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How Charity Sunday works: for every comment made on the Charity Sunday blogs, the author will donate money to the charity named. We’re all different, so please check each of us out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This month (February) is slightly different in that the group is keeping last month’s blogs posts available<\/a>. Both Lisabet Sarai and I have charities, one for wildlife protection and mine for the Shriner’s Hospitals. I also have a new one for this month, K-9s for Warriors that I hope you will check out below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thanks for your help and your participation!<\/p>\n\n\n

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The mission for K-9s for Warriors<\/a> is so worthwhile: \u201cDetermined to end Veteran suicide, K9s For Warriors is the leading nonprofit organization that provides trained Service Dogs to military Veterans nationwide suffering from PTSD, traumatic brain injury, and\/or military sexual trauma \u2014 at no financial cost to the Veteran.\u201d And an even better outcome is that the dog helps save the warrior while the warrior helps save the dog. \u201cBeyond our dedication to serving Veterans, we go the extra mile by rescuing dogs and giving them a second chance and new purpose as life-changing Service Dogs. Our innovative, research-backed program enables both the Veteran and Service Dog to build an unbreakable bond that fosters mutual healing and recovery.\u201d What could be better than providing love and support\u2014and new life energies\u2014on both ends of the leash?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Please comment on my post and I will send a donation to K-9s for Warrior in all of our names. Thank you!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A sailor\u2019s heart is hardened by betrayal. A woman wonders how things went so wrong. Burned bridges can\u2019t be rebuilt. Or\u2026can they?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\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.”<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

Blurb:<\/strong>
Winner! Coffee Pot Book Club awarded Burning Bridges the Gold Medal for Best Romance 2020!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not your typical \u201csecret baby\u201d book! This Southern romance packs in the emotion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Letters 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\n\n\n

Buy link:<\/strong>
Kindle Unlimited <\/a>https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Burning-Bridges-Anne-Krist-ebook\/dp\/B083HN3ZG2\/<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n

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Excerpt:
<\/strong>Sara calls her mother after receiving a package of letters, decades old<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI thought it would be you. Have you read the letters?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo. What happened, do you know?\u201d Scattered on the table, the three packets drew her gaze and she stared as though trying to read their meaning through the sealed paper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOnly what the Department of Navy letter said. Some bags of mail were lost. I suppose if I weren\u2019t still receiving part of Dad\u2019s retirement, they wouldn\u2019t have found me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sara closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. \u201cI mean, do you know what happened to the rest of the letters?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d There was no mistaking the naked fear in her mother\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe envelopes are numbered. I have twenty-eight through thirty. What do you think happened to the others?\u201d Tension radiated through her shoulders and neck. Her mother was about to say something she didn\u2019t want to hear, she knew it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSara, you have to understand, Dad and I only wanted what was best for you. You were a child, a high school senior with a wonderful future in front of you. You\u2019d been accepted at William and Mary. The last thing you needed was to get mixed up with a sailor who would love you and leave you. Which, I might add, is exactly what he did.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sara could barely suck air into her lungs. Her fingers whitened with the hold she had on the phone cord. \u201cWhat did you do, Mother?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMore than anything, we didn\u2019t want you hurt.\u201d Moments passed. \u201cYour father made the decision, but I was in favor of it, I want you to know that. He\u2019s not here, so if you\u2019re going to get mad, I suppose it will have to be at me.\u201d She ended with a sigh. \u201cAfter\u2014that man\u2014left Virginia Beach, we determined it would be best for you to make a clean break. We never had any doubt that he was wrong for you. So, we intercepted the letters.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The blood drained from Sara\u2019s face and she pulled over a chair. If she didn\u2019t sit she\u2019d fall. \u201cYou did what? How could you do that?\u201d Her voice broke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou put your letters in the mailbox and I took them out after you left for school. And his\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All too well, Sara remembered days of rushing into the house to sort through the stack of mail on the hall table, never finding a letter from Paul. Each day with no news added a stone to her wall of doubt that he loved her and depleted her store of faith that he\u2019d stand by her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sara moaned. \u201cDo you know what you did with your meddling?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSara, you were seventeen, a child. Do you know what that means? He could have gone to jail. Your father was in favor of going to his commanding officer\u2014even to the police. It was fortunate for your friend that his ship left.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sara envisioned her mother sitting alone in her living room. About this time each afternoon, a gin and tonic sat on the table beside her. She\u2019d wear a skirt and blouse and her hair and make-up would be flawless. Sara also didn\u2019t doubt that her mother\u2019s posture was rigid and that her thumb rubbed the tips of her index and middle fingers. Those were indications her mother\u2019s emotions\u2014anger, frustration, fear, whatever\u2014were threatening to override her normal control. Today she deserved every terrible, panicky feeling she was experiencing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mary Ellen sighed. \u201cTry to see it from our point of view. You were a good girl with a good future. He destroyed all of that in a matter of weeks. You were our responsibility and we protected you the best way we knew how.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cProtected me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, protected<\/em> you. We loved you more than anything on earth.\u201d She quieted, as though considering the next bit. \u201cHe died in service to his country. That was at least an honorable thing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A sob broke from Sara.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her mother softened her tone. \u201cI have no doubt he might have been a good man, but not for you, and not at that time. I don\u2019t regret ending the relationship, whatever else happened.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI can\u2019t believe you did this. I don\u2019t even know what to say to you.\u201d A headache inched its way forward to throb behind her eyes. She used her free hand to block the light coming through the kitchen windows. \u201cThe horrid things I thought about him, the certainty I had that he\u2019d forgotten me\u2026all wrong. I mailed the first letters from school. I wish I\u2019d kept on doing that and asked him to write me at Cindy\u2019s house. Who knows what might have happened?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSara, it\u2019s been so long. I thought you\u2019d be able to understand after all this time, but maybe I was wrong. Put the whole episode with that man behind you, darling. Just throw those letters out. What difference could they possibly make now?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDarling? We shouldn\u2019t talk about this over the phone. I can be there in a few minutes and then\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sara\u2019s eyes shot open. \u201cNo! I may never forgive you for this, Mother. In fact, I\u2019m hanging up before I say something I probably shouldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSara, let me\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sara pressed the end icon and dropped her phone onto the table. Vaulting from the chair, she paced around the kitchen table. Squared stopped eating and turned to watch, his Siamese-blue eyes following her path. In agitation, she picked up the letter from the Navy, glanced unseeing at the words then tossed it back. Stomping to the sink, she poured a glass of water, then drank it all without taking a breath. Finally, she turned and stared at Paul\u2019s envelopes.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Author Dee S. Knight:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\n\n\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 (www.https:\/\/nomadauthors.com<\/a>). Fortunately, Dee\u2019s high school sweetheart is the love of her life and husband to all three ladies! On the last Sunday of the month, look for Dee\u2019s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Author links:<\/a>
<\/a><\/strong>Website: https:\/\/nomadauthors.com<\/a>
Blog: http:\/\/nomadauthors.com\/blog<\/a>
Twitter: http:\/\/twitter.com\/DeeSKnight<\/a>
Facebook: https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/DeeSKnight2018<\/a>
Goodreads: https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/265222.Dee_S_Knight<\/a>
Amazon Author Page: <\/a>http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/-\/e\/B079BGZNDN<\/a>
LinkedIn: http:\/\/linkedin.com\/in\/dee-s-knight-0500749<\/a>
Sweet \u2018n Sassy Divas http:\/\/bit.ly\/1ChWN3K<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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