I have to admit, we’ve been horribly remiss in writing our blog. We have. It happens.
There’s been reasons. Some personal, some professional, and some just having to do with the general political climate of the universe.
We’ve had some tragedies on the farm, we’ve been struggling…and our state has just passed one of the most most hateful anti-LGBT bills in the entire USA. As a military veteran…this really pisses off Roxy. As it should any person in the United States with a conscience.
So, rather than rant and rave and go all crazy on you all, we just sat back and tried to zen it away. It wasn’t easy. It didn’t work. You know what did work? Writing.
What came of the angst and sadness and horror of our world?
No punches were pulled in this novel, no one was given a free pass. You get a pretty clear view of what small town America can be like for a lesbian veteran, especially one with PTSD.
You get a stalker…why and how they do what they do will surprise you…but you won’t find out until the end. (Again, lets discuss all those funding cuts to mental health services.)
But, through all the suspense and danger, there is a romance like no other…and a second chance for one woman who thought she was too broken to love again.
It’s well worth the read, and a worthy way to transform all the negativity of the world into a positive, strong, affirming story that does not wait for some knight in shining armor to come rescue us. We can do it ourselves. We can. No matter what the world throws at us, or how many scars we carry, both visible and invisible. In the end, when it truly matters, the past becomes something to learn from and the future becomes something to fight for.