Family. Our desire to have it. Our struggle to hold on to it. As I sit on a seaweed-strewn beach, watching my children swim, dig for shells and build castles in the sun-baked sand, I realize that’s what inspired my August release, Broken Angels.
The need to form connections, to be part of a whole greater than ourselves, to nurture and protect is embedded in us all. Whether we fulfill that need by looking after our aging parents, raising children or caring for a pet, we each seek to satisfy it in our own way.
In Broken Angels, the heroine’s desire for a family is both her undoing and her salvation. Abandoned by her father at a young age, deprived of siblings, she has always been driven to fill the emptiness inside her. When she married her childhood crush, Zach, she believed all her dreams of love and family would finally come true. But fate threw her a curve ball. Infertility crushed her spirit and ultimately destroyed her marriage.
Two years later, just as she resigns herself to the depressing fact that family isn’t in the cards for her, Zach’s sister is brutally murdered, naming Rebecca and Zach legal guardians of her three children. Suddenly, the man Rebecca loved with a passion that bordered on obsession is back in her life, and she has no idea where he fits anymore. Nor does she know what to do with the three brokenhearted children looking to her for comfort and guidance. Is she ready to open her heart to them…and to Zach? Will she risk it all for the one dream that has forever evaded her? And if she does, will fate snatch it away from her as it has time and time again?
Each and every day, we risk heartache by loving others. Pain is an inevitable part of life, as is loss. I’ll admit I’ve included some of my deepest fears in this book. Since I became a mother, danger has taken on new meaning for me. It’s a shadow, ever-present, lurking around every corner. I’ve cradled a feverish child in my arms all through the night, crying and worrying. I’ve experienced the chill in my blood and that sinking sensation in my abdomen when my four-year-old daughter decided to play hide-and-seek in the yard, refusing to come when I called her. Wherever I go, I scan the surroundings to ensure my children are safe, that no car will come careening around the corner, that no one is hiding and watching, waiting to take them from me. But a threat can take any form, even that of a loved one, a mentor, a friend.
Broken Angels is a story of devotion and courage, overshadowed by the evil that lurks not only in the world around us, but in the human heart. If it has a message, it’s that love is more powerful than loss, that passion can survive the deepest heartache, and that family can blossom in the darkest of circumstances.