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Return to Cinder
Return to Cinder
Return to Cinder
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Return to Cinder

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Inspired by actual events. A mechanical malfunction detours a woman's quick road trip, upsetting not only her weekend plans but forever altering her future.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherKristy Tate
Release dateMar 19, 2018
ISBN9781386806066
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Kristy Tate

Dr. Seuss was my first love. When my mom left me in the children’s section of the library I’d find Horton and the Cat. My mom hated the good doctor and refused to checkout his books. He was my secret, guilty pleasure. Eventually, I read about Narnia, Oz and Green Gables.When my mom grew too sick to visit the library, a friend brought her a stash of romances which she kept in a big box beside her bed. Weekly, this good friend replenished the box. My mom didn’t know I read her books; it was like the Seuss affair, only sexier. Reading became my escape from a horrific and scary situation. Immersed in a story, I didn’t have to think about the life and death drama taking place on the other side of my bedroom wall. Books were my hallucinogenic drug of choice. In college, I studied literature and fell in love with Elliot, Willa and too many others to mention. (This had no similarity to my dating life.)I’m no longer a child living with a grieving father and a dying mother, nor am I the co-ed in search of something or someone real, nonfictional. I’m an adult blessed with an abundance of love. I love my Heavenly Father and His son, my husband and family, my dog, my friends, my neighbors, my writing group, the birds outside my window.Because I’m a writer, I also love my characters. I adore their pluck, courage and mettle. I admire the way they face and overcome hardships. But, as in any romance, I sometimes I get angry with them and think that they are too stupid to live. At those times, I have to remind myself that they live only in my imagination, unless I share. Writing for me is all about sharing--giving back to the world that has so generously shared with me-- because I learned a long time ago that the world is full of life and death dramas. Sometimes we need a story to help us escape.And we need as much love as we can find. That’s why I write romance.I have won awards and contests, but since one disgruntled critic once told me, "If you're as good a writer as you think you are, you should show us, not tell us," I no longer trot out my winnings. In the world of storytelling, they don't really matter.

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    Return to Cinder - Kristy Tate

    Angela left the wedding earlier than she’d planned, but later than she should have. A cold winter sun tipped near the horizon of the empty Nevada sky. Scrub oak and cacti littered the sunbaked ground. An occasional tumbleweed dared to cross the two-lane highway that cut through the desert. An audiobook helped her putter through the hours. She’d chosen Les Miserables more for its length than its storyline—she’d seen both the musical and the movie— but somewhere between Coaldale and Tonopah, the narrator’s voice sputtered and coughed before falling silent.

    Angela glanced at her dashboard. Strange. The lights and gauges seemed to work.

    She tried the radio. White noise filled her car. At first, the sound seemed as empty as rushing wind, but after a few moments she heard sharp clips of a foreign language. She spun the radio dial to the right, searching for another station, but only barks of the strange language greeted her. Russian? No, that wasn’t it. German? That didn’t sound right either.

    Suddenly, the radio fell silent. Her eyes darted up to the rearview mirror, seeing only murky dust clouds behind her as they rolled off the spinning tires.

    What if the car broke down? The last town she’d driven through was nothing more than a gas station, a café, and a general store. The only car she’d spotted had been a patrol car parked at the lone intersection with a mannequin behind the wheel, probably as a deterrent to speeders trying to run away from such a dead-end sort of place.

    Vegas

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