Can they build a future on hope alone?
For years nurse and grief counselor Christie Bates has been teaching her patients to confront their fears, express themselves and trust in hope. But as her feelings for cancer survivor Eli Roberts and his two children grow, can she overcome her own fear and love a man who lives every day with the possibility of recurring illness?
Tackling cancer and single parenthood simultaneously has turned Eli into a devout realist. Which is why he finds Christieâs perpetually upbeat attitude so aggravating. Still, despite himself, sheâs making a place in his heart. If only he could offer Christie more than an uncertain future.
âI wouldnât change a thing.â
As Eli said it, they turned their heads at the same moment and touched noses. His eyelashes brushed Christieâs brow when he blinked in surprise. For a moment sheâd thought heâd been about toâ¦
Softly, he pushed back the damp tendrils clinging to her forehead.
The gentle pressure of his hand lingered against the side of her face, his fingers cupping her chin so tenderly that it made her heart ache. Would she ever learn to accept that friendship was all there was to her and Eli?
Here was the chance to ask the million-dollar question. âEven Jacqueline walking out?â
âEspecially that.â He leaned closer, their noses touching once more. âBecause then I couldnât have met you.â
Her lips parted as she breathed in the moment and the man.
There was no denying her feelings for him. But did she dare risk the chance that he might get sick again? That sheâd end up hurting him somehow? She cared too much for him now.
âEli, I donât know.â
Dear Reader,
I learned at a young age that love is an energy that cannot be destroyed. When it is true, love endures, regardless of what life may bring.
When I first learned of my grandmotherâs cancer, I wanted to leave college and spend every minute with the incredible woman whoâd taught me to be compassionate of others, to have high standards for myself and the men I dated, and that crackers and butter are actually the best snack while watching 1950s horror movies.
Needless to say, her will to have me graduate on time won out, and I finished college just as her life ended. Although we had a chance to say goodbye, and for her to remind me to wear lipstick in public, a window in my heart stays open. Her light will shine through it for the rest of my life.
Iâve met many couples who have touched me deeply with their unflagging devotion during challenging times. Loving another, regardless of what the future may hold, plays a large role in Wish Me Tomorrow, when Christie Bates, a grief counselor, meets cancer survivor Eli Roberts. Together they learn that love and family are worth any riskâeven if tomorrow may only be a wish.
I would love to connect with you and hear your inspiring stories. Please visit me at www.karenrock.com.
Karen
KAREN ROCK
An English language instructor, Karen Rock has adored romance since her grandmother first gave her Harlequin Presents books. When Karen learned of Harlequin Heartwarming, she was inspired by the opportunity to write unforgettable, deeply romantic, tender love stories that mothers could share with their daughters. When sheâs not writing, Karen loves scouring estate sales for vintage books, cooking her grandmotherâs recipes, hiking the âhigh peaksâ and redesigning her gardens. She lives in the Adirondack Mountain region with her husband, daughter and two Cavalier King Charles spaniels who have yet to understand the concept of âfetch,â though they know a lot about love. For more information on Karenâs upcoming books, check out her website at www.karenrock.com or follow her on Twitter @karenrock5. Sheâd love to hear from you!
To those Iâve loved who are here or gone.
You are ever in my heart.
CHAPTER ONE
ONE EMPTY FOLDING CHAIR. Christie Bates stared at the vacant seat then checked her iPhone to make sure the wall clock was accurate. Yep, still 6:35. Everyone in the cancer support group she led was here except one, the one whoâd been coming the longest. Her insides twisted. He hadnât missed a meeting in three years.
And the sight of an empty chair in a room like this was always...ominous.
She exhaled slowly and squashed the negative thought as her eyes roamed over the chatting group. The world needed positive energy. And they needed it most of all. She jumped when a hand squeezed her shoulder.
âWould you like me to close the door so you can begin?â asked Anne, the West Side YMCAâs receptionist. Pool-bound children shrieked in the stairwell outside.
âNo!â Her voice sounded more forceful than sheâd intended. It carried over the noise and quieted her group. Seven pairs of concerned eyes turned her way. So much for keeping things upbeat.