Loves future can begin in the past.

Hannah must deal with painful memories from her past as she is forced to work with Brad and save her estate, but will her stubborn pride cause her to lose him again?
She begins to see Brad in a new light, and the love she felt for him long ago is reborn. When Hannah’s ‘little sister’ Clare discovers Brad’s secret, though, a storm of events will begin that may destroy their only chance for love, and may risk Hannah’s life in the process. Brad and Hannah will face both tragedy and loss as they rekindle their love, remembering that grace always follows the storm.









Sandy recently moved back to her hometown of Mt. Vernon, IL and lives there with her two youngest kids. She currently works in Marketing for a local Children's Home and is busy working on another book
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#2
The image of her face burned in Brad’s
mind, and for a brief moment, he allowed
himself to stay in the dream, paying a
visit to that sweet familiar place. He
remembered walking into the job site
office, took one look at her sitting behind the
desk, and everything around him stopped
moving. It was like there wasn’t enough air
in the room to breathe. The nameplate read
Jules McRae, and she became the love of
his life.
A love he threw away eight long years ago, thinking his career was more
important.
She was better off without him…or so he thought. The night before he
left, he
wrote her a letter and tried to explain;
hoping that one day she would forgive him. He
stopped by the office and slipped the
letter under the office door, knowing she would
be the first to arrive and find it before
anyone else. That was the first of many letters
he would write to her, but the only one she
would ever receive. Every year, on the
day they would have been married, he writes
her a new letter. Each one a work of
fiction, written to her as if she were his
wife, and declaring his love for her.
Each one
sealed and tucked away forever. Never mailed.
Never delivered. Never opened.
Never read.
This years’ letter would be different though...this letter would survive
a
storm.
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