Home Run by Bernadette Marie
In one moment ,Christian Keller’s life was changed. Now, as he picks up the pieces, he wonders if he can possibly recoup what he lost.
Victoria Lincoln had a promising future with Christian until an accident took the life of her sister and left her as guardian to her two small children.
Their lives have gone in different directions, but Christian and Victoria’s paths will cross again. It will take a lot of change to pick up where they left off—if either of them can.
As they stepped onto the dance floor the music changed, slowed, and the lights dimmed more. Christian wrapped his arm around Tori’s waist and pulled her as close as he possibly could to him. She rested her hand on his shoulder and clasped her hand into his other.
They’d never danced well, but they were a pair with their limping and their scars. Still, they swayed together and he managed to get her even closer, until they were cheek to cheek.
“Did you pay the DJ to play this?” She said softly in his ear.
He finally listened to the song. Unchained Melody played and the verse, “Are you still mine? I need your love,” rang in his ears.
“That would be giving me too much credit.”
He’d noticed that her hand was no longer on his shoulder, but instead her arm was draped behind his neck. He pulled their clasped hands in closer until they were rested between them.
How was it that in a matter of minutes he had her pressed so close to him, swaying to a song that was so close to ending.
It was a sign, right? She had to miss him as desperately as he missed her. There was no other reason to be able to hold her so close.
One song melted into another slow dance and she stayed in his arms. In a bold move, he slid his hand from hers and laced it around her waist forcing her to take her other arm around his neck too. Now they were completely pressed together. Their cheeks rested against each other’s and he was sure he could feel her fingertips massaging the nape of his neck.
The Book Trophy – A Note From the Author
Growing up I can honestly say I hated reading. I wanted to read. In fact I wanted to read earlier than they were teaching me at school. I just wasn’t good at it. Now days they’d have probably pegged me as Dyslexic and (in my kids’ school at least) I’d have gotten some help in learning to read better. Add that to being probably too creative and wanting to move on to other activities, reading was just boring.
I will never forget that I was in third grade when I actually finished a book from cover to cover. It was a snoopy cartoon book, but it was big. I also tackled Henry Ford’s biography, age appropriate, and because I found it fascinating—and I’d finished it—I read it many times during elementary school. I was happy that there was a book I’d read!
Somewhere in sixth grade my father got his hands on Lee Iacocca’s biography on tape. He too is not a book reader (for many of the same reasons I am sure.) But a book on tape…how cool is that! I listened to that tape over and over. I was as moved by the thought that I could learn about this man via a tape recording as I was by the man himself.
Isn’t it funny then how much can change in a year? As I moved into Jr. High school everything changed for me—for the better. Classes moved every hour. The teachers changed every hour. The students changed every hour. And in between those classes there was three solid minutes I could pull out a ghost story book. In those three minutes, six times a day, I began to read. At first it was a page. Then two. In no time I was through a whole book! And then another! And another!
In the front cover of those books I wrote the date and a number. They had become my trophies. I didn’t like to borrow books from the library because I couldn’t keep them. I needed to keep count of this miraculous thing! I was reading!
I did this until I was into my early thirties. Still amazed that now I could suck down a book in a matter of hours. I suppose eReaders changed that for me—having to have a trophy. But now I have all those glorious stories in my head. That is the true trophy. And to think, I used to hate to read.
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Bernadette Marie has been an avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook with stories that she’d share with her friends. Her journey into novel writing started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old typewriter. At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22 years.
In 2007 – after marriage, filling her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children – Bernadette began to write seriously with the goal of being published. That year she wrote 12 books. In 2009 she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born. In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released contemporary titles and has begun the process of taking on other authors in other genres.
Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to their many events. She is also an accomplished martial artist, working her way to her second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do. An avid reader she loves to meet readers who enjoy reading contemporary romances and she always promises Happily Ever After.
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