Title: Love You More
Author: M.L. Stephens
Genre: New Adult Paranormal, Romance, Suspense
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours
In life she found love, but can she hold on to it in death?
Her life was fabulous, until she was murdered, but now she knows. There are only two things in a person's existence that truly matter—before and after. This is Jade's after.
Caught in a realm between life and death, Jade is torn between the unexpected love of a stranger, catching the people who killed her, or remaining true to the man she was meant to marry.
With the clock ticking, she struggles to find a way to save the life of her best friend, while deciding which man will claim her heart. One wrong decision could leave her stranded in limbo for all of eternity.
If I wasn't so involved in my own traumatic state of depression, I'd be grateful that Chad had stuck around. I'd tried running him off, but he was a real trooper—lucky me. His upbeat mood and constant optimism was enough to make me sick. I wanted to pull a Houdini and disappear for life. Well, maybe not for life, I thought, but for a while.
"Rise and shine, Claire. Today is all about unicorns and rainbows!" Chad's voice filtered in from the other side of the door.
"What did you say?" I asked, glaring at the door as I bolted up in my mess of a bed.
He strolled in wearing a brilliant smile. "I said that today is all about unicorns and…"
Holding my hand up, I cut him off before he could finish. "I know. I know. But why did you say it?"
"I don't know. It just came to me."
"Have you used that expression before?"
Looking mystified, Chad shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think so, but if it's a big deal…"
"It is a big deal! Don't ever use that phrase again!" I yelled. "Unicorns, rainbows, and fairies were reserved for me and Jade. You don't get to use those. No one gets to use those!" There weren't enough tears left for me to shed. My well of misery was dry.
Crossing his arms, he pondered the situation. "Ok, Let's try this again." He left the room, shutting the door on his way out.
"Thank you!" I shouted, throwing myself back against the mattress. More feathers floated up around me. I watched as they glided down. Just before they landed, another knock jolted me up.
"What?" I was not amused.
Chad burst into the room with a blanket tied around his neck. The length of it cascaded toward the floor and stopped just behind his knees. With a broom in his hand, he thrust it forward as if it were a sword. "Rise and shine, Claire! Today is all about Prince Charming and frogs!"
I would have to be dead not to find the humor in that, I reasoned. Laughter ripped out of my chest, filling the space around us. Chad had the uncanny ability to turn any situation into an award winning masterpiece. The days of pain slid away as unexpected laughter took its place. The dried up tears that had stained my face, became tears of joy. I laughed until my ribs hurt. I laughed until I couldn't breathe. I laughed away my grief, my losses and my selfish depression. When I finally gained control of the uncontrollable cackles, all I could do was stare at the man in the makeshift cape and broom sword who had saved me from the cavernous ravages of hopelessness. He'd been saving me since we'd met.
I'm always clicking away at the keyboard, but when I'm not, my family, two dogs, and a very peculiar cat keep me on my toes! There's never a boring moment at my desk!
Besides my obvious love for coffee and all things caffeinated, I love to travel. The occasional tourist stop is fun, but I'm a back road kind of gal. Take me off the beaten path. I want to meet the ordinary people behind the culture.
My crazy family includes a husband, four kids, two grandbabies, two dogs, and a cat. That's right! Life is totally insane! Now you understand why I write!
Speaking of writing, I've been spinning stories around the campfire, since I can remember. Poetry was second nature, and as a teen and young adult, short stories were constantly being penned. I'm an avid reader, who loves almost all genres. Let's face it! A good read is a good read, regardless of whether it takes place in the future, the past, or with ghosts.