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. . . a contemporary romance novel
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George Rodgers: Handsome, intelligent, successful . . . everything came easy to him. Everything except women. A string of disappointing relationships plague George throughout his life—from a lonely housewife during World War II to an insecure divorcee in his later years who uses clever wiles to trap him into an unhappy marriage. As a teenager, he has a dream about a beautiful woman--a dream he can’t forget. Over the years her image remains clear in his mind, and he can't explain why. A series of bizarre events leads him to the captivating and beautiful Carolyn Irwin, the very woman he visualized in his dream decades ago. Is it too late to start a whole new life with the woman of his dreams?
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The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
--Wm. Wordsworth
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PROLOGUE
February 8, 1995 4 a.m.
Carolyn tossed and turned, unable to fall back to sleep. Yesterday’s phenomenal experience was still fresh in her mind, and only an hour ago a mysterious dream had roused her from a sound slumber. There were no people in the dream, only a string of words that flashed in her mind: “The loss of a loved one leaves an undying memory of times and places yet to be seen; a beginning, a dream, a story to tell.”
Next to her, Steve stirred. “Everything okay, honey?”
“Yes,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him, grateful for her husband’s understanding and support since that bleak day last December. It had been a rough two months, but Carolyn knew she had to go on and get her life back to normal. That’s what George would have wanted. Yesterday would have been his birthday. Strange, the words in her dream came at such an appropriate time. Strange, that yesterday morning she had stood outside on the patio and prayed, tearfully beseeching God to send some sort of sign--a sign to assure her that George’s spirit lived on and was now safely in God’s hands. Strange, only seconds later, a yellow butterfly had fluttered by, lingering several minutes as his delicate wings grazed her arm. Then she knew--there was no doubt--George’s spirit would always be with her, vitally connected through love, memories and prayers.
Later that morning after Steve left for work, Carolyn reflected on the sign and the message in her dream. “Why, of course,” she said aloud. “That book--the one I’ve always wanted to write ever since I was a little girl building castles in my sandbox out on the front porch of that old two-story house. At last, I have a story to tell.”
Carolyn sauntered into the den and sank deep into the leather swivel chair. Where do I start? she thought as she stared at the blank computer screen. A mockingbird perched on the tree just outside her window began to sing softly then went into his usual string of mocking chirps. Carolyn smiled as her fingers tapped the keys, slowly at first then gradually building up to a rapid steady pace. It was like her story had been buried in her mind all her life, just waiting to be released.
~~This is Carolyn's story~~
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