A new year is coming to a close and I have to say it has
flown by. For me it’s been because I’ve had my nose stuck in my laptop writing.
My hobby has become my passion and time flies when your bringing characters to
life.
My name is AJ and come January it will be a year since I
started on this journey of wanting to become a writer. I was a little hesitant
at first but my husband said you never know unless you try. So here I am a year
later with three books coming out through Silver Publishing and I’m happy to
announce I just signed with Siren Publishing for a book schedule to come out in
April.
Fate’s Second Chance is where it all began for to me. I love
the characters of Marc and Shawn. Their story is one of heartache, struggles
and ultimately a happy ever after. But getting to that happy ever after is
harder than anyone could have guessed. A little humor is mixed in because I
love to laugh and I think it helps lighten the mood of the story as to not make
it a depressing story but one of hope.
I had a fun time bringing these character to life and I hope
others enjoy this story that is near and dear to my
heart.
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Fate’s Second Chance (Twists of Fate, Book #1)
by AJ Jarrett
Marie thought dying was the worst thing to happen to her,
until informed she's always been a man's soul trapped in a woman's body. As
Marc, he's got one shot to set things right--by finding love with his best
friend and soul mate--with only a month to do it.
Marie Carter has never felt comfortable in her own body,
and it took dying to find out why. Ross, her unlikely guardian angel, informs
her that mistakes were made and he needs her help to save her fate, Ross's
wings, and her best friend's heart.
Six month's after Marie's death, Marc arrives with one
month to heal Sabrina's—his sister's—suffering, and win his soulmate, Shawn. If
he fails, Sabrina will never know peace, Ross will be kicked out of heaven, and
the love of his life will die from a broken heart. Will that be enough time to
heal the wounds a lifetime in the wrong body has caused?
EXCERPT:
I always assumed
when I died my life would flash before my eyes, but that was so not the case.
Sitting on an airplane with complete strangers as the massive piece of
machinery plummeted to the ground, all I could think was why the fuck did I
take the earlier flight.
I was being a
little dramatic I know, but I was about to die and leave my sister and my best
friend. The only people I loved in the world, plus the only family I had. I was
more than likely leaving them due to faulty equipment or engine malfunction.
What a lousy way to go.
My poor sister
Serena, what would she do? Our parents died when I was fifteen and she
twenty-two. We were all we had in the world, and now I would be bailing on her
too. Of course, this entire situation wasn't my fault but it didn't make it any
easier. She'd been my friend and parent for the past ten years. I loved Serena,
she was truly the best sister slash parent a girl could ever have.
Then there was
Shawn, my best friend since kindergarten. The only man I ever truly loved. He
was there when my parents died, there when Serena caught me having my first
beer, and there when my first boyfriend broke my heart. Whenever I needed
someone, he was there to pick up the pieces no matter how big or how small. I
couldn't have picked a better friend.
The only thing
bad about being in love with Shawn was that he's gay. I'm a girl so a romantic
relationship would never happen. Now I wouldn't even get the chance to say
I love you in more than a friend kind of way. Maybe going down was for the
best. Telling Shawn my true feelings would ruin our friendship.
These were the
things going through my mind minutes before the plane crashed and I'd die. To
have just one more chance to tell Shawn and Serena I loved them, I would have
given anything.
The swift drop in
altitude told me the engines had stalled. I heard other passengers screaming,
crying, and praying, but I sat there with my eyes clenched tight. Behind my
eyelids, all I saw were Shawn and Serena. Then nothing.
* * * *
Sometime later I
woke up. I took in my surroundings--white walls, white bed linens, and I was
wearing a white gown. My nose twitched at the sterile clean smell of the room.
I had to be in a hospital.
How could I have
survived a plane crash? Maybe I had dreamed the whole thing. I sat up and
looked around me. I took notice of the large white room with fluffy white fog
floating around the floor.
Okay, that was
weird. I had to be dreaming.
"You're not
dreaming, sweetheart. You're dead as a doornail."
What the
fuck? I spun around and
clutched my blanket to my chest. There was a man leaning against the wall. I
could tell even in a relaxed state he would tower over my short stature. He had
a golden complexion, platinum blond hair that came to his shoulders, and a
smile on his face that lit up the room. Definitely gorgeous in a preppy guy
way, as if he just stepped out of a J Crew ad. He wore all white as well.
What was up with
all the white? Okay, this wasn't the time for stupid questions. I needed to
focus.
"Yes, please
focus since we don't have a lot of time here, sweetheart, but thanks for the
compliment."
Okay, is he
reading my freaking mind?
I tilted my head to the side to study this apparent psychic medium.
"Yes, I can
read your thoughts, but can you start using your mouth? It would make this less
awkward," the man said as he pushed away from the wall.
I tried to
swallow but my mouth was too dry. I wasn't sure if it was the rising fear or
shock that had me unable to move or react. "Where am I?" Start
slow, Marie, you can do this.
"Okay, once
again, speak words to me. Reading your mind is giving me a headache and that's
just poor manners." The man came and sat down at the end of the bed I was
lying on. "To answer your question, you're in what we like to call limbo.
There has been a mistake, or actually," the man let out a small chuckle,
"a few mistakes but who's counting. My name is Ross and I'm your guardian
angel."
The angel named
Ross held out his hand for me to shake. So I did. After all, I was completely
crazy. The dude just said I was in limbo. Crazy Town, population me.
"Girl,
seriously, snap out of it. My name is Ross, your guardian angel. Let us speed
this up, shall we? You remember the plane crash?"
Plane crash,
plane crash, plane crash. Fuck! Ross nodded up and down. "I'm really dead. My whole life
seems like a dream and I'm just now waking up." I looked around me to get
a better look. "Is this the waiting room for Heaven?" I whispered as
I leaned toward him.
Ross shook his
head at me. Sue me; I was new to all this dying business.
"L-I-M-B-O.
Did you get that? Jeez, you're slow," Ross said as he relaxed back on his
elbows.
"Dude, you
don't need to shout at me or spell shit. I hear perfectly fine and speak
English. You're just a lousy explainer," I said as I pointed my finger at
him. Okay, maybe yelling at the crazy man claiming to be my guardian angel
wasn't the smartest thing for me to do.
"I'm trying
to explain but you're not listening." I watched as Ross ran his hands
through his white blond hair as he mumbled something I couldn't make out.
"Okay, let's try this again. My name is Ross, you died in the plane crash,
and you're sitting in limbo. Long story short, there's been a mistake and like
I said this dying business isn't the first mistake to happen to you."
I chewed on my
lower lip as I tried to digest all the info. All I heard was mistake, dying,
and wasn't the first mistake. Where does a person begin?
"What do you
mean mistake? To me someone dying is a huge thing to fuck up on. Don't you
think?" I shouted.
"Okay, first
off, you can't yell at me if I can't yell at you, and second you cuss way too
much. I've always thought that, you know," Ross said as he flipped his
hair back in a very feminine manner.
Was this guy
serious? "Listen here, grandma, if you don't explain yourself I'm going to
want to speak to your boss or manager or some shit like that." There, that
didn't sound completely absurd or anything.
Breathe,
Marie, everything is all right, you're not crazy. My breaths started rushing in and out of
my chest with so much force I thought I might hyperventilate.
"Take deep
breaths and calm down. Can't have you dying on me again." Ross started to
laugh and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Too soon for death jokes?"
"You
think?"
"Sorry, you
need to lighten up and laugh, because you're going to be laughing after I explain
this whole mix up." Ross sat up a little straighter and crossed his legs
at the knee.
"Okay."
What else could I say? I didn't know how to get out of this place so listening
to Ross was my only option.
"Twenty-five
years ago I became a guardian angel. The night I got my wings, I went and
celebrated with some other angels. That ceremonial wine has a kick like you
wouldn't believe." Ross started to laugh but at my lack of amusement, he
went on with his story. "Anyway, I overslept my first assignment. See, when
we get our wings, we're given charges to follow from birth to death and you are
mine. Actually you're my only one."
"You sound
bothered by that. Why am I your only one? Are you supposed to have more than
one?" This dude sure wasn't gaining my confidence.
"Well, I
made a mistake and until I fix this debacle, I'm stuck with just you. And let's
just say you're not the most exciting person in the world."
"Hey! We are talking about your
fuck–up, not my boring life. And for the record, my life is so not boring."
I stuck my tongue out at him. Childish? Yes, but I didn't care.
BUY LINKS:
Silver Publishing - https://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/new-release-c-1/fate-s-second-chance-ebook-p-653
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Fates-Second-Chance-Twists-ebook/dp/B0063CNE9S/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1321756359&sr=8-1
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
AJ Jarrett currently lives in
the Midwest with her husband and four children. A lover
of M/M romances she has started writing her own stories for others to enjoy.
She is currently published through Silver Publishing and her first release
Fate’s Second Chance is the first in the Twist of Fates series. When she is not
chasing around her kids she can be found sitting on the couch with her trusted
laptop giving life to the voices in her head.
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