Fate's Hand: Book One Of The Celtic Prophecy - Plot & Excerpts
She had returned to the room to put the finishing touches to her make-up when she went utterly still as she looked down on the dressing table. Guilt washed over her as she glimpsed a familiar gold ring settled in the velvet of her open jewelry box. She slid on the ring, feeling its familiar weight at the base of her finger, and she was back there. Candlelight glowed in the cozy community church. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish… Liam brought her hand up to his lips as he slipped the ring on her finger and sealed it with a kiss. From this day forward until death do you part. Death. She ripped the ring off and shoved it in the bottom of the dresser drawer. Her therapist’s words echoed in her head. It was acceptable to begin to have feelings for another man. In fact, how many times had he urged her to start dating?
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