Meet My husband! Yes, this is him. This picture is taken on my birthday a couple years ago, when we rode into the mountains and had a picnic with my daughter and her then-boyfriend. It was a nice day. A rare day. The hubs likes to ride and he likes to fish, but he rarely slows down to do either one. He's a bit of a workaholic. Ahem. A bit. He also works out of state and when he's home he has a million things to do.
It drives me crazy.
I want him to relax more. Enjoy life a little more before he gets any older. But he is who he is and there's no changing him.
This August, we'll be married 30 years. Together 32!
I guess I'll keep him.
In Promise Me Eden, I did something different. I wrote a romance about a man and a woman who are married, but broken. Adam has to win his wife back before they split up for good.
“Let me go.” She struggled in his grip, much like a kitten caught by a timber wolf.
“Not until you tell me what you mean by that last comment.”
“You heard me.” She pushed on his arms. “I want to break up.”
“I don’t believe you.” Despair filled his heart. How had the girl he’d loved since sophomore year of high school turned into this stranger, claiming she wanted to leave him? How had the dream of creating a family together turned into something ugly? And now it was ripping them apart instead of bringing them together.
“I mean it. Adam, I want a divorce.”
He released her. She fell out of his embrace, onto the floor, landing on her hands and knees. He hadn’t meant for her to fall and he immediately reached for her, but she evaded his touch.
Stumbling to her feet, she shouted, “I’m sick of all this. I’m so tired of you trying to force me to forget my baby. I’m going as soon as I can get out of here.”
“If that’s what you have to do, then just go.” The angry words flew out of his mouth faster than he could stop them. Agony ripped through his gut. “Just leave. I’m not begging like a dog for you to stay.”
She fled toward their bedroom.
He watched her disappear with a new wave of despair filling his heart. They’d fought before, but not a lot. A few times they’d disagreed, like all couples. But never, not once had they broken up. Not in high school, not since. The D word had never been uttered by either of them. For Eden to say it, she had to mean business.
Blurb: Adam Pelletier is at the end of his rope. He can’t figure a way to help his wife recover from the tragic stillbirth of their son. He hasn’t forgotten their boy, but Adam has pushed his grief down deep and is coping the only way he knows how—by refusing to focus on his loss and burying himself in work.
Eden Pelletier is lost in grief. The pain for her is unbearable. So much so she’s in a deep hole of depression she can’t climb out of. Unable to do anything but think about her dead son, she can’t understand why Adam is able to put him aside and carry on. She’s so heartbroken she’s lost her job. When Adam pushes her to get up and move on, she lashes out—asking for a divorce she doesn’t want.
Can Adam win his wife back before it’s too late?