Title:
Into The Fire
Series: Wrecked: Book
one
Author: Michele G.
Miller
At fifteen, an
accident
turned my world upside down. Scarred in every way possible, I shut
down,
finding comfort by self-inflicting
pain.
I’ve grown
accustomed
to the truths of my life, but I’m
tired.
Tired of this
reality...
Tired of the
need...
Of the pain...
I’m weary of being
this
person...
Of being
alone...
Though, I’m more
afraid of
letting someone in.
It’s been five
years.
Can I return home
and face my
fears? Overcome the pain?
It’s time to find
out.
For too long, the
story of my
life has been one of horror.
I want my fairy
tale.
I want my prince,
my happily
ever after.
The question is,
does it want
me?
*This is a
standalone
novel following a character introduced in the From The Wreckage
series. It
is not necessary to read that series to enjoy this
story.*
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Michele writes novels
with
fairytale love for everyday life. Romance is always central to her plots
where the
genres range from Coming of Age Fantasy and Drama to New Adult
Romantic
Suspense.
Having grown up in both
the cold,
quiet town of Topsham, Maine and the steamy, southern hospitality of
Mobile,
Alabama, Michele is something of an enigma. She is an avid Yankees fan,
loves New
England, being outdoors and misses snow. However she thinks southern
boys are
hotter, Alabama football is the only REAL football out there and sweet
tea is the
best thing this side of heaven and her children's
laughter!
Her family, an amazing
husband and
three awesome kids, have planted their roots in the middle of
Michele's
two childhood homes in Charlotte, North Carolina.
Into the Fire by Michele G.
Miller
Chapter 1
Today’s reality… Doing something new
January 3, 2018
“Good morning, Danica. How are you
today?” asks Dr. Green as he walks into his office, late as
usual.
His glasses sit askew atop his head, his salt and
pepper hair sticking out in all directions. This is the
man who has been counseling me to get
on with my life. The man who scarcely arrives to our appointments
on time. But I like him. He’s easy to
talk with: jovial, caring, and not nearly as pushy as other therapists
I’ve seen through the
years.
He seats himself in the chair across from me and I close my
eyes, breathing in deeply. “I opened my email this weekend.”
“Oh? Is that
unusual for you?” he asks.
“My old email. The account from…
before.”
Dr. Green remains quiet, waiting for more.
When it becomes clear I’m not offering up an explanation
he does as he always does - he pokes at the hornets’ nest.
“What prompted you to do that?”
Tears jab the back of my eyelids, even as a
small smile dances upon my lips. “I had a birthday Sunday,”
I remind him, knowing full well he’s aware my birthday
was New Year's Eve. “I turned twenty-one, and do you know
what I did?”
He raises a brow in question, perching his
glasses on the tip of his nose, and going to work jotting
notes on the pad laying in his
lap.
“Nothing. I did nothing. I sat in a dark room
and watched the teenagers across the street set
off fireworks.” I sound so lame, I think to myself, shaking
my head. “It’s pathetic honestly. I know it and
you know it and that’s why I opened the email. I guess I
wanted to know if anyone was thinking of me.”
“You guess?” he asks, and I shrug indifferently. “And, what did
you find?”
What did I find? I found years of accumulated
junk mail and well wishes from people I’ve long
left behind. I didn’t stop to look at the messages, not
all of them anyway. Instead, I clicked the senders
into alphabetical order and searched for relevant names.
More specifically, I searched for one name.
He’d sent three messages and as I’d read the
words on the glowing screen before me, while
fireworks popped outside my window, the truth of my
life crashed down on me.
I’m weary of being this person, of living life alone, of being
afraid to live.
I’m more afraid of letting someone in. Again. It’s been five
years.
Can I face the fear? Overcome the
pain?
It’s time to find out. Because if I don’t… I’m not sure I’ll
survive.
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