to discover more of my own past lives through my studies. With the help of my guides I believe this will be a major accomplishment for me.

I am surrounded by my four children, my beautiful grandchildren and my sisters, who love me, but don’t always understand me. My parents offer me their encouragement from their home state, by reading my books, then telling their friends. I am blessed to share my living space with my cat, Gracie, who only knows true and unconditional love. Which she’s bound and determined to teach me in this lifetime.

I am constantly being challenged with new thoughts and ideas by my close circle of friends. They never know when something they say may start to smolder and flame into a new story.

I would love to hear from each of you and you may reach me at Sthornton@neb.rr.com.

BOOK REVIEWS
In the combined tradition of Tami Hoag and Dean Koonz, author Sue Thornton creates a spellbinding tale of horror and murder.– Cindy Penn, Word weaving


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MORE BOOK INFO
ISBN: 1590885279
ISBN(13-digit): 9781590885277
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings ePress
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 284
Paper Weight (lb): 11.9



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