Author: K.C. Hardy
Publisher: Casbury Lane Press
Pages: 262
Genre: Christian Inspirational Fiction
Days before boarding the plane to Italy for her daughter’s wedding, Julie Whitaker receives an unexpected phone call from her past. The memory of Mark Jennings, a handsome and charming Top Gun pilot, had haunted her for decades. Their fairy tale wedding was everything she’d ever dreamed of, but it quickly turned into her worst nightmare.
Starting a new a life without Mark proved to be much harder
than Julie had imagined. But in her darkest hour, God revealed Himself in a
miraculous way, giving her the strength she needed not only to battle
depression, but to face a diagnosis of breast cancer that threatened to cut her
life short.
Now, amidst the splendor of the Italian Alps, on the eve of
her daughter’s wedding, Julie’s thoughts are catapulted back to Mark and the
reason for his call. After thirty years,
will Julie have a chance to see him once again? And would she even want to?
Based on true events, One-Way Ticket Home will take you on
an unforgettable journey of love, loss, hope and forgiveness. With grace,
candor and an indomitable wit, K.C. Hardy reminds us that it is often in our
darkest hours, that the strength of the human spirit shines the brightest.
One-Way Ticket Home may be purchased at Amazon.
Book Excerpt:
An out of the blue and totally unexpected call from Mark the
following week, only served to punctuate the tumultuous feelings I’d been
experiencing over the past few months.
It had been five years since I’d last heard from him and I was surprised
by how quickly old wounds were ripped open.
Wounds I thought had healed so well that the scars were now invisible to
the naked eye. Those first couple of years after leaving San
Diego there hadn’t been a day that passed by without
thoughts of Mark. And yet, after
marrying Tony, he’d almost become a rare afterthought. A memory only conjured up when Roberta
Flack’s soulful voice carried across the radio waves or when I subconsciously
detected a faint hint of Mark’s favorite aftershave, English Leather, as a stranger
breezed by in the mall. But now I
realized that the wounds hadn’t completely healed after all. The countless shaky first steps in my new
life—as a wife, a mother—now seemed futile. Just as an earthquake can level in
seconds a grand old city that was centuries in the making, just the sound of
Mark’s voice was enough to erase the last three years.
