Long Time Coming
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A ghostly contemporary romance from USA TODAY bestselling author Edie Claire.
4.5-Star Romantic Times Top Pick and winner of the Road to Romance Reviewer’s Choice Award!
Years and distance kept the memories at bay. But back at home, the past is ready and waiting to haunt her...
Eighteen years have passed since Joy's childhood best friend, Jenny, met her death in a tragic car accident just a few days after their senior prom. A broken Joy left their small Kentucky hometown shortly after -- determined never to come back. But when her father's illness forces her to return, she realizes that neither time nor distance have truly healed her troubled soul.
Plagued with nightmares of the accident and crippled by a vague fear whose source she can't identify, housecall veterinarian Joy realizes that in order to move on she must face the truth behind several disturbing gaps in her memory of that fateful spring. But the only person who can help her is a man she despises: Jenny's erstwhile boyfriend Jeff, now a respected doctor, whose carelessness as a teenager was the cause of Jenny's horrendous death -- and Joy's own emotional destruction. Can she ever forgive? She may have no choice but to try. Because both the danger she sensed -- and the childhood friendship she treasured -- now suddenly seem very much alive...
“LONG TIME COMING is a remarkably well blended romance and mystery, with fascinating shades of the paranormal. The way each layer of Joy's discovery of her forgotten past is revealed is deftly done and exceptionally suspenseful. The relationship between Joy and her parents is heart warming. This one will have you hooked from the first page.” December 2003 Top Pick. Romantic Times Bookclub Magazine
“An abundance of charm… Joy’s perky first-person narration carries readers along to a warm, gratifying conclusion.” -- Publisher’s Weekly
“Emotionally gripping, suspenseful and superb… I was held in wonderment over much of this story and realized early on to expect the unexpected. This is a story of trust, love, friendship and healing. Ms. Claire is an author I hope to see more of in the future. If Long Time Coming is any indication of her writing talent, I will be first in line at the bookstores to get more of her work. This is a positively splendid tale from start to finish and is highly recommended.” Reviewer’s Choice Award -- Road to Romance
“Two words. ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC! Edie Claire has written a wonderful novel about friendship, love, guilt and death… Utterly riveting.” Rating: 10/10 -- Contemporary Romance Writers
“Claire's charming romance disproves the adage that you can't go home again.” -- Booklist
“A book of healing, understanding, rebirth, and finally growing up. A story that you won't forget easily... I could only sigh in appreciation as I turned the final page.” -- Romance Reviews Today
“Intense, well-written and thought-provoking.” -- Old Book Barn Gazette
“A most fantastic novel… When the story comes to an end and the lights have been lowered… and the reader is left with a longing to know more... there is no better compliment to the author.” -- Romance Junkies
Originally published in 2003 by Warner Books (Warner Forever).
all three of my classmates’ voices as they came chattering into the girl’s restroom, unaware of my presence. “I don’t see how they can. He’s missing all his finals.” “He may not even be back by graduation. I hear he’s still in that rehab hospital.” “I bet he can’t walk for a long time.” “He’s got to feel guilty, too. God, what a nightmare. And he’s such a sweetheart.” “Yeah, but he had no business driving drunk. He’s lucky he’s not in jail or something.” “Why isn’t he? I mean, Candy Hillman
somewhere. In the meantime, I’m getting dressed.” “Don’t trouble yourself on my account.” The familiar heat rose in my cheeks again, but since I had already turned toward the bedroom, he couldn’t see it. Nor could I see whether he had spoken with a straight face. I decided I didn’t want to know. I threw on a sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers, ran a brush through my hair once, and went back out into the kitchen. Bear was lying on the floor wolfing down his food from off a dinner plate and
drinking water from a sauce pot. “Hope this is okay,” Jeff asked. “I didn’t want to root through all your boxes.” I shrugged. My kitchenware was nothing to speak of; in fact, the sauce pot barely looked familiar. Meals, for me, were something to grab on the run. Cooking I did only under extreme duress—or poverty. “I hope you were ready to take the I.V. out,” Jeff commented, pointing to the mangled glob of tape and plastic stuck in Bear’s tail hair. The bag of fluid, which I had suspended from
entryway, most everyone had a barbecue in one hand, and at least half had a cigarette in the other. Worried that we would have to wait to be seated, and certain that my stomach would curl up and die if I did not fill it with pork in the next five minutes, I opened my mouth to suggest a tailgate party. But Ox, who would not have heard me over the din in any event, took a firm grip on my hand and led me straight through the masses to a prime, set-for-two booth in the far corner. He ushered me into
own. But there was more inside that body than just a geriatrician. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said quickly. “A reluctant yes, but a yes. And if you trust me, you’ll believe me when I tell you that I am trying to help you. And I’m doing that by encouraging you to leave well enough alone.” “Well enough?” I raged, disbelieving. “Who’s well here? You maybe—not me! I look at you and I don’t know whether to kiss you or smack you! Sometimes, the very thought of your touching me—” Dammit! What was