Title: Saving Each Other
Series: Saving Series, Book One
Author: Stacy Mitchell
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publish Date: August 4, 2017
Review Source: Enticing Journey Book Promotions
Two hearts, two souls.
Devastated by loss, united through
destiny.
The rules: Communicate only
through text messages and never reveal our real names or other personal
details.
My name is Ean Montgomery. After
the drunk-driving accident that killed my wife, son, and unborn daughter, I was
forced to see a grief counselor. In an unconventional move, she gave me a
private cell phone and the first initial of the name of a woman who had been
widowed by the same accident. I had no intention of ever texting her but with
all hope and the will to live gone, I found myself quickly slipping down the
rabbit hole. Desperate, lonely, and unbelievably sad, I reached out to her and
she became my everything.
Everything is excruciating!
Everything is broken!
My name is Dani Adams. I was
married to my college sweetheart, the love of my life. Together we were raising
our four-year-old daughter and running a successful business. Then the accident
happened and life as I knew it ended in the blink of an eye. I didn’t want to
answer his text but I was barely hanging on by a thread and he was in
tremendous pain, so I replied. And once again, my world was forever changed.
I can’t lose you, I won’t survive…
Over the course of a year, through
texting alone, we bond. Friendship blossoms into something deeper. We were
never supposed to meet, but fate had other plans, and into this world of loss
and despair, something amazing began to grow… But can the passion we’ve found
sustain itself with the deep, soul-twisting pain that never seems to fade?
Holy roller coaster ride, bat man!! Saving Each Other is one amazing,
sad, hopeful and loving kind of read. My mind is blown at how awesome this book
really is.
After losing your true love, how do you go on? How can you love again?
How can you breathe? This is what Dani and Ean had to figure out. After losing
their other halves, they shut down. They didn’t live. Each other trapped
in their worst nightmare. That is until
that one text. Will their lives find a happily ever after?
Stacy Mitchell has earned herself a spot in my authors that I will
forever follow category. She knows how to write and keep the story going. Stacy
never gave up the outcome too easy, she made you dig until you finally get what
you want. Saving Each Other ripped my heart out from the very beginning; although it was put back together ... piece by beautiful piece. I cannot wait to see what you have in store for us, next!
E…you’re right. I had no intention of ever contacting you. But here I
am returning your text because I also happen to be sitting on the floor by my
front door. I know it’s against the rules to disclose any personal information
and while I’m aware you know my husband, the love of my life, was murdered that
day, I want you to know we have a four-year-old daughter. My reason for telling
you this is because, if not for her, I too would be sitting in this exact spot,
24/7 waiting for him to walk through the front door.
D…the love of my life was murdered that day TOO! But not only was she
killed, I also lost my six-year-old son and my unborn daughter.
ALL.
THE.
AIR.
LEFT.
MY.
BODY.
My heart stops and even though I don’t think it’s possible, it breaks
even more. I text back.
I don’t want to say I’m sorry because that’s the stupidest thing to
say and I’m sick of hearing it myself. But what you just texted me…I kind of
understand now why people say that. My world ended the day he died and my
in-laws constantly have to take my daughter because I can’t ever stop crying.
His reply is immediate.
That makes two of us.
Now I’m crying for the both of us.
E, to answer some of your questions, I am going through the same thing
and I hate it. I hate all of this! I have no idea why it hurts so bad, it just
does, and I don’t think we’ll ever move on. I don’t want to. All the color has
left my world and I just want him back.
I knew contacting him would hurt, but in a weird way, it’s making me
feel so…not so alone.
I want them back too…so badly! I can’t stop crying. This hurts so
much. It feels like I’m carrying the pain of the entire world on my shoulders
and I can’t seem to make it stop. I’m suffocating in my own anguish and I’m
tired, D, I’m so incredibly tired.
I can’t breathe; his words wreck me. The only sound in my empty house
is the sound of my pain. And even though I don’t want to, I can’t stop myself
from texting him back. I don’t know why, I just do.
I can’t stop crying either. This is so incredibly wrong. It shouldn’t
have been them. It should’ve been that monster! They were good people, E.
Really good people. Why did it have to be them? THEY DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE!
This time he took longer to respond, like he had to think about his
answer.
I don’t know either. And you’re right, they didn’t deserve to die. I
don’t understand how it happened? That intersection is always so busy. How
could they have been the only two cars to be crossing at that exact second?
Oh my God! We really are feeling the same things.
I’ve thought about that a million times. It’s like the universe is out
to get us! But I’ve done nothing wrong. I’m a good wife, a good mother, and a
good person. He was coming home to celebrate our wedding anniversary and it was
supposed to be the beginning of a happy weekend. Not a horrible end.
I watch the gray bubbles dance on the screen and wait to read his
reply.
I’m a good dad, a good husband, and a good man. My son was going to
get his yellow belt in karate. He was supposed to be walking through the door
beaming with pride! We were supposed to be spending that weekend celebrating.
Why us, E?
I don’t know.
I don’t know either and I just curl myself up into a ball and cry. I
don’t know how much time passes but I jump in surprise when I hear my phone
ping.
D? Are you still there?
Oh my God, I forgot what I was doing.
Yeah, I’m sorry. I started crying again. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever
really stopped and I kind of forgot about the text.
His response is swift and understanding.
I understand. It’s hard to relive this.
It really is. How is this supposed to help us?
Although I see the bubbles on the screen, this time, they keep
appearing and disappearing. It’s almost as if he’s unsure about what to say.
When Barbara gave me the new phone, I never thought reaching out to
you would help but in some sick way, knowing you’re going through the same
thing? It kind of does seem to help.
I was right, he was weary. It’s amazing how many emotions I can
discern through his texts and it’s strange how I can already sense his soul.
I agree, I don’t feel so alone in all of this.
This story came to me in waves. Dani and Ean woke me up in the middle
of the night and the best way I can it describe is…like listening to an
audiobook. I felt their pain with such intensity it took my breath away. I got
up, opened notes on my iPhone, and my thumbs got to work. I wrote it in a
month. I then spent the next year and a half working with Francine LaSala
(Google her…she really is incredible!) to get it where it is today.
I truly believe in soulmates, the one you connected with, time and
time again throughout eternity. In the course of writing this book, I came to
realize it doesn’t matter what form that soul takes because it’s the soul we
embrace and the connection we share with that special soul. That the loss of
someone you love takes all the color out of your world and that loss of every
kind hurts.
I lost my goldendoodle to cancer. I watched my beautiful, strong,
vibrant dog, that one soul that always makes you smile and lift your spirits,
take his last breath. I had nine years with my Norman and while I cherish every
minute I had with him, he still left this world, far too soon.
Embrace the ones you love. Cherish the time you have with them and
celebrate it. Always celebrate it!
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