| Author: | Caroline D. Grimm | ISBN: | 9781370515325 |
| Publisher: | Caroline D. Grimm | Publication: | January 5, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Caroline D. Grimm |
| ISBN: | 9781370515325 |
| Publisher: | Caroline D. Grimm |
| Publication: | January 5, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
A vacation cottage for rent, a strange request to fulfill, a mysterious host, and guests who come with burdened hearts seeking peace. Set in the beauty of Acadia National Park and Mount Desert Island on the stunning coast of Maine.
"The impact of the crash woke her, panic clutching at her heart, squeezing her throat. She sat bolt upright in her bed, gasping for breath, eyes wide with horror. The early morning light touched the dark corners of the room, landed gently on the brightly colored quilt wrapped in confused contours around her legs. She looked around the room, trying to calm her night terrors. All was familiar and far from the horror she’d seen in her dreams. She felt the peace returning, creeping quietly like the mist over Seal Cove. She reached for her silk robe, soft peach, sliding its shimmering lightness over her back and arms, hiding the ugliness of the scars that would never fade. Much to be done, she reminded herself with gentle sternness. Folks are coming."
A vacation cottage for rent, a strange request to fulfill, a mysterious host, and guests who come with burdened hearts seeking peace. Set in the beauty of Acadia National Park and Mount Desert Island on the stunning coast of Maine.
"The impact of the crash woke her, panic clutching at her heart, squeezing her throat. She sat bolt upright in her bed, gasping for breath, eyes wide with horror. The early morning light touched the dark corners of the room, landed gently on the brightly colored quilt wrapped in confused contours around her legs. She looked around the room, trying to calm her night terrors. All was familiar and far from the horror she’d seen in her dreams. She felt the peace returning, creeping quietly like the mist over Seal Cove. She reached for her silk robe, soft peach, sliding its shimmering lightness over her back and arms, hiding the ugliness of the scars that would never fade. Much to be done, she reminded herself with gentle sternness. Folks are coming."
