Cover Reveal!! Against All Odds by Angie McKeon
Adult Contemporary Romance
To be released in early April
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Our lives shattered... Our hearts broken... Our souls torn to pieces...
He was my world, my whole life. My reason for breathing. I had a perfect marriage, a baby on the way, and I felt fulfilled—almost invincible.
Until the day life hit, leaving me broken, vulnerable, and alone.
She was my life. My ray of hope on the cloudiest day. With her, I thought I had the ultimate safety. A love that would never hurt or betray me. I gave her my heart, my body, and my soul.
Until she broke me, destroying every dream and illusion I had about life, love, and marriage.
In our grief, we made a mistake. A mistake I'm not sure we can come back from.
A multi-tasker from
birth—and now proudly able to add 'writer' to my resume—I'm a mother, wife and
blogger. I love to read, write and drink copious amounts of iced coffee.
All three
aforementioned addictions are detrimental to my sanity
I have a voracious
appetite for dark, painful and twisted reads. I'm enamored with the concept of
love and heart break. I believe life is a journey, a tale in its own for each
of us. The road to happiness is sometimes paved with stones from hell, or glitters
of satisfaction graced from the heavens above.
In my upcoming debut
novel, 'Against All Odds,' I strive to make you feel. I believe any
emotion—whether painful or happy—is good. To me, the key to living is to go
through life feeling it’s ups and downs. Love is dark and it can be painful
but, at the end of the day, it can save the most lost of souls and the most
broken of hearts.
**Prologue**
I’m so cold. It’s
the kind of cold that seeps into my bones and makes me feel as though I’m going
to die. My body trembles from the drugs and sheer terror coursing through my
veins.
Why is this
happening to me?
What did I do to
deserve this?
Please, God! I can’t
handle it.
I open my mouth to
scream, to cry, to do something, but nothing comes out. I’m aware of doctors
and nurses surrounding me. They’ve placed Kayla on my chest. She’s still warm
from being pulled from my body, but she's not moving.
She’s lying there .
. . lifeless.
I’m in a state of
disbelief as tears slide down my face. My world shatters when I look at my
precious baby girl. She's everything I’ve always wanted, always dreamed of.
Slowly, I run my
fingers over her delicate lips; they’re so soft and small. An instant reminder
of Cooper’s lips. He doesn’t have full and luscious lips like mine but small
ones that almost disappear when he smiles. As I run the tips of my fingers
across her puffy cheeks and closed eyes, I try to memorize every last detail of
her dainty face. She’s so beautiful it takes my breath away. Her hair reminds
me of caramel; it’s light brown and silky to the touch. It looks like mine did
when I was a baby. Her face is peaceful, and for a single moment, I’m so
thankful she’s not in pain.
Looking at my little
girl is a moment I’ve always dreamed of. I love her instantly, and I want to
hold her forever. To breathe her into me. To never let her go. The realization
that I’ll never hold my precious baby again sinks in, and I feel my stomach clench
as pain rips through me. I’ll never get to see her smile, laugh, roll over, or
take her first steps. I’ll miss it all.
How do I move past
this?
Can I move past
this?
As grief consumes
me, my sobs become brutal. I feel as though I’m dying. Like my heart is burning
up and turning to ash. I’ll never ever be whole again.
I pick her up and
cradle her against my body, wanting to feel her skin against mine. She feels
warm—soft and smooth, like velvet. As I curl my arms around her, my tears drip
onto her perfect head. I feel an overwhelming urge to fix this, to bring her
back. I don’t want to lose my sweet baby. Everything in my body, my soul is
screaming to bring her back.
Desperately looking
up at Cooper’s green eyes, I will him to fix this, to make it better and help
me. Help her. He’s always been my rock, my glue, the person who makes
everything better. But all I see in his eyes is sadness, desperation, and
helplessness that I know is killing him as much as it is me. He rubs his big,
shaking hand gently over her tiny head. He looks as though he’s being tortured.
Sobs rip through his body as he wraps his arms around me and our precious
bundle while climbing into bed with us. I feel myself collapse against his
chest as we sob over our loss.
There’s nothing we
can do.
This is the end of a
shattered dream.
Our spirits are
slowly dying, and I’m not sure we’ll ever be able to heal.
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