This, along with the slow almost murky like way of the atmosphere of the story, kept the main couple's romance from being felt. This story is more of an ensemble piece with a secondary romance that I kind of wish got its own book and two handfuls of family and townspeople edging into the spotlight. Sometimes those yesterdays were strong enough, willful enough, to suck you back no matter how hard you struggled. We were all trapped in that cycle of time, just circling around the core of yesterdays.

Nor could you will away the present or change what was coming. You couldn't erase the past, or kill it, or wish it out of existence. I couldn't help always having that in the back of my mind, even though the author kind of leaves the head on dealing with it until more toward the back end of the second half. The main and underlining impetus for this story was the rape and murder of an eight year old girl who was the bestfriend of our heroine, Tory pretty dark stuff. There was some physical violence, particularly in the facial area. I read this for the Murder Most Foul square for Halloween Bingo Because the killer of Hope is nearby as well. But she is willing to open her heart, just a little, and try.īut living so close to unhappy memories will be more difficult and frightening than she ever expected. As she forges a new bond with Cade Lavelle - Hope's older brother and the heir to the Lavelle fortune - she isn't sure whether the tragic loss they share will unite them or drive them apart.

And now, as she returns to the tiny town of Progress, South Carolina, with plans to settle in and open a stylish home-design shop, she is determined to find a measure of peace and free herself from the haunting visions of that terrible night. But she had Hope - who lived in the big house, just a short skip away, and whose friendship allowed Tory to be something she wasn't allowed to be at home: a child.Īfter young Hope's brutal murder, unsolved to this day, Tory's life began to fall apart. Tory Bodeen grew up in a small, rundown house where her father ruled with an iron fist and a leather belt - and where her dreams and talents had no room to flourish.

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