Sam Miller is always making up for his best friend's mistakes. Determined to help his childhood friend, Ashleigh, he offers his compassion and companionship as she ventures across a perilous sea. With the faint hope of renewing his lost love for Ashleigh's sister, Sam never expects to find the woman of his dreams in the love of his childhood friend.
Neither are prepared for the life-altering and heart-breaking journey of their friendship."
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“Are you alright?”
Sam’s voice broke through her thoughts.
“Why didn’t you bring your plate camera? Didn’t you say it made clearer photos?”
“It’s with my luggage.” He shook his head and placed his palm over his heart. “My pride and joy and much too nice a camera to toss around on the deck of a ship.”
His gaze held hers until she returned his smile. The power the man had over her was unnerving. Her stomach twisted at the thought. Another man with power over her? She stepped toward the railing and looked out toward the coastline. A gray-green mound broke the line of the horizon. Sunlight sparkled across the waves. She blinked her eyes open against the sun’s reflection on the horizon. It was easy to see God in the vastness of the sea and the strength of those waves. A frown pulled at her bottom lip. So where was all that power years ago? Did He even hear her cry for help? She closed her eyes to the sun’s warmth and breathed in the salty air as it sent her well-kept hair into chaos. Her thoughts almost formed into a prayer, years of habit and necessity. But He didn’t care.
“Ash, come take a look at this view.”
She pushed away her thoughts and walked to Sam’s side. Carefully she leaned close to the small leatherbound box on its precarious tripod perch. Sam hobby had grown into a little business back in Millington, even finding some of his photographs of Appalachia in a few magazines, but Ashleigh had never grown adept in working the tiny device. Her hand reached to steady the instrument and brushed against Sam’s fingers. She attempted to pull her hand back, but he captured her fingers and placed them on the side of the camera, firming his palm over them.
“Hold it like this.”
He stood behind her now, his arms hemmed her in on each side to steady the camera and his breath warmed her ear. She swallowed, or tried to, but her dry mouth wouldn’t cooperate. Stop these feelings, Ashleigh. Ignore them.
She forced the rising heat in her chest to chill and took a deep breath, attention fixed on the site through the lens. It was remarkable how one could frame a piece of the world. The monstrous ocean wasn’t as frightening in such small doses. In fact, the angle at which the sun glazed the water held a magical, almost hypnotic quality. So vast and mysterious, and yet as beautiful as starlight’s reflection in a pond.
“It’s beautiful. It truly frames the world.”
“One of the many reasons I’m obsessed with it, I think.” Sam’s voice smoothed past her ear. He guided the camera to a different scene, nearer the coast. She ignored the influence of his closeness to the chaos in the pit of her stomach. “Can you see the coast now?”
“Oh yes, it’s lovely.” She pulled back and smiled up at him, but hadn’t calculated his extreme closeness.
His face hovered just above hers, eyes so intense, she thought he might read her rebel thoughts. His brow tilted upward, slightly, as if he was searching for an answer to an unvoiced question.
She didn’t have an answer. She couldn’t have an answer.
As if drugged, she drew her attention from his and back to the camera lens. The sea rumbled out to meet the distant shore, waves as confused as the emotions crashing about in her heart. She couldn’t wait to get off of this boat. There would be plenty of opportunities to flee Sam’s closeness in Edensbury. She knew all the hiding places at her mother’s home.
As a child, hiding had been a survival skill honed to near-perfection.
She blinked the framed scene back into view. A strange stream of bubbles broke into her line of vision making a surprisingly straight path through the waves. A fish? Whale? Whatever it was, it moved fast.
“Sam, look here. There’s some strange fish coming up from the water toward the ship.”
His lips quirked into a doubtful smirk as he took the camera. “A fish coming toward the ship?” He peered through. “I don’t know of any fi—” His breath caught and his body stiffened. “No.”
His exclamation pierced through her and echoed from her own lips. “What, Sam? It can’t be—”
“Torpedo on the starboard side!”
The shout rang down from a place above her followed immediately by another from somewhere else on the boat. A chill trembled down her spine. Sam’s gaze locked with Ashleigh’s and everything slowed. Sounds muffled except for the thrumming of her heartbeat in her ears. Sam pushed his camera aside and took hold of her shoulders just as an explosion sent them staggering like ragdolls toward the railing. Ash and dust flew into the air and rained down upon them, a few pieces stinging against her back. No, dear Lord. We’ve been hit.
This story isn't an easy one. It's not one that has you smiling with your rose colored glasses and skipping through fields of roses. (Although there are moments of lemon scented bliss and poppies galore.) But instead, it deals with issues that we all go through. All of us.
Ashleigh has to deal with her past. She's bought into the lies that others have told her. She believes those horrible whispers that question her goodness and virtue. She has trouble believing what God says because she's immersed in negativity.
And Sam. (He reminds me of good ol' Gilbert Blythe. I loved his character.) Sam's past is filled with pain but instead of it helping him see good, he sees bad. He paints everyone in the same light as the one who did him wrong.
Both Ashleigh and Sam have to come to a place where they realize God's truth is the only way. It's a difficult journey, but the pot of gold at the end is worth it.
My heart ached. My throat filled with tears. And my fingers steadily turned the pages. Ms. Basham gripped me. Immersed me in the story so that I forgot I was in Virginia and thought I was in England. I couldn't rest until I knew what happened between Ashleigh and Sam. I couldn't rest until I wrote this review.
Because, dear reader, you need to read this book. If you've ever wished for a second chance, knowing the sins that lie in your past, this book is for you.
If you've ever wondered how people make mistakes and then ask for forgiveness, then this book is for you.
If you've ever struggled with forgiving a person, then this book is for you.
If you want to be immersed into a story that will tackle matters of the heart and transport you to another time and place, then this book is for you.
Read it. You won't be sorry.
* I give this a 5 out of 5!
** I received a book via SLB in an exchange for an honest review.
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