Today Only by D. Love
Published: May 11, 2013
Editor: Lizzy Ford
Cover Designer: Airicka Phoenix
Blurb:
In life, there are times you are granted a miracle. It may not be
the one you wanted exactly, but it will be the one you need. It will prepare
you for the next step in your journey and help you learn to accept the life you
are given, even if that life can be heartbreaking.
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EXCERPTS
Excerpt #1 - Rye's POV
My time here is dwindling. Everything around me – my
body, the transition from winter to spring, the height chart marking the growth
of my daughter, Emily – reminds me that the hourglass that is my life has only
a few grains of sand left.
It’s my first thought this morning. I awoke early for a
fundraiser, the Big Walk for March of Dimes. I start off with my daily routine.
I jump in the shower, trying not to notice how much the droplets of water hurt
my skin. The sting is too much this morning. I get out quickly, dry off and
throw my hair in a simple ponytail at the base of my neck. I catch my
reflection in the mirror and stare at myself for a minute.
Just a little longer? So I can watch Em grow up?
My mirror doesn’t have an answer for me.
"Come on, Em!" I call to my daughter. "Get
your shoes on, before we’re late."
I turn away from the mirror, then hurry into the living
room and grab Emily by the hand.
"You ready Em?" I ask. Whatever dread or fear I
feel in front of my mirror fades at the sight of Em’s beautiful blue eyes.
She looks up at me with the biggest smile, and exclaims,
"Yes!"
We hop in the car and head towards the Walk. My
daughter’s eyes are glowing.
"Mama, this is going to be the best walk ever,"
she almost squeals in excitement. The innocence of my little angel never fails
to humble me.
She doesn’t yet understand that this might be my last
Walk with her.
"Yes, honey, this is going to be the best walk
ever," I agree.
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Excerpt #2 Rye's POV
I cross to the area that Jett has claimed for his garden.
He appears to be in the zone as he works, oblivious to everything.
"Good morning," I call.
Jett throws dirt in the air and screams like Em.
"Good grief! You scared me to death, Rye!" he
exclaims, turning.
I try to apologize but am laughing so hard, my ribs start
hurting. I sit down. When his surprise wears off, Jett laughs as well. It takes
me a few minutes to recover.
"So, tell me, Jett," I say when I’m able to
breathe and speak again, "what is the importance of a garden?"
"It’s the healthy way to live," is all he says.
"Hmmmm," I reply. There’s got to be more. Any
other day, I’d probably ask him more questions. But right now, I’m completely
captivated by his work – and his body. He’s always in a t-shirt. Sweat makes it
cling to his upper body, outlining the muscles of his wide back.
Tracing the definition of each muscle would take me all
day, but I would definitely accept the job. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever
seen, and the kindest. He’s pretty much perfect.
"You wanna help me, or just stare at my ass all
day?" he asks, twisting to see me.
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Excerpt #3 Jett's POV
My dad and I must have talked for an hour. I tell him
about work, about Em’s graduation party and about my intention to ask Rye to
marry me. He doesn’t say much about the last part, at least, not until I’m
getting ready to leave. That’s when the conversation takes the turn I expected
earlier.
"One minute, son," he says slowly,
thoughtfully.
"Yes, sir."
"Jett, I want to give you a little more
advice."
"Alright, sir," was all I could say, worried
about what he had to say.
"Jett, you understand you are walking into a life of
heartbreak, right?" he asks gravely.
"Yes, sir," I repeated.
"I want you to remember that heartbreak that you are
walking into already has people in place. Remember not to remove anyone from
their positions, son."
"What do you mean, sir?" I ask, puzzled.
"What I mean is, remember that everyone has a method
to help themselves cope through this tragic circumstance. Whether it’s Dee,
reading every night to Rye, or Em, posting notes. Everyone has a coping
mechanism to help them survive, until the end. You need to respect
that."
"Sir, with the utmost respect, I haven’t
given up hope."
"Son, there is always an end."
I get up to leave. My soul hurts, and the pain is
physical. My legs shake, and I feel that panicky anger I did the other night. I
walk down the porch then stop, turning to see my dad.
"Sir, how did you make it through this with
Mom?" I ask him in a hushed voice.
"I did what you have chosen to do, live in the here
and now," he replies. "I love you, son. I don’t want to see you hurt
the way I did."
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Author Bio
I live in Maine. My biggest passion is for my family and friends. I adore
loving others as if it is the biggest gift life can offer. I'm a read-a-holic,
loves chocolate, cowboys and everyone on
Young Adult & Teen Readers Facebook page. My dream is to travel to
Australia one day and see a kangaroo. I am nothing but simple. I do a lot of
volunteer work. I have 2 beautiful daughters. 4 grandchildren, that constantly
ask me if I lived in the black & white days.
My inspiration would be my daughters. Rita for her strength to keep fighting
and constantly trying to take care of me, even though sometimes she can’t get
out of bed & Kayla, for helping to pick up all the pieces that seem to fall
when times get rough, and the love they have for me.
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