Saved by Love
Are you a fan of fade to black romance? How about a sneak peek at my book Saved by Love, written under my pen name, Ellie Grace.
I’d once heard someone say, “Out of every tragedy, a miracle of love will come.” The last ten years of my life have been filled with tears and pain. I lost hope, and I gave up on waiting for my miracle.
Finally, a light is shining at the end of the tunnel. I’ve been given a second chance in the form of my new boss and his adorable daughter, and I don’t plan to waste it.
If I can help save Aiden from his own dark torment, my journey will have been worth it.
My name is Emma, and this is my story.
Prologue – Eight-year-old Emma
“Why is he leaving?” I asked, gazing up at my mother as she stared out the window. Her eyes were red and swollen.
“Because he doesn’t love us anymore, Emma.”
My gaze swung back to the window, to the suitcase at my father’s side. A car pulled up and a woman got out. She walked up to Daddy and kissed him. My mother sobbed next to me, then turned and walked away.
“It’s okay, Emma. We’ll be fine without him.”
Placing my hand on the window, I called out to him. “Daddy! Daddy, don’t go!”
I watched as he placed his stuff in the back of the woman’s car, then looked back at the house. I rushed to the front door, screaming out to him.
“Daddy! Wait! Please don’t go!”
Stopping, he bent down and caught me as I ran into his arms.
“Why, Daddy? Why are you leaving me?”
He gave me a hug, pushed me back from his embrace, and looked directly into my eyes.
“I have to, Emma. I love Isabella, and I want to be with her.”
My eyes looked past him to the woman sitting in the car, who had the same light blonde hair as I did. Her blue eyes looked directly at me and she smiled, but it wasn’t a friendly smile and it made me shrink back. I’d never forget that smile for as long as I lived.
“Don’t you love me and want to be with me too?” I asked, looking back at my father.
He swallowed hard and looked away from me as he whispered, “I do, Emma. I love you very much. But you’re not my daughter. And I can’t stay just for you.”
Then he stood and looked at my mother who had followed me outside. “I can’t lie to her anymore.”
“Daddy no! Please don’t go!” I cried out as tears streamed down my face. The feel of my mother’s arms around me caused me to cry out harder. I tried to pull away from her, but I couldn’t. She held onto me tightly.
Turning, he walked toward the car, got in, and drove away.
I didn’t know it at the time, but he wouldn’t be the first man to break my heart.