Title: ECHOES OF LOVE
Author: N. Christine Samuelson
Genre: Contemporary Romance/ Time Travel (past lives)
What if the mysteries of your life began before you were born, and echo into your future?
Carson, an artist from Santa Fe moves to Montana to begin a new life. But an unexpected encounter brings her into conflict with Cody, an architect and ranch manager from Wyoming. The immediate power and beauty of their connection is as spectacular as the landscapes they walk through, but just as fated, unpredictable and complex.
Carson and Cody are haunted by their pasts with memories and repetition of tragedy and loss but also by great love that echoes through lifetimes into their present lives. Their futures are fated unless they face and conquer past mistakes and have the courage to live out their eternal bond of love. But how do they move forward after losses so devastating, they believe love isn’t possible? What makes their lives worth living?
Their seemingly unresolvable conflicts span geography and time, from the tangible beauty of the American West through an elusive journey echoing over hundreds of years and two continents. Even with best intentions, nothing is guaranteed except one thing, and only they can discover it.
Praise for Echoes of Love:
“Another Amazing Book. Once again, this author has written a stunningly vivid and captivating book, stories intertwined with past, present and future. I love her use of dialogue and descriptors.” – Amazon reviewer
“A book that touches on … unfinished business, incomplete love and unfulfilled vows. Beautifully written and delivered; the imagery is very vivid. – Amazon reviewer
“Absolutely AMAZING! I don’t think I have ever got so worked up about a book before.” - Booksprout reviewer
“…an amazing book! The chemistry between the characters is off the hook! The storyline is amazing! I love it, I just love it!” – Amazon reviewer
Carson smoothed the collar on Cody’s shirt allowing her fingertips to brush his neck. The touch of her skin on his sent chills through him. Even the few beers didn’t dull the sensation. My God, if just the tips of her fingers feel that good, what would the rest of her feel like? Losing his balance, the chair lunged forward and threw him off the seat, spilling beer to the ground. Cody couldn’t believe he allowed his thoughts to go there, to what her entire body might feel like. His body knew being skin-on-skin with her whole body would be akin to being close to lightning—tingling, searing, and dangerous.
Carson handed him a beer. Their eyes met, and she saw a look in his new to her, something tender, open, vulnerable, and full of desire but with a touch of fear. A slightly perceptible shift had taken place in him, and she hoped this meant a seed had been planted for a budding relationship.
Immensely enjoying each other’s company, and intoxicated by the magnificent vistas and sunset, they bantered easily. “So, I know you’re on your way to Missoula, but what made you leave Santa Fe?”
Feeling playful from the effects of the beer, Carson half-joked, “Ghosts.”
Cody choked on his drink. “What?”
“I’m kidding … kind of. I wanted to see your reaction.”
“You got one.” He wiped his chin. “And what do you mean by ‘kidding, kind of?”
“I don’t mean literal ghosts. I mean figurative ones. The ones left over from bad experiences, losses, or whatever curve balls life throws at you.”
Placing his beer down, he stared into the distance.
“You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”
Cody crossed his arms in front of him. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
Carson realized from his body language he knew precisely what she meant but wasn’t about to discuss it. It can’t hurt to ask, though. “Well, then, what are your ghosts?”
Cody stood, leaned on the railing, and cleared his throat. “Those are things better left unsaid.” He kicked a pebble off the floor and turned to her. “Besides, you brought the subject up, so I think you should tell me about yours. I’m thinking they were bad enough to make you pick up and move to Montana with no family or friends for support. Those ghosts must’ve been pretty bad, huh?”
Carson took a long drink to brace herself. “Well, there wasn’t one singular bad incident, more like a series of them. A whole lot of things didn’t work out: people, relationships, jobs, things I put my heart and soul into, thinking they were contributing to a new life, good and solid.” Carson stopped talking, lost in thoughts she didn’t want to remember.
Cody did relate. “It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it.”
“No, I want to. Let’s just say after spending years thinking I was building a life, it all came apart instead. I lost my …” Carson stopped, checked her words, unwilling to share one of her worst life stories, and picked up with what she could speak of. “When I was twenty-three, my marriage ended, my mother and father had died a couple years before. I had no family left so I moved out west to start over. I kept trying, believing things would be better and I was on the right track. But everything I attempted sifted through my fingers like sand, especially relationships—only they were more like a landslide. Where I thought I laid new, solid ground, life broke up into pieces and fell apart.”
Her sadness was deep enough to wrap around him. He reached over and grabbed her pinky and gave it a little tug. “I’m sorry. You seem too good of a person for life not to work out.”
Carson put her empty bottle down sharply on the floor then sat up straight. “Don’t be sorry. I’m not. I believe everything happens for a reason. I’ve grown and learned from all those experiences. But at a certain point when nothing is going right, when you’re swimming upstream and not getting anywhere, then you chart a different course, make a new move. I believe I’m moving in the right direction now and good things will come of it.” He turned to face her and saw her expression light up. “This is proof. Here I am enjoying the end of a perfect day in a gorgeous place that stirs my soul, talking with a wonderful man.”
Cody looked away from her then, off into the distance, tilting his head back and making a guttural sound, a “hmph.” Not knowing what to make of her words, or how to respond, he turned completely away so she couldn’t see his face or sense his thoughts—the only thought he could have—me, a wonderful man. Now that’s the biggest ghost there is.
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What’s your favorite thing about autumn:
The crisp, cool air seems to wash away all the sluggish, heavy heat and humidity of summer in coastal SC bringing new vitality and clarity to everything around us. We don’t get fall colors in nature until late Oct/Nov, but it’s the perfect setting for Halloween and Thanksgiving. I love the scent of wood smoke in the air, the abundance of apples and pumpkin-based foods and drinks. Fall for me is the time for warmth, coziness, amazing colors in nature, and more family time in preparation for the dark days of winter ahead.
What inspired you to write this story:
I’d long been interested in the mysteries and ‘why’s’ of life, and especially love, relationships: the attraction, creation, demise, challenges and obstacles, and work to potentially restore and thrive in them. Many issues seemed not of this time and place, made no sense, and sprung out of nowhere.
Of course, there are many personal individual issues of people that contribute, but I experienced and listened to others’ thoughts when there seemed to be unexplained sources and/or causes for current problems or traumas that couldn’t be helped with traditional therapy/counselling.
Having firsthand traumatic experience and loss, I explored many possible explanations. One that made sense in my life and that of friends/family was the concept of souls whose love is so strong and soul-connected that it survives physical death—the concept of past lives. These souls almost have no choice about being drawn together to work out unresolved problems, or simply be given the gift of love to enjoy this time around.
I saw it in relationships of all kinds, but it is particularly strong in the male/female love stories. I found it fascinating to write out such past life stories tapped into by various methods including dreams, memories, past-life regressions, and guided mediation where experiences from before we were born, from lives and loves lived in other times and places, could help unravel current life challenges to bring healing and lifelong love.
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Christine writes contemporary novels of love, life and relationships involving the eternal bonds that transform lives and transcend time and place.
Writing and creative projects have long been part of her award-winning careers in graphic design, advertising and newspapers. She now uses those skills to follow her passion to write women’s fiction and romance/love stories that reflect her unusual experiences and imagination.
Her characters are realistic, fresh, and relevant with stories that include mystery and some mysticism. Her writing voice is unique and influenced by her life which inspires the diverse settings, characters, and authentic storylines of her novels. She explores the joys and triumphs, the tragic and magic of life and love that readers relate to.
Living in coastal South Carolina, Christine finds the land and sea are constant sources of inspiration. She hopes readers will be inspired to look at life and love through a different lens and realize that no matter their circumstances, we all share similar stories in our lives and hearts.
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