A
Healing Love
By:
Tara Chevrestt
Blurb
Kimberly
Rogers vowed to fight a tragic past the only way she knew how: she
joined the Army and became strong. No man would hurt her again. But a
war wound sends her to her brother's in Cripple Creek, WY, with
vision and hearing impairments.
Where as glasses can help her see and hearing aids can help her hear, nothing can force her to talk again. Is she really unable to speak, or is she hiding behind her disability to protect herself, her pride, and her heart? Regulated to the most menial of jobs, her world in shambles, Kimberly is finally convinced to seek medical assistance.
Carlos Medina is Jackson Hole's best therapist. If anyone can make Kimberly speak again, it's him. But Kimberly has to meet him halfway, and Carlos has his own past tragedy that the young, mute woman threatens to force him to conquer.
They both have wounds…and sometimes wounds must be reopened before they can heal. Can they open up to each other? Can Kimberly find her voice again and open her heart? Can love heal them both?
Where as glasses can help her see and hearing aids can help her hear, nothing can force her to talk again. Is she really unable to speak, or is she hiding behind her disability to protect herself, her pride, and her heart? Regulated to the most menial of jobs, her world in shambles, Kimberly is finally convinced to seek medical assistance.
Carlos Medina is Jackson Hole's best therapist. If anyone can make Kimberly speak again, it's him. But Kimberly has to meet him halfway, and Carlos has his own past tragedy that the young, mute woman threatens to force him to conquer.
They both have wounds…and sometimes wounds must be reopened before they can heal. Can they open up to each other? Can Kimberly find her voice again and open her heart? Can love heal them both?
Excerpt
Carlos
had been expecting a badly scarred, burly woman, not the petite,
slender girl from the coffee shop in Cripple Creek. Only, she wasn’t
really a girl. Her curves attested to that. He had to remind himself
she was twenty-three, as there was something extremely young and
vulnerable about her. Only the angry red mark on her throat—not
covered by a scarf as it had been when he’d seen her before—marred
her beauty…and that didn’t bother him.
She
stepped forward, her gaze on his. She looked just as surprised at the
sight of him as he was at the sight of her. Had she been expecting an
old man with gray hair? He fought the urge not to smile at the idea.
Most people expected someone with his reputation to be much older
than his twenty-eight years…and not a biker they’d met in a
coffee shop who rambled about senoritas and antibiotics. After all,
obtaining a PhD was time-consuming. But he’d been lucky, and unlike
many other students, had not had to work his way through college, and
thus, had been able to focus solely on his studies. He knew he was
blessed. A supportive family and a scholarship had seen him through.
Carlos
jolted himself from his musings and managed to tear his gaze away
from his patient—patient, best not to forget that—and looked for
her brother, expecting him to be right behind her. There was no one
there; she was alone.
“Hi.”
He rose from his chair and reached a hand out to her for her to
shake. “You must be Kimberly Rogers. Is your brother with you?”
Her hand felt soft and delicate in his own. He was careful not to
give it the firm squeeze he normally was prone to giving, careful to
keep his expression neutral and not reveal his surprise or pleasure.
She
nodded and pointed to the door, in the direction of the waiting room.
He
mentally flipped a switch in his mind, from Casual Carlos to Doctor
Carlos. Carlos decided the fact she had brought her brother, but not
allowed him to escort her into the office itself was a positive sign.
She wanted to do this on her own, obviously. She wasn’t weakened to
the point she needed someone to hold her hand at all moments. His
task may not be as difficult as he’d originally thought. Then
again, too much pride could also hinder a patient’s healing. But at
least she was willing and comfortable enough to face a therapist on
her own. The woman had drive. It was visible in the way she held
herself in front of him, back straight, shoulders back, chin up. And
though he knew from her records she was wearing contacts, her eyes
had a determined glint the lenses couldn’t hide. The removal of the
scarf was a positive step as well. She was no longer ashamed of her
wound.
“Have
a seat.” Carlos gestured to the chair across from his desk, and
then, instead of taking his own, he walked around to take the seat a
short distance from hers, turning it slightly as he sat so he would
be facing her. When she appeared comfortable, despite the fact she
was gripping the armrests, he smiled warmly at her. “I’m Carlos
Medina. Your brother told me some of your past history and current
problems, but I would like the full story from you. Now, I realize
you cannot speak; that’s why you’re here, so is there a
particular way you wish to communicate with me right now? You want to
write? Would you rather fill out a form and then talk to me on the
computer until we progress?” He waited, clearing his throat
nervously, for her to answer, and shocked himself with his own
internal thought. Please, say no.
Yea, he
was going to crumple and throw that desensitization, talk via
computer crap out the window…if she let him. He couldn’t explain
why—some therapist he was—but he didn’t want to this woman to
talk to him online. He wanted to talk to her in person. The little
switch was slipping back down to Casual Carlos pretty fast. There
must be a short in my circuit, because I don’t want or need a woman
in my life like that—especially not a patient. It’s not worth my
career…or my heart.
Carlos
visualized the switch in his mind as he watched the young woman and
pictured the little button moving back up to Doctor Carlos.
* * * *
Kimberly
stared at the handsome doctor in front of her. Talking online would
be easier and more convenient, but she didn’t need that kind of
treatment. It wasn’t like she was afraid of going out in public.
Plus, she’d lucked out as far as doctors went. The doctors at
Walter Reed had been older, gray, and paunchy. Heck, her audiologist
wasn’t a young thing, either. But this man…whoa.
He’d
been in the back of her mind ever since her failed second job.
Meeting him had been the first time she’d felt feelings of
attraction or interest in the opposite sex in ages.
This
time, the atmosphere was quieter, calmer, and she wasn’t flustered
or busy and could take the time to really look at him. He was tall,
with olive skin and warm milk chocolate eyes. His face was
clean-shaven, his hair ink-black and wavy despite its short length.
He sported a very nice suit, a drastic difference from the biker
attire she’d seen him in before. An expensive-looking watch was his
only jeweled adornment. She’d checked.
He
cleared his throat, bringing her back to earth. Kimberly realized
he’d been waiting for her to respond. Her face heated with
embarrassment. He was looking at her expectantly. What had he asked?
Oh yeah, the online thing. No…
Flustered,
she merely shook her head at him and reached into her back pocket.
She had come prepared. She pulled out her trusty pad, welcoming an
excuse to stop staring at him. Her notes were slightly damp from the
sweat of her body, and she was reluctant to hand them over, but it
was her story, the words she’d written for George. She could sit
here all day and scribble in front of him or hand him this.
Deciding
she’d rather he be staring at her notes than watching her write
them, she handed them over. This way, she would watch him.
He took
the notes, and his hand lightly brushed against hers in the process.
Kimberly was surprised by the current that traveled up her arm, all
the way to her shoulder, on that little contact.
I’m so
glad I got contacts.
“Is
this what happened to you?” His voice was soft, yet at the same
time clear and masculine.
She
nodded, very aware of his gaze on her until finally, he looked down
at the papers he was holding. A small rush of air escaped her, and
she allowed herself to relax. She’d been so conscious of what she
must look like; hair tucked behind her aids, the red mark on her
throat. It was unnerving having such a handsome man staring at her.
Now, she
sat back and stared at him as he read, noting the crease that
appeared between his brows, the cleanliness of his fingers turning
the pages, the rugged line of his jaw.
Suddenly
therapy didn’t seem so bad.
Review Rating; 4 LIGHTNING BOLTS
Review: A Healing Love is a book that touches on an issue that people face every day, and it's done with an emotional chill that I can't stop thinking back to now. The heroine of this book, Kimberly has gone to war, suffered a major event, and has come back with plenty to hold in. Not only does she have a visual and hearing disability, but she struggles with the events from the war that she can't even speak about. Literally.
I give a high amount of applause to this author for taking on a heroine with multiple disabilities. It's difficult to create a character, especially a MAIN character, that doesn't talk. This made the story more compelling to me as we got an interesting perspective of the world through Kimberly when she's unable to speak. I admire this strong woman for her willingness to jump back into the regular world, even though there's many mishaps that get in her way. She has the determination to move on, when everything is stacked against her.
We don't meet the hero of the story right away, but when we do, Carlos struggles with his own past. He lost someone he cared about deeply, which affects him every day. His draw to Kimberly, he doesn't understand. All he's supposed to do is help her to speak again, and to get past the trauma so that she can lead a normal life. The last thing he expects is to fall in love with her.
This is a well written story. Now, there's a few times that have flashbacks that for me, pull away from the book. I felt there wasn't a need for them and that maybe it could have been executed differently. I understand what the author was trying to do, but it just got a little confusing at times. Other than that, I enjoyed this story about second chances, love and the power to heal. I recommend this great, emotional read.
Author
Bio
Tara Chevrestt is a deaf woman,
former aviation mechanic, writer, and an editor. She is most
passionate about planes, motorcycles, dogs, and above all, reading.
That led to her love of writing. Between her writing and her editing,
which allows her to be home with her little canine kids, she believes
she has the greatest job in the world. She is very happily married.
Her theme is Strong is Sexy. She
shares a website with her naughty pen name:
http://tarachevrestt.weebly.com/index.html
and they have a Facebook page:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tara-Chevrestt-Sonia-Hightower/218383211513877.
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ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your insightful thoughts. I appreciate you taking the time to read it. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the review! This sounds really good
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