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People get divorced, but that's what happens to other people. That’s what Claire thought anyway, until her husband, Charlie, tells her he wants a divorce. 

 Claire has no choice but to take on the title of Divorced Woman, and face the question she has no idea how to answer. Who is Claire without Charlie?  Her family believes her newly divorced woes can be cured by jumping back into the dating scene – and landing herself a boyfriend.  With her dating dunce cap in hand, Claire stumbles her way through the foreign territory of online dating.

 A teacher from hell, a stalker, and a softball coach later, Claire proclaims herself the dating idiot she thought she was. But an accidental run-in with an old acquaintance might change everything.  What starts by comparing dating battle wounds over a cup of coffee, quickly turns into something Claire thought she had given up on. 

As Claire discovers maybe there is love after Charlie after all, Charlie realizes his mistake. He wants her back, and he'll do anything to prove it to her. Now Claire must choose who deserves her heart, and if she's really willing to give it away again.
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THE ECHOES OF RESILIENCE SERIES

In the "Echoes of Resilience" series, journey alongside three remarkable women as they navigate the complexities of life, love, and friendship. United by a shared bond forged through a women's support group, Emily Turner, Lily Ramirez, and Allison Greene each embark on a deeply personal journey of healing and self-discovery.

In "The Frumpy One," follow Emily as she confronts the ghosts of her past and learns to embrace her own beauty beyond society's standards. Meanwhile, in "The Pretty One," Lily's quest for glamour and excitement leads her down a dangerous path, forcing her to confront the harsh realities of trauma and resilience. As the series unfolds, "The Courageous One" shines a light on Allison's battle with breast cancer, exploring the profound depths of strength and solidarity in the face of adversity. Through heartache and triumph, these women's interconnected stories weave a tapestry of resilience, empowerment, and the enduring power of female friendship. Join us on a journey of hope, healing, and the unbreakable bonds that echo through the trials of life in the "Echoes of Resilience" series. To learn more about the series, click here

Soul mates from the past leave their love unfinished when a tragic accident ends their lives on their wedding day.  Yet they are destined to meet again to fulfill that love in new incarnations, leading vastly different lives.

Emma thought she had chosen the right path, but too late does she realize her mistake as her husband reveals the monster behind his smile-morphing their fairy-tale image with loveless obligation.  Trapped in a broken marriage to a powerful, abusive husband, she knows this is not the life she was destined to live.  As her hope for love withers, she meets James, her love from a lifetime ago.

Emma cannot deny the love pulling her toward James, but courage to abandon her marriage wavers and unknowingly puts her love on the line.  If Emma has any hope of life and love, she must trust the bond with James and be with the man destiny has spent two lifetimes guiding her toward.  Are they fated to fulfill their love, or will they once again, leave love unfinished?


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