99 cents sale! Will Rise from Ashes by @JeanGrant05 #womensfiction #99cents #bookish
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    • Feb 11, 2020
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99 cents sale! Will Rise from Ashes by @JeanGrant05 #womensfiction #99cents #bookish


Title: Will Rise from Ashes

Author: Jean M. Grant

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press


Book Blurb

Living is more than mere survival.


Young widow AJ Sinclair has persevered through much heartache. Has she met her match when the Yellowstone supervolcano erupts, leaving her separated from her youngest son and her brother? Tens of thousands are dead or missing in a swath of massive destruction. She and her nine-year-old autistic son, Will, embark on a risky road trip from Maine to the epicenter to find her family. She can't lose another loved one.


Along the way, they meet Reid Gregory, who travels his own road to perdition looking for his sister. Drawn together by AJ's fear of driving and Reid's military and local expertise, their journey to Colorado is fraught with the chaotic aftermath of the eruption. AJ's anxiety and faith in humanity are put to the test as she heals her past, accepts her family's present, and embraces uncertainty as Will and Reid show her a world she had almost forgotten.


Excerpt:

Even from far away, I recognized the man’s plaid long-sleeved shirt and the large backpack, but now he was walking alongside a bike on his approach.


“Hey, look! It’s that guy you drove past this morning!”


I shuddered inwardly. Well, karma just bit me in the butt.


“How did he catch up with us?” Motherly instinct took over as I rose, my legs wobbly. “Will, stay there. Here, take this,” I said, handing him the tire iron.


“We already tried that, Mom.”


“Not for that, Will.”


He scratched his brown hair, which was overdue for a cut, and looked at me, confusion wrinkling his brow.


“Be my wizard, Will. It’s your sword.”


“Wizards have wands.”


“Will…”


The circuit connected. “Oh…yes, Mom, I’ll protect you!”


I smiled faintly. “Thank you, honey.” I didn’t want to explain further that it was me protecting him. I didn’t want to say that if something happened, to run and hide in the woods. Because he would run and hide. Then what? Who would come help?


I shoved my hand into my front jeans pocket to nestle my fingertips around the pocket knife I had given Harrison for our wedding anniversary. The man slowed his bicycle as he drew nearer. He gave me an understated, yet significant, nod. The nod of understanding, of kindness. I didn’t buy it.


“Hello, again,” he said.


Ouch.



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Author Biography

Jean’s background is in science and she draws from her interests in history, nature, and her family for inspiration. She writes historical and contemporary romances and women’s fiction. She also writes articles for family-oriented travel magazines. When she’s not writing or chasing children, she enjoys tending to her flower gardens, hiking, and doing just about anything in the outdoors.


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