{"id":1927,"date":"2020-01-20T15:36:59","date_gmt":"2020-01-20T23:36:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=1927"},"modified":"2020-01-20T15:36:59","modified_gmt":"2020-01-20T23:36:59","slug":"burning-bridges-anne-krist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2020\/01\/20\/burning-bridges-anne-krist\/","title":{"rendered":"New release!! Burning Bridges by Anne Krist"},"content":{"rendered":"

Did you ever tell a lie for so long that even you believed it? And then got caught? Ah\u2026 Then you understand Sara in Anne Krists\u2019 Burning Bridges.<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Burning<\/a>
\nLetters delivered decades late send shock waves through Sara Richards\u2019s world. Nothing is the same, especially her memories of Paul, a man to whom she’d given her heart years before. Now, sharing her secrets and mending her mistakes of the past means putting her life back together while crossing burning bridges. It will be the hardest thing Sara\u2019s ever done.<\/p>\n

Publisher: <\/strong>Nomad Authors Publishing
\nRelease date:<\/strong> January 20, 2020
\nBuy link<\/strong>: mybook.to\/BurningBridges<\/a>
\nPrice:<\/strong> $2.99 (for eBook), $9.99 (for paperback), KU
\nWord count: <\/strong>83,000<\/p>\n

Years ago, while visiting my mother in Virginia, I heard a news story. Up in Lynchburg, a mail carrier had died. When his family was cleaning out the property, they discovered two bags of mail decades old thrown into the back of his garden shed. The story was, maybe the man hadn’t felt like working one day and stuffed the bags into the place where they’d lain all this time. I immediately wondered how lives had been changed because one man decided not to do his job that day. Had people not received bills? Birthday cards? Expected packages?<\/p>\n

Letters of love?<\/p>\n

The Post Office did their best to deliver the lost mail, but what life went one direction instead of another because of that one slip of fate?<\/p>\n

Thus came the story of Burning Bridges<\/em><\/strong>, where Sara Richards’ life changes not only because of letters she didn’t receive but because of the letters she did<\/em>, decades late.<\/p>\n

Burning Bridges<\/em><\/strong> is a true love story, begun in Virginia Beach as the Vietnam War is winding down\u2014though no one knew that at the time\u2014and ending in the Lowcountry of South Carolina, where two soul mates find each other again. Do they stay together<\/em>?<\/p>\n

Ah. I’ve already said it’s a true love story, but sometimes, even true love has a way of not quite holding on.<\/p>\n

I hope you enjoy the book of my heart, Burning Bridges<\/em><\/strong>.<\/p>\n

\"Burning<\/p>\n

Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sara stared at the letters arranged before her in numerical order. The moment in time she and Paul shared was long ago, yet her dream had conjured his presence as though she\u2019d just seen him. In her mind, his blue eyes darkened with passion before his lips captured hers, and he moaned his appreciation when their tongues met. She tasted his sweetness and knew the steel of his arms as he held her. How many nights had she put herself through hell reliving those memories?<\/p>\n

Too damn many.<\/em><\/p>\n

After the concert, they\u2019d met clandestinely on weekends, mostly at Sandbridge, where they could walk and talk undisturbed. With each meeting, stirrings built deep in Sara that pushed her to want more, but Paul insisted they restrain themselves because of her age.<\/p>\n

Then the weekend before he shipped out, she’d planned a surprise and her life changed forever.<\/p>\n

The kettle screeched, bringing her back to the present. Sara prepared a cup of tea and then picked up the envelope marked twenty-eight<\/em>. At one time, she would have given her right arm to hold this letter. Now, curiosity and the desire for a brief escape drove her more than the passion of youth. Blind love had faded when she\u2019d had no word to bolster her during the long weeks after the ship left.<\/p>\n

First had come the waiting. No letters arrived, even though she wrote him daily. There were no phone calls, no notes, no anything, for days that dragged into weeks then crept into months.<\/p>\n

Anticipation morphed into anxiety. She worried he was sick or hurt and unable to write.<\/p>\n

One day she admitted that Paul must be afraid to write for some reason, and she feared what he would say if she did <\/em>receive a letter. That their time together had been a mistake, that she was too young to be in love. That he really loved someone else and Sara had been only a stand-in while he was in Virginia. Perversely, she began to sigh with relief when she arrived home and found no word.<\/p>\n

Now, knowing why she hadn\u2019t received mail, what would she feel if she opened this letter and her old fears proved to be true?<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing,\u201d she murmured. \u201cPaul\u2019s dead. He can\u2019t hurt me anymore.\u201d At the very least, his letters might allow her to put his ghost to rest. For that reason alone, she had to read them.<\/p>\n

She slid her thumb under the flap and ripped the envelope open. A single sheet held his hurried scrawl.<\/p>\n

\"Burning<\/p>\n

Some reader comments about<\/strong> Burning Bridges<\/em><\/strong>:<\/p>\n

“I loved it! And now my daughter’s reading it.” Sherry, a reader<\/p>\n

“I just finished reading BURNING BRIDGES. Thank you for writing such a powerful story about how real love can overcome all obstacles. I appreciate the fact that Sara and Paul were imperfect and made mistakes. They needed each other to polish off their rough edges and make them complete. How nice that characters of middle age were written as attractive and sexual human beings.” A reader, Virginia<\/p>\n

“I give Burning Bridges 6 stars out of 5!! A true love story…I’m ready for more.” – A reader, Byron, TaylorMade Bod<\/p>\n

“I loved it, just loved it! I was going to take it with me on vacation but I started reading and didn’t want to stop. It was addictive.” – Chiara, a reader<\/p>\n

“Loved it. Just loved it.” – Beverly, a Beaufort reader<\/p>\n

\"Burning<\/a><\/p>\n

Author Anne Krist:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.<\/p>\n

After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for m\u00e9nage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website. Also, once a month, look for Dee\u2019s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity. Contact Anne at annekrist@nomadauthors.com<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Website:<\/strong> https:\/\/nomadauthors.com\/annekrist\/index.html<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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