Back to Yesterday by
Pamela Sparkman
Publication Date: May
2, 2016
Genres: Adult,
Historical, Military, Romance
Purchase: Amazon
Synopsis
Everyone loves a good
love story. The stories that make you feel warm all over. The kind that leaves
you the slightest bit envious because the story belongs to someone else and not
you. The stories that make your heart race and on the edge of pain and
pleasure. Pain because your heart hurts and pleasure because your heart hurts.
An unlikely combination, yet, that’s the stuff good love stories are made of.
Ours could have been
like that. We could have made a beautiful love story.
But when he was ready
for that epic love story, I was afraid to fall in love, too hurt by my past to
trust anyone. Then, when I was ready for the epic love story, he was gone.
And I was alone.
And the only thing I
got was the pain.
It was time I told
him the things that were in my heart but too afraid to say out loud.
I wrote the letter I
needed to write and prayed it wasn't too late.
Dear Charlie,
You were right. I was wrong. I've never been more wrong in my life.
There - I said it.
I’ll say it a million times if you just come back to me.
Come back to me. Please!
I was so wrong. I do love you.
Sophie
You were right. I was wrong. I've never been more wrong in my life.
There - I said it.
I’ll say it a million times if you just come back to me.
Come back to me. Please!
I was so wrong. I do love you.
Sophie
Exclusive Excerpt
I don’t know how long
I stayed curled into Charlie’s chest while he soothed away the ache, or how
long the storm lasted. I don’t know how
long it took him to carry me the six blocks to my house, or how long he sat with
me while I drifted in and out of sleep on the sofa. I don’t know how many times I felt his touch,
or how many times I heard him say…I love you.
But I do know how many
times I wished I could have said it back.
Or maybe I
couldn’t. It was an infinite number.
When I awoke, Charlie
was asleep on the floor beside the couch with a blanket and pillow I could only
assume he had gotten from my mother. I
watched his chest rise and fall and I matched his breathing patterns, breath
for breath. Inhaling and exhaling,
keeping time with his. An invisible
force, an unexplainable connection, tethered my heart to his, and I hated it
and loved it.
“He refused to leave,”
someone whispered.
I sat up and spun
around to find the voice. My dad sat in
one of the armchairs across the room. “He
refused to leave,” he whispered again.
The streetlights that filtered in through the window illuminated his
face enough so that I could see the tilt of his head and the compassion in his
eyes. I opened my mouth to respond, but he echoed the same words again, only
this time he added, “Hear what I’m saying, baby girl. He…refused…to…leave.”
This time, the words
knocked the breath out of my lungs.
“Dad,” I choked.
“He refused to leave,”
he repeated. Each time he said it, it
was quiet, unassuming, yet relentless.
“Stop,” I begged.
“He refused to leave.”
“Dad.”
“He refused to leave.”
A fat tear rolled down
my cheek.
“He refused to leave.”
“You have to stop,” I
pleaded.
Dad went quiet and I
silently thanked him for the reprieve. I
laid my head back down and folded my arm over my eyes.
“Go back to sleep,
baby girl. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I listened until his
footsteps had carried him upstairs and I let out a shaky breath. Years of hurt had managed to catch up to me
that night and I didn’t know why. I had been numb to it, putting all of my
emotions into a box and keeping the lid closed, and now that lid had been
opened, I desperately wanted to slam it shut, lock it away in a closet, and
throw away the key.
I lay there for a
while trying to unravel how I had become so unsteady, however, my swollen and
puffy eyes grew heavy and sleep was fast approaching.
I was just dozing off
again when I heard a whisper in the dark say, “I refused to leave.”
About the Author
Pamela Sparkman
I grew up in Alabama
and have always been an avid reader. The older I got the more in love with
books I became. So, I’m admitting that I am sort of a nerd. The only reading I
don’t like are those math word problems. And I’m okay with that because no one
has ever asked me in real life… “If I give you two bananas and take away six
apples, how long will it take the southbound train to collide with the
northbound train if Johnny left his house at midnight?” It just doesn’t happen.
So, yeah, books are my thing. Oh and music. All kinds. Love it!
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