Today I’m welcoming another Kate–Kate Curran, author of the recently released Falling For You…Again. Kate started her creative journey writing fiction, but got sidetracked to a career in photojournalism, specializing in agriculture. Fifteen years later, she went back to her first love and published three children’s books. Now she has switched her talents to romance. Falling For You is her second romance novel.
Here’s Kate Curran:
Waterfalls intrigue me. Always have always will. Their beauty and mystery draw me both as a photographer and a writer. Some of my very favorite waterfalls are in Oregon. Highway 138 from Diamond Lake to Roseburg is referred to as the Highway of Waterfalls. (http://tinyurl.com/mvkz9cs) Watson Falls is spectacular. Toketee Falls is on my must see list. And further north, east of Portland is Multnomah Falls. Spectacular. Someday I picture a waterfall in one of my books to add intrigue and color.
My early romance reading days consisted of Kathleen Woodiwiss, LaVyrle Spencer, Joan Johnston, Nora Roberts, Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Heather Graham. These are the ladies who inspired me to write my own book
What prompted me to write a book of my own? I’ve always got something to say J. I would call my stories deeply emotional. I talk about family relationships, and I look for ways to resolve issues. They won’t be perfect, but my characters will learn to communicate and find better ways to resolve their issues.
My current book, Falling For You…Again is about a couple, Clare and Ethan Burke who have basically had a fairytale marriage until their 14 year-old daughter, Grace, dies in a boating accident. Ethan almost dies in the same accident. As the story begins two years later, Clare and Ethan are on the verge of divorce until Clare goes missing on a photo shoot. A blizzard is eminent and they both discover their love is stronger than either of them realized.
To me this isn’t a story about death and dying, but a story of survival and that there can be happiness, and love and an engaged life after losing a child. A fan whose daughter died in her early twenties told me she wasn’t sure she could the read book, but she did. She said it didn’t bring her down, but uplifted her. And that’s what I want to give my readers. A few tears, some laughs, romance and an ending that warms their heart.
They vowed to love each other forever, then grief tore them apart.
Clare and Ethan Burke carved out a life in Paradise Falls, Idaho. While Clare built a career as an outdoor photographer, Ethan taught eighth-grade science. They raised three children and had a happily-ever-after life until tragedy struck and their daughterwas killed in a boating accident.
Two years later Clare and Ethan still love each other, but their grief has pushed them to the brink of divorce. Their problems become insignificant when Clare leaves for a photo shoot into the mountains and doesn’t return. With a blizzard looming, Ethan must move heaven and earth to find her.
Will they get a second chance or lose each other forever?
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Present day, Paradise Falls, Idaho…
Clare Burke bolted upright in bed.
The hazy light of dawn filtered through the French doors and sent a halo of light over the shimmering image at the foot of the bed.
“Grace.” Two years and two days since her death, and her daughter still came to her, comforted her.
Questions overrode logical thought, but rather than sort through them she blurted out the one that continually weighed on her. “Are you happy?”
Grace smiled that smile that would drive a hermit in search of companionship, then vanished.
Had she been real or imaginary? The lines were as blurred as Grace’s image.
Tears welled in Clare’s eyes, and her heart absorbed a wave of grief. Why had Grace been taken from her? Why her child? All she had left of the daughter she loved were memories. Memories of pursed lips hiding braces, purple-streaked blonde hair and the snort of teenage sarcasm.
The faint light illuminated the sky blue walls. The room should have made her think of wide open spaces, but instead it had become her prison.
She stared at the stack of self-help books on her nightstand. She knew the titles as intimately as she did herself. Learn to Grieve, Living Without Your Loved One and her more recent pick, The Top Three Reasons Marriages Fail: Finances, Communication, and Emotional Detachment.
The knot wedged in her stomach wound tighter as she stared through a blur of tears at her husband, Ethan, sound asleep, twisted around the down comforter like a deranged pretzel.
When was the last time she’d felt truly connected to him?
Two years and two days.
They’d embraced life back then, now they tolerated it. They were shells of their former selves—colorless imitations of the vibrant couple they’d once been. Back then she would have told him about Grace’s visits. Now they were barely civil to each other. Ethan was here physically. Emotionally, he had become as untouchable as Grace.
The faint shriek of their oldest son, Jack’s, alarm filtered through the adjoining wall.
Tousled brown hair poked above the covers. A pair of matching brown eyes slowly opened and stared back at Clare.
“What time is it?”
Once upon a time that raspy voice had been her idea of a mating call. Now she felt a desperate ache that nothing filled. “Six.”
His knuckles grazed her cheek. “Still a while until we have to get up.”
Clare knew that tone, the darkening of his eyes, the wisp of a smile that had once held the promise of bliss. It would be impossibly easy to say yes, to curl into him and ignore the fact that sex for her had become as tempting as unflavored gelatin.
She pressed his hand to her cheek. “Could we just hold each other and talk instead?” Her words stripped the smile from his face.
He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “Honestly, Clare, I’m all talked out.”
“I’m not.” She desperately wanted to recapture the closeness they’d shared, and the only way she knew how to do it was by talking.
He turned his head to look at her. “You never are.”
Three simple words and their bedroom became a war zone.
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