Sometimes it’s not the surrounding walls that make a house a home, it’s the sounds of your children, and the love of those important to you. Mattie knew all too well the true meaning of home, her life was her daughter, then one summer day it all came crumbling down, leaving her homeless in her own home. Alone and struggling to find herself and a life.
Ryan had everything you could want in life, yet he wasn’t happy. Everything around him was as expected, the perfect life, except he was just playing the part. The handsome guy with the perfect girls, always ready for the night on the town. Until the day he met Mattie and found that helping someone could change everything. When the struggles of Mattie’s world bring back the pain held secret in Ryan, everything changes.
One chance for a home...
One Chance for love...
One chance to risk it all and get everything or nothing in return.
Carly O'Shea grew up in the Pacific Northwest, the mother of seven children, she now spends her time writing, in the South Carolina Sun. Carly's stories created out of the depth of her imagination, her escape now shared with readers. Her life of continued tragic events and hurts gives the stories she writes a realistic feel, absorbing you into the worlds she creates.
You can be going along minding your own business, good or bad, and then out of the blue something happens, it creates a shift in the path of your day, your life, everything you had planned and expected.
When it happens you have a choice do you go with it or do you fight the change? Do you question?
When tall, handsome, and well not anyone you would expect lands on your doorstep... You open the door and... Do you let him in or slam the door?
The choice was hers in this book, and oh the decision she made.
Knocking on the door, he waited. He did not have time for this; he thought. Not one bit. He heard a giggle, a soft almost melodic giggle then the door opened.
The first thing that crossed his mind was how perfect she looked and very much like he thought she sounded only moments before. The second thing that hit him was she had her mother's eyes. Eyes that made you want to keep watching, because something, something you were not expecting was there. Heaven. “Aimee, please, let mommy by please, and go to your room for a minute ok.” Ryan looked up and into the matching eyes in adult form, the only difference, these were apparently wet, freshly patted as the mascara below was telling the tale, the red tip to her nose said it had been a full-on crying jag. Instantly he felt frustration, no deep-seated anger. Whoever or whatever made her cry was crazy, no one should want those beautiful eyes crying, and he wanted to teach whoever did a lesson. “Mr. Jeffers?” The voice slowly registered in his mind. “Mr. Jeffers, can I help you? Why are you here? How are you here?”
He gave her his full attention, his mind telling him to get with the program while something else, wanted to just pull her to him and hold her tight until whatever had made her upset went away.