Delos #1
Self Published
October 2015
On Sale: October 13, 2015
Featuring: Lia Cassidy; Cav Jordan
ISBN: 1929977026 EAN: 9781929977024 Kindle: B011LW14N2 e-Book Add to Wish List
Lia Cassidy sat on the bed, fighting tears of
humiliation, knowing her body disgusted men. The same
nightmare of being attacked by two assailants with
knives, had jerked her awake once again.
At least, Lia thought, I can be grateful for being alive.
Since then, sheβd given up thinking in terms of
relationships, surrendering to the reality of a life
alone, without love, and without a partnership.
She instead shifted her focus to Delos charity, a place
that welcomed her hard work and her love of children. At
least Lia could do some good for them by giving them her
love, care and attention. And those little ones were like
bright flowers, radiant under her care here in Costa
Rica.
She smiled. The children were curious little things. The
first time Lia had stepped into the Home School
Foundation building in La Fortuna, she had tried to gird
herself for the children's curiosity about her scars. But
unlike men, the children were simply curious and wanted
to touch them. Lia had seen their sympathy in their
large, wide eyes as she crouched down, allowing them to
touch her scar, to feel it, to see sadness come to their
tiny faces that never lied about anything. The children
had long ago accepted her as she was, and adored her
because she was there for them. Her scars were never an
issue; in fact, these children had seen their own share
of misfortune, and it bonded them more closely with this
American angel who was here to teach, love, and support
them.
Finally, Lia fell into a light, restless sleep. She never
slept deeply after a nightmare, and knew sheβd wake up
early, feeling ragged, tired and stressed out. But just
the act of getting a shower, clean clothes, washing her
hair and getting ready to go to the school that sat five
hundred feet away from her small home, made her heart
sing.
Still, her heart yearned for the right man to walk into
her life. She had just about accepted that the odds of
that happening were so low, there was no point thinking
about it. After all, who would want a carved-up woman
with a jagged scar on one side of her face? No one..
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