A few weeks ago, when first introducing our latest theme of “Love Ain’t Easy”, I promised a special guest post from a friend who has just released her first novel. Here is it! Tanya Eavenson, author of Unconditional, has given us a sneak peak of her novel, and if you leave a comment, you’ll be entered for a chance to win a free ebook copy of Unconditional.
Without further ado, here’s Tanya Eavenson:
Right now I’m in the editing process of a Historical Romance set in 1889 called The Rescue. During the time of writing this story, I had been watching a lot of Big Valley and learning about horses from a local horse farm. The things I learned played out on TV whether it was roping or saddling a horse. However, it was different when it came to my newest release Unconditional.
I guess you can say Unconditional was inspired by brokenness. Many families, both churched and un-churched, find themselves struggling in their marriages for one reason or another, but I believe if we fight for our marriages and follow after Christ, He will be the One to grow in us an uncommon love, an unconditional love for our spouses.
See, I’ve experienced this first hand. I, too, almost went down that route with divorce papers in hand. I told myself many things at the time, but the truth. I was focused on our failures, not the hope that with God, all things are possible. The question was, were we willing to save our marriage at all costs? Would we fight for each other, whether we felt like it or not?
He will fight for her at any cost…
Elizabeth Roberts can’t remember her past, and the present is too painful. She turns to nightclubs and drinking to forget her infant daughter’s death, her husband’s affair.
When his wife’s coma wiped out the memory of their marriage, Chris Roberts found comfort elsewhere. He can’t erase his betrayal, but with God’s help he’s determined to fight for Elizabeth at any cost.
She wants to forget. He wants to save his marriage. Can they trust God with their future and find a love that’s unconditional?
A fun scene:
By the way, the beginning of this scene was influenced when I couldn’t hold on to a boat dock years ago. =)
“Chris! Hurry!” Elizabeth’s sunglasses disappeared into the dark murky water.
On the pier several yards away, Chris laughed. “What happened? You’re supposed to be holding down the fort.”
“Not a moving fort. A boat drove by and waves rocked me around. I couldn’t hold onto the dock. My sunglasses fell into the water. And it’s not funny.” She threw her hands on her hips. “Those were my favorite pair!” She couldn’t resist the humor of the moment. Plopping her bottom onto the boat seat, she laughed. “How am I supposed to get the boat back to you?”
“Maybe you should use the trolling motor.”
Okay, she could do this. She rose and stood over the machine. Gently sliding the trolling motor into the water, she found the switch and planted her foot onto the lever and leaned it forward to head toward the dock. The boat lurched further toward the lake. “This isn’t working.”
“Play with it. Watch the direction.” He sat on the dock, legs hanging just above the water.
“You’re sitting. Thanks for the vote of confidence.” I’ll show him. Slowly she rolled her foot until the boat changed direction and headed for the dock.
Christ stood up. “You’re doing it. Just a little closer and I’ll jump in.”
She eased her foot off the pedal and headed toward the seats in the back when Chris jumped in. His weight tipped the boat to one side, throwing her off balance.
His arms snagged her from the boat’s edge, pulling her against his chest.
Words escaped her. Their lips inches apart. She lost her breath.
“I have you.”
“Yes, you do.” She giggled and pulled back from him, watching her steps as she secured her footing. “I don’t know if I should kiss you and get it over with, or wait until later.”
Chris jerked his chin up. “Well then, I’m anxious to find out what you decide.”
“I’ll let you know.” She smirked, and planted herself into one of the seats.
He leaned back into the driver’s chair, turned the key, and cranked the engine. “Are you ready?”
She nodded with a smile. Within moments they were racing across the lake, spraying water and leaving waves in their wake. Birds flew underneath a crystal blue sky. Chris would call it a blue bird day with not a cloud for miles, but she’d call it beautiful.
Elizabeth enjoyed the wind rushing past her ears, flipping her hair behind her, but when the wind died down as the boat slowed, she twisted in his direction. “Where are we?”
“I have to check my map, but this looks like a great place to fish. I brought two rods. Would you like to give it a shot?”
“I’m game if you don’t mind cutting out a nest again.” She rose from the seat.
“Optimism.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead.
She held his arm. “Don’t move yet, let me enjoy this moment.” She felt his body hesitate, then with soft kisses, his lips traced her hair line. “You’ve left me breathless.”
“I’m the one who’s having difficulty breathing. I better get those rods.” He took a few steps to the rod compartment and yanked them out. Chris shot her a smile before trolling over to the side of the lake in front of a cove opening.
“All right, stand over here.” He pointed.
“Do you want to cast it for me?”
“Why don’t you try first?” He showed her how to hold the rod with her finger on the reel and line as she cast.
“Are you ready?”
Chris laughed. “You’re not planning to toss me overboard?”
“No… but I suggest you stand back so I don’t hook you.”
Chris moved as she raised the rod. In one fine motion, she flung the rod forward. It left her hand. She hurried over the edge of the boat as the rod sank into the lake. A movement drew her eyes from the spot where the rod fell in and she turned to see Chris splash into the water beside her.
“Chris!” He disappeared under the water. Did he hit his head? He wasn’t wearing a life jacket. Alligators. Without another thought, she jumped in. “Chris!” She dove under.
“Elizabeth!” Her name sounded muffled through the water.
She popped up and tried to blink the murky moisture from her eyes. “Chris, are you okay? What happened? Did you bump your head?” She swam to him and searched for blood.
“No. I jumped in for the rod. That combo is worth three hundred dollars. I couldn’t find it.”
“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” She smacked her hand on the water’s surface and swam back to the boat. “To think, I jumped into alligator infested waters.”
A smile lit his face. “You know what that means don’t you?” He helped her back into the boat, climbing up behind her, and shook his hair.
“What? I’m stupid?”
He tapped her chin. “That you love me. You’re willing to risk your life for me.”
He took off his shirt, socks and shoes and laid them in front of the boat. “You could do the same.” He grinned. “I’ll get you the blanket.”
“Um… I’m fine.” Her eyes refused to turn from the man in front of her. Heat crawled up her neck when Chris met her gaze. Did he see her desire? Her heart pounded as she turned toward the water. She needed to focus on something else, but her thoughts went back to her husband standing inches away.
“Are you ready to eat?”
“Sure.” When she turned back around, she forced herself to meet his gaze. She almost laughed at herself, at how hard she was trying not to notice her own husband. Lord, I’m attracted to him. Help me to trust because You know my heart.
“Here you go.” Chris handed her a sandwich.
The heat returned to her cheeks. “Thank you.”
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