by S M Olivier
“Promise,” he reassured me.
Now all I could do was sit and pray. And above all, hope I could gather enough information on my location so I could return home. Where I belonged.
Author’s Note
Please don’t hate me for yet another cliffhanger! I hate them with a passion myself, but I’m still trying to learn as I go. My thoughts are often like a wild rabbit trail as I write, and I often find myself allowing the characters to tell their own story. Unfortunately, I find myself at a point where I’m like, wow, I better stop or this book will never end.
I know as soon as this book is off to the editor, I’ll continue telling Blake’s story. I’m hoping to have it out quickly, but I’ll be perfectly honest: I suffer from professionally undiagnosed ADD. My imagination runs wild.
My wonderful husband and I could be taking our children on a day trip, or be out running around, and suddenly my mind begins to wander. New characters and storylines start to emerge, and when they get too loud in my head, I stop at the block I may have encountered with Blake and the guys, and I know I have to allow them out to play.
I have several stories waiting to be told, and I really hope that you enjoy them as much as I do.
Thank you for your continued patience, love, and support!