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by Mia Sheridan. ·. ··13, Ratings. A companion (alternate POV) novel to the USA Today bestselling book, Leo. Does everyone deserve a second . Mia Sheridan - A Sign of Love 02 - Leo Chance - dokument [*.pdf] Leo's Chance Mia Sheridan Dedication This book is dedicated to Darcy Rose for, among. Mia Sheridan - A Sign of Love 01 - Leo - dokument [*.pdf] Leo A Sign of Love Novel Mia Sheridan This book is a work of fiction. Names, char- acters, places, and.
Archer's Voice is the story of a woman chained to the memory of one horrifying night and the man whose love is the key to her freedom. It is the story of a silent man who lives with an excruciating wound and the woman who helps him find his voice. It is the story of suffering, fate, and the transformative power of love. Tome 5, Becoming Calder There is a place in modern day America with no electricity, no plumbing, and no modern conveniences.
In this place, there is no room for dreams, no space for self-expression, and no tolerance for ambition. In this place, there is a boy with the body of a god and the heart of a warrior. He is strong and faithful and serves his family honorably. But he dares to dream of more. In this place, there is a girl with the face of an angel and a heart full of courage.
To her family, she is the vision of obedient perfection. But she dares to want that which she has been told can never be hers. Becoming Calder is the story of good versus evil, fear versus bravery, and the truth that the light of love has always found its way into even the darkest of places. From the beginning of time, to the end of the world.
When the world as you know it has ended, when all that you love has been washed away, where do you find strength? When the new world you've stepped into is as isolating as the last, when your heart is broken, and your future is unclear, where do you find hope?
Finding Eden is a story of strength, discovery, forgiveness, and undying love. It is about believing in your destiny and following the path that leads to peace. Tome 7, Kyland Tenleigh Falyn struggles each day to survive in a small, poverty-stricken, coal mining town where she lives with her sister and mentally ill mother. Her dream of winning the college scholarship given to one student by the local coal company and escaping the harshness of her life, keeps her going.
They're both determined not to form any attachments, but one moment changes everything. What happens when only one person gets to win? When only one person gets to leave?
And what happens to the one left behind? Kyland is a story of desperation and hope, loss and sacrifice, pain and forgiveness, but ultimately, a story of deep and unending love.
Tome 8, Grayson's Vow Kira Dallaire is desperate. Some challenges in life seem too hard to overcome. With little money, and even fewer options, the quick-witted and vibrant twenty-two-year-old needs to reinvent herself.
Known for her generous heart and impulsive personality, she devises a survival plan, possibly her most outrageous idea yet. Grayson Hawthorn is losing hope. Some obstacles in life seem too hard to overcome.
Betrayal definitely being one of them. With limited capital, and dwindling resources, he is attempting to resurrect his failing family vineyard, a self-imposed vow seemingly destined to fail. That is until a young woman enters his office with an outlandish, unexpected proposition impossible to refuse. I didn't think she dreamed because she was in denial about her own circumstances. She was the smartest, most observant person I had ever met.
I thought she dreamed because it was how she took care of herself and how she rose above enough to retain that gentle spirit that made me love her so fiercely. Somehow she held onto the ability to brazenly believe that there was goodness in the world, despite her own devastating situation. I guess the reason this memory comes back to me today as I follow Evie to work is because despite the fact that she's wearing a hotel housecleaning uniform, she walks proud and carefree as if she's perfectly content with her life and her situation.
And she should be. She absolutely should be and I'm damn proud that she's gotten to this point. I just want to know more. I need to know more about who she's become. I need to know everything. Fear of rejection churns heavily in my gut. Shit, I need a drink. No, not gonna do that. I'm gonna hit the gym and work off some tension and then I'm going to turn in early tonight.
I saw in the paper last week that Willow's funeral is tomorrow and I'm planning to go. I'm sure Evie'll be there and so I'll have to maintain my distance, but I wouldn't miss it. I owe Willow my respect. She had a lot of demons but she was never unkind to anyone. Well, except herself.
Right up to the very end. I think about how close I came to ending my own life, and I know that the only thing that separates me and Willow is that I get a second chance. I saw in the paper that a fund had been set up for the burial costs for the girl they described as having no family, and no friends who could afford the expenses.
I called the funeral home and covered it all, including a granite headstone. Willow deserved more than an unmarked grave. I hadn't been there for her over the years, but I could do this small thing now. I hang back a little, leaning against a tree several feet from the rest of the gathering as I wait for it to start. My mind wanders to Willow as a little girl.
Her eyes had held a wariness too deep for her young age. I had wanted to protect her, just like I had wanted to protect Evie, but Willow was always one step ahead of everyone when it came to her self-destruction. But I wish I could tell her now that I understand. Day in and day out, what is the point of hurting so damn much? I know. I think back to one of the times Willow showed up at my foster home, drunk and high on who knows what.
I think she was twelve, maybe thirteen. It was right before I left for San Diego. I snuck out and walked her back to her foster home, only ten blocks away. I remember being so frustrated with her that night. It was exhausting. As I was walking her home, she had looked up at me, eyes glazed and her voice slurred and said, "Leo, why are you nice to me?
I had looked at her for a minute and finally answered, "Because I care about you, Willow. But really, I think the thing that made me feel protective of Willow was different than the thing that made me feel protective of Evie. I think I saw a part of myself in Willow. My dad had beat my ass and told me I was a worthless waste of space and Evie loved me.
I come back to myself as I see Evie walking toward the group from the opposite direction from where I came in. She's wearing a sleeveless, black dress and black heels and she has her hair pulled back. I can see the outline of her shape perfectly in the form-fitting outfit and I wonder what it would feel like to move my hands up her slightly rounded hips until they met at her small waist.
I want that so badly it almost physically hurts. The minister begins speaking and I'm listening to his words, but I can't move my eyes away from Evie.
Every few minutes, she wipes tears out of her eyes with a tissue and it costs me not to run to her and comfort her in some way.
I press my body into the tree to keep myself from going to her. Fifteen minutes later, Evie moves to the front of the group to deliver the eulogy and as she takes her place, she looks straight at me, her brow furrowing slightly.
Shit, what is she thinking? There's no way she could recognize me from this distance, could she? The more likely reason is that I look out of place in this motley looking crowd.
Willow's taste in friends hadn't changed much over the years, I see. Evie stares at me for a beat or two and then her eyes shift back to the people in front of her. It's the first time our eyes have met in eight years and I feel it in the depth of my soul, the moment seeming to stand still and shimmer around me.
Still, my undoing happens several minutes later when Evie starts speaking and tells one of her stories for Willow. Fuck me. They called her The Glass Princess because her laugh reminded them of the tinkling, glass bells that were hung on heaven's gate and would chime each time a new soul was welcomed. But her name was also appropriate for her because she was very sensitive and loved very deeply, and hers was a heart that could be easily broken.
But, when a soul is placed in human skin, it is a permanent situation that cannot be changed. The story starts out in a flashback.
Evie is 14, Leo is They met in the first foster home they were placed and became the best of friends. They relied on each other, bonded, and as they grew older, that developed into love.
They make vows and he promises to come back for her when they turn 18… but that is the last time she sees him. Eight years later, Evie has forged a life for herself. Despite having grown up in a life without family, filled with drugs, molestation and bad memories, she is strong, self sufficient and has gotten a job, a little home for herself, and generally has everything under control.
She has moved on from the hurt of her past but has never forgotten what she felt for Leo. So when a guy shows up one day who says that Leo sent him to check on her, it just throws her world. She feels pulled towards him somehow but there is something mysterious about him and his connection to Leo… and she has to decide whether or not she can trust him… I was feeling the emotion right from the start of the book.
By page 2, I already wanted to cry.
And I want you to wait for me. From that line on, I was hooked! It drew you right into the story and I felt totally connected to everything that happened.
It was fast paced without being rushed and flowed very smoothly. It slowed down in the important parts of the scene but I loved that the story was constantly moving forward and adding more pieces to the puzzle.
It was told in back and forth flashbacks and present day…. I alternated between heart clenching during the flashbacks and swooning over the present day parts.