Title: Surviving
Author: J.L. Sprague
Genre: Romance / Suspense
Living in a world where there are
only lows and never highs, Jenna’s memory has trained itself to forget.
Forgetting the bad was never a problem for Jenna until she forgets the one
memory she never should have forgotten.
Landon has never forgotten, even when
he desperately wishes he could. She haunts him. By chance they meet again but
Jenna still does not remember Landon. What Landon doesn’t know is that Jenna
has secrets. Secrets that change everything.
Their love for one another is the
only thing that can heal years of abuse – for both of them.
When tragedy strikes memories are
triggered and Jenna’s whole world changes.
Can Landon help Jenna survive at the
hands of a madman?
Author Bio
J.L. Sprague loves dark chocolate
covered almonds and her life is pretty much one big dark chocolate covered
almond, sweet on the outside and crunchy goodness on the inside. Family takes
up the biggest portion of her day and book boyfriends take up the other
portion. If she can’t find a good book boyfriend, then she just creates one and
the writing portion of her day begins.
Outside of family, reading, writing
and eating dark chocolate covered almonds, J.L. Sprague loves music and the
outdoors. She studied Music Education in college, then changed her mind after
three very long years to study Criminal Justice. Finally, after studying and
studying she realized that reading and writing were more her forte. After
starting her family with her crazy, supportive husband, she started doing what
she loved, writing.
SURVIVING
is J.L. Sprague’s first novel but it’s not her last. She has some very
interesting ideas that you may love or hate. Whether you love or hate her
stories, through all the twists and turns, there will always be a happily ever
after.
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Book Excerpt
Turning the knob,
I opened the door, stepped inside then quickly turned around, not allowing
Landon to come inside.
"Thank you
for your help," I told him, hoping this would appease him, knowing it
wouldn't. But I didn't get the chance to find out for sure.
"Oh darlin',
who do we have here?" My grandmother asked behind me as I stood there,
gaping to myself.
"It's nobody
Granny, you can go back in the den." I hoped to god she would take the
bait.
"Oh honey,
don't be rude. Introduce me to your friend," she said as she came up
beside me, opening the door wide, then reaching her hand out to introduce
herself. "Cecelia, nice you meet you. You are?" But then she got a
good look at him. "Oh, dear." Her voice sounded grave as she took in
who he was. Who he most likely was in her eyes. But there was no denying it,
Eli was the spitting image of Landon. I really wasn't sure how I didn't make
the connection the moment I saw Landon. How was I going to explain to her that
I found the man who deflowered me and gave me a son? Now he was standing here
without a clue.
Granny snapped her
eyes back to me with a worried look on her face and a terrified look in her
eyes.
Then he spoke. He
spoke words that terrified me. I knew my grandmother would take them completely
wrong. I didn't want her thinking I was keeping things from her. But this? How
was I supposed to tell her?
"By the look
on your face, I'm going to assume you already know who I am. I'm sure Jenna's
already told you." Seriously? I knew what he meant. He meant 'You already know I took her virginity on a
drunken night she doesn't remember', NOT, 'I see she told you that I’m Eli's long lost father'. Geez.
But I hadn't told
her anything about finding him. Nothing. At all. I wish I would have; it would
have made this moment so much better, not to mention eased my mind. But she was
already dealing with my father being released from prison. She didn't need too
much stress, she wasn't exactly a young woman.
My grandmother just continued to stare
at me without saying anything. Trying to communicate everything she wanted to
say with her eyes. I hoped Eli was asleep. Then again...why was I fighting this
again? Wouldn't it be so much easier to just get it out in the open?
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