You never forget your first love.
Even if it hurts your chance at second love.
In Ontario Anjaline realizes her dream of becoming a journalist for one of Toronto’s leading newspapers.
In Hope Valley Gabriel
apprentices to become a skilled carpenter. Together they were two kids in love. Apart they have a chance to grow into the people they
were meant to be. If part of that growth means taking a chance on new love, will they embrace it? Or will they cling to what they once had and miss out on what the future has to offer? And if they do take a second chance on love, does that mean they will never see each other again?
Maybe there is something even better in store for them both.
A Young Adult Romance
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First I have to say 2 things. Love love robin and Gabriel. victoria no she is not nice and what she did to Gabriel ugh. But seriously after what Gabriel has gone through why are people surprised he’s angry and not being kind. I will be surprised if he doesn’t get angry and not kind to others for a while. He has been stomped and crushed in the love department too much and the last one with that letter from Charity (Anjaline) at the same time is just the last straw.
This is a book about maturing and finding love after one door closes or you think it has closed. You never really get over your first love. Gabriel and Anjaline try during high school to have a long distance relationship but they are two far apart and need to mature. Misunderstandings occur and even a friendship is tenuous. As they break apart new relationships with others are formed that help them on their way to new discoveries of who they are and what they want. For Anjaline, Kevin and Tom and for Gabriel Victoria. Ugh Victoria. I still can’t believe she goes and is like I am so sorry I did that but can we be friends. I mean you just crushed him took his heart and put it in the blender. He was supportive and loyal to you and you were just ugh ugh. No don’t ask him to be your friend between you and Anjaline the dude needs a vacation and I am surprised he doesn’t want to join the monastery to get away from women.
Anjaline goes on to college and Tom is her third love. The one that gets Gabriel back in her thoughts. She to me becomes selfish and wishes for his friendship after all this time of not writing to him and wants him at her wedding. Gabriel never let go of Anjaline. He tried even was loyal and loving to Victoria but he always held out hope. Poor poor guy no wonder in the end he feels duped and has a lot of pent up anger that is just constantly coming out. dude has been put through the ringer. Anjaline not as bad as Victoria.
Robin is a great supporting character and friend to Gabriel. gabriel does feel bad about his actions towards Robin in the end but his hurt and anger over everything is clouding his judgement. Robin understands this and is being a friend at a distance until gabriel can come to terms with things.
As for Anjaline, her dreams come true and Tom is her guy. In her subconscious though Gabriel is never far from her thoughts and heart. That is why she writes the letter. Me it’s selfish and when Gabriel finally gets to read it it puts him over the edge. I hope we get sweet kind Gabriel back. I do miss him but understand where he is right now. Two girls ripping his heart out. One unintentionally and will always be there the other through betrayal.
I hope that Gabriel and Anjaline are able to come back together and work things out. They obviously still love one another and this time apart allowed them to grow and mature. Find themselves and what they want. Now that Anjaline is back in Hope Valley lets hope this means these two get a HEA together. a heartbreaking book but sweet and beautiful just the same.
About the Author:
Amy was raised in Africa by missionary parents and has gained a rich perspective of the world in her travels. She has been writing stories since she could hold a crayon but was officially published in 2009 through Kindle Direct Publishing and CreateSpace. A great reader of romance, it was a natural step for her to start writing it. Amy lives in Toronto with her husband and young daughter. Worlds Apart is her second novel.
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Worlds Apart Excerpt:
Victoria Elizabeth Tanbrook was just eight years old when she shortened her name to Ria, a name more befitting her tomboy image. It was a cool spring day and along with her six-year-old brother, she pretended that the fence running the length of their property was a tight wire.
Squinting into the mid afternoon sun as she held tight to Nicolas’ hand for balance, Victoria frowned. “Look at me, Nicky. Do I look like a Victoria?” Before he could say a word, she answered for him. “No. And I’m not an Elizabeth either. What on earth was Mother thinking when she named me after two queens?”
She released his hand and jumped down, bending her knees slightly to cushion the fall. Smoothing out the dress their mother had insisted she wear for the weekly visit to their aunt and uncle’s farm, she leaned against the fence and sighed.
Nicolas, in his usual teasing fashion, leaned against the fence beside her and dropped a frog onto her shoulder. She sniffed, scooped the croaking amphibian into her hands and smiled at it before setting the bewildered creature gently on the ground.
Seemingly unperturbed, he shrugged. “Beats me, Vickie. Maybe it’s because you’re the only girl in the family. So, you got a special name. What’s the big deal?” He jumped out of the way when she tossed the frog in his face in a rare show of temper and stomped away. “What? Hey, Vickie! Wait up! What’d I say?” He finally caught up with her, confused and out of breath. She spun, nearly crashing into him.
“I’m not Victoria or Vickie. My name is Ria and if you ever tell anyone my middle name, I swear I’ll beat you senseless, Nicolas Tanbrook.”
Snatching a full head of wheat from between the slats of the rust red fence, she popped a few kernels into her mouth, chewed and spit out the husk, missing Nicolas’ shoes by inches.
“Aunt Sharon named all of her kids simple names. You can’t get much more basic than Bryan, James, Eric, Peter and David.” She narrowed her eyes when it seemed like Nicolas might laugh. Their mother called them in for a snack and Victoria sighed. As she passed Nicolas, she gave him a swat for good measure.
Nicolas shook his head and grinned, following his sister into the house. When his mother raised an eyebrow, he shrugged and said, “Vickie wants to be called Ria now. Oops. I mean Victoria wants to be called Ria.”
Behind his sister’s back he twirled his finger near his ear and made a face that conveyed the idea that he thought she was crazy. Victoria spun at their mother’s reprimand and glared at him suspiciously. He returned her glare with an air of innocence and strolled in the other direction.
As time passed and Victoria grew older she spent more and more time by herself up on the roof of her father’s barn. There she could dream as she gazed out over the vast fields of amber and gold. From an early age she had shown an aptitude for painting, and would spend hours at a time copying the view before her onto canvas. A slight breeze often rippled through the wheat like waves on an endless sea, and before long she was lost in her art.
She envied the occasional eagle that swooped into the ocean in search of its prey, and dreamt that someday she would see what a real ocean was like. Someday she might even see a mountain outside a Geography textbook. Someday she might even smell salt air. And maybe someday she would have more than just Nicolas and her cousins as friends.
Homeschooling seemed to make the most sense since they lived so far out in the country. Secretly she admitted to a deep-rooted loneliness, and imagined what it would be like to have friends. Not being the type to wallow in self pity, she would shake her head and laugh whenever she felt melancholy. Then she would take a stroll down the road to her aunt and uncle’s farm for a visit with her cousins.
She learned to spit like the boys, haul heavy bales and clean out the pig pen as soon as her cousins saw that she was capable. Victoria picked up tips on how to be one of the guys quickly. She spent a lot of time with her cousins and brother, learning how to run a farm. As a result of all the time spent hard at work in the blazing sun, her skin was tanned to a deep bronze and freckles dusted her nose and cheeks.
The only allowances for femininity that Victoria made were in regards to her hair and choice of tattoos. She let her hair grow down to her waist, only allowing the barber to trim it once a year. She wore it in a tight braid to be practical, and only let it down when she was alone in the fields after dark.
Victoria went with her cousins to get her first tattoo when she was fifteen. Bryan was the first to tease her about her choice of tattoos, but she ignored the laughter of the boys who were more like brothers than cousins. As stubborn as ever, she held firm.
“I’m not getting skulls or dragons, guys. Besides, if I’m getting something permanent, I want it to be something I won’t be embarrassed to show Mother.”
Peter, David, Eric and James laughed but Bryan seemed impressed that she was so independent. Nicolas waited outside the parlour, claiming a great aversion to the sight of needles.
While they all stood around joking that she would cry before the needle even touched her, she squared her shoulders. She bit down on her lip hard enough to make it bleed, but somehow managed to keep from screaming as the tattoo artist burned and inked in the tender flesh at the base of her spine.
“Wow, Ria. You’re a lot tougher than I thought,” Eric said as he helped her stand. As they all strolled down the street to the local Dairy Queen®, Eric’s twin, James, gave her a high five and winked.
Nicolas grinned and rested his hand on Victoria’s shoulder. “That’s my big sister; one of the guys and probably tougher than all of you jokers put together.” He ducked the swat David gave him and laughed.
“Come here and say that to my face, half pint!” David said, a mock frown on his face as he raced after him.
The two youngest Tanbrooks engaged in a boxing match until they reached the door of the Dairy Queen®, and Peter stopped them with a look. He sprung for several huge Blizzards® in honour of her bravery and Nicolas just shook his head in awe as they all ate. Bryan, her co-conspirator, secretly slipped a little of the frozen dessert down the back of her shirt and she sent him a smile of gratitude even as she worked to suppress the shiver.
While they ate and the boys engaged in light-hearted banter, Victoria tried not to think about their next trip into town. Peter, the oldest and in his eyes the wisest, reminded her that such a detailed tattoo would take several visits to the tattoo parlour. “Why you chose such a big tattoo for your first time is beyond me, Ria. Now that you’ve done it though, you’re kind of committed. You up for this?”
Victoria, who was trying to swallow the pain along with her ice cream, nodded, wondering at her own sanity. It would take close to three months to complete the tattoo. When it was done, the result pleased her immensely. Her mind fairly buzzed with the freedom it represented.
On her sixteenth birthday, Victoria bribed Bryan to take her back for another tattoo. “I’ll do all your chores for a week, if you take me into town for another tattoo. Please, Bry?”
Bryan shook his head and grabbed the keys to his dad’s pickup. He barely hid a grin when she skipped along beside him. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is the last one though, right?”
She pressed her tongue against her teeth as though thinking before tossing her waist-length braid over her shoulder and winking at him. “Not on your life. I’m getting you to bring me back for a belly button tattoo on my seventeenth.”
Bryan raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, letting the truck idle. “One, you’d better be getting a female artist, because there’s no way in Hades I’m letting some strange guy touch your stomach. Two, if I do take you back, you’re going to owe me a month’s worth of chores.”
She squealed and grabbed him around the neck, planting a kiss on his cheek. “See? This is why you’re my favourite cousin.” After a moment she realized how girly she appeared and let him go. She settled back in her seat, trying to look tough again. “I mean, that’s fine. Anyway, I think you’ll like the next one.”
Bryan merely rolled his green eyes to the truck ceiling before leaning forward and shoving the gearshift into reverse. “Your mom is going to kill me when she finds out you’ve been sneaking out every year since you were fifteen to get a tattoo.”
She grinned and sat up straight, looking out of the windshield. “By the time she finds out it’ll be too late. Let’s see anybody call me Princess Vickie now.”
He sighed and she knew he was wondering just how much trouble he would be in if his part in her small acts of rebellion was ever discovered. Her final tattoo was on March 17th; her eighteenth birthday. Had she known how symbolic it would be of all she would leave behind, she might have requested more detail. Barely one week later, her father called a family meeting.
“Ria…Nick. I’ve called you here because I have something important to tell you.”
When Victoria glanced uneasily at Nicolas, he simply shrugged as if to say he had no idea what was going on.
“About a month ago, I received a letter from an old friend by the name of Colin O’Connor. Apparently, the resident anthropologist and his family had to leave Hope Valley for a new post a couple of months ago. Since Colin knows about my part-time work with the natives here, he thought I would like the position. There are a few things to be figured out first, so we won’t be leaving until late July. I wanted you both to know ahead of time, so you can get used to the idea.
Now, I’ve talked it over with your mother and we both feel very strongly that I should go, but I wanted to make sure you and Nicolas are on board as well. This isn’t just a job for me. It’s a change for the whole family. The position is out west and it sounds like a really exciting opportunity, but I need to know that you both are okay with this.”
Victoria flicked her gaze to Nicolas and swallowed hard. This was a chance to see some place new, but it also meant saying goodbye to her home, her cousins and all that was familiar. “What’s out there that we don’t have here?” She bit her lip to stop the quivering, determined to hide her feelings until she could be alone to sort things out.
Their father’s eyes lit up like a child at Christmas and he leaned forward, hands on his knees, turning to them both in turn. “We’ll see the ocean and mountains; taller than you could ever imagine. And there will be other kids your age, and all the berries you can eat, and new people and—”
Victoria raised a hand to stop her father, excitement mixing with panic as she tried to absorb everything he was telling them. “If it’s okay with you, Nick and I would like to take a week or so to think all this through. Would that be okay?”
Her father nodded with an indulgent smile for his only daughter. He seemed barely able to contain himself, and yet when he spoke his words were measured. “That will be fine. I’ll call another family meeting in two weeks. You and Nick can tell me your decision then.”
Victoria nodded too, standing a little shakily. It was a lot to take in all at once. She hurried out to the fields and up onto the roof of her father’s barn, a million thoughts and questions racing through her mind.
This has been my home for the past eighteen years. I don’t know if I can really leave it for a place completely foreign. Daddy knows I’ve always wanted to see the world beyond Eastern Plains, but…it means saying goodbye to everyone and everything I love. I don’t know if I can do it.
At first she was excited about the possibility of friends, mountains and even the ocean. Her father’s excitement was contagious, and she looked forward to new adventures. Her longing to see other places and eventually the world won out in the end, but her heart broke at the thought of leaving her dear cousins, perhaps forever.
She took the full two weeks to decide, and silently observed as her little brother did the same. At the end of those two weeks she had come to a decision but it had not been an easy one. The thought of leaving Bryan, her ‘brother from a different mother’ as she jokingly called him, was especially painful.
The day of their second family meeting arrived, and she steeled her resolve. Victoria sat down in the living room of their old ranch style house opposite her father and mother and beside her brother, fighting back the tears. She risked a glance sideways at Nicolas and could see he was doing the same. It didn’t make things any easier when he raised his head and stared back at her miserably.
Henry Tanbrook leaned forward as he had before, and looked intently at them both. Beside him, his wife Crystal was gently holding his arm, as if she felt the need to restrain him. He cleared his throat and smiled tentatively. “So? Have each of you made your decision? Do you have any more questions that I didn’t answer last time?”
Victoria struggled with a huge lump in her throat, and it took five swallows before she was finally able to speak. When she did, her voice was soft and tentative.
“I don’t want to leave Eastern Plains, but I know this job is important to you. I also want to see what life is like outside our little farm. I vote that you take the job.”
The tears were incredibly near the surface and she couldn’t wait to bolt. She dropped her eyes to the floor, knowing the moment she heard Nicolas’ trembling voice that she would lose control of her emotions.
When her father released a small breath and shifted in his leather chair, she knew without looking up that he was waiting for Nicolas to speak. With everything in her, she wanted to take back her words. Is adventure really worth leaving my family and the only friends I’ve ever known? She swallowed again and clenched her fists.
Deep down she knew that if she had said she didn’t want to leave, it would just be a fight with her father. She could see in his eyes whenever she looked his way, that this job meant everything to him. Victoria raised her eyes to Nicolas’, wishing he would vote no.
Nicolas cleared his throat. “I don’t want to leave Eastern Plains, Father. I don’t want to leave my cousins. But, like Ria, I want to see what life is like outside our little farm. I want to see the ocean and the mountains and I know that you really want this job.” He closed his eyes a moment and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. When he opened them again there was determination in them. “So, I vote for your new job in Hope Valley too.”
Victoria sat upright, prepared to rush from the room as soon as her father gave her permission. Her chest felt incredibly tight, her throat was swollen and her eyes were burning with unshed tears. Bryan’s beloved face floated in her mind and she fought not to clench her eyes shut, instead keeping them focused on her father’s face.
Beaming from ear to ear, Henry stood up and approached his children, laying a huge hand on each of their shoulders in turn. “You won’t regret this. I promise. And you’ll see, it will be a fantastic new adventure. Thank you for supporting me in this decision.”
And just like that, the decision was made and her future was changed. When her father left the room, she exited quickly through the back door of their ranch style home and made a beeline for the barn. Climbing the ladder swiftly, she crawled out onto the widow’s peak and sat down, legs crossed in a lotus position.
She took one deep breath, and the pressure on her chest eased a fraction. Gazing at the sun setting over the sea of wheat, she let the first tear fall. A small hiccup followed before the tears came. Wracking sobs overwhelmed her as she struggled to imprint every acre of the farms owned by her father and uncle on her memory.
Coming Easter 2014! Dreams Come True
Back Cover blurb:
Nearly six years ago, Anjaline promised Gabriel that she would make it back to Hope Valley, no matter how long it took. Will keeping her promise mean a second chance for them, or just more heartache?
Shortly after ending her engagement to Tom Sawyer, Anjaline Rodriguez is given an assignment which leads her back to Hope Valley. Over the past six years she has become Charity Sutherland, a reporter willing to set aside her dreams to protect her heart. In becoming Charity she gave up with it meant to be Angie, a girl from Quito, Ecuador with a compassionate heart. When she sees Hope Valley and her old friends again, she longs to return to being the girl she once was. Gabriel finds her on the bridge where they first met and she can’t deny the spark of attraction. Can that spark become a flame of true love? Will she have the courage to say yes to her future and no to a past that has only caused her pain? Will all her dreams come true at last?
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