First of all, I want to thank Fatin for inviting me to her blog. Iâm a frequent lurker and love reading the excerpts and comments. So thank you, Fatin!
I know a lot of authors say their books are near and dear to them and I donât doubt it. Our stories are like our babies. But Obsession really is the nearest and dearest to me because a lot of it is autobiographical.
Two days before our first child was born my husband lost his job. He was a Federal Investigator and was caught up in the cutbacks in the mid-nineties. All along weâd planned that I would be a stay-at-home mom but of course that all changed when he became unemployed. It was tough. He took a job that he absolutely hated to get us through and we tag-team parented for many, many months.
His college degree is in Criminal Justice and his dream had always been to be a police officer. When he lost his job with the government we both figured this was the time for him to follow that dream. Looking back, we both realize that neither of us had a clue what that meant. The life of a police officer? Couldnât be much different than any other life, right? WRONG.
Itâs a very difficult way to live. Iâm not saying itâs the most difficult. Certainly the men and women in the armed forces have it much tougher, but being a police officer, being married to a police officer, has to rank right up there.
I could never count on him to be there for holidays, birthdays, anniversaries or any other celebration. Because we were determined that one of us would be at home while our kids were growing up, it was very difficult for me to work around his crazy hours.
Not that Iâm complaining. Iâd take employment over unemployment any day and he absolutely loved what he was doing. Itâs been fifteen years and weâve worked out the kinks through determination and just plain hard-headedness. But a lot of couples canât weather the storms that this career throws at them and hence the birth of Obsession.
Obsession is about Tess and Alex, a couple who love each other but canât see the forest for the trees. Alexâs job as a police officer has come between them. Tess is tired of taking a backseat to Alexâs career. When a life altering tragedy strikes, their marriage crumbles and Tess files for divorce. But when Alex is shot in the line of duty and the doctors donât know if heâll survive, Tess realizes how much she loves him.
Just like their marriage, their road to reconciliation is not an easy one. Alex doesnât understand Tessâs worries and Tess fears theyâll fall back into the same routine that drove them apart. Throw in a villain bent on destroying both of them and things get even worse.
I hope you enjoy reading Obsession. The book is dedicated to all of the spouses of police officers, for their dedication and for keeping the home fires burning while their loved ones put themselves on the line every day.
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Only a year ago, Officer Alex Juran and his wife Tess had it all. Love, a solid marriage and a baby on the way. Then in one heartbeat they lost everything.
Now, Tess is doing her best to move on. She has a thriving business and while she may be lonely at times, sheâs proud of the new life sheâs built without Alex.
Two days before their divorce is final, Alex is shot in the line of duty and left for dead. He faces a difficult recovery so Tess finds herself postponing the divorce and offering to care for him until he can live alone again.
At first, cohabitation is little more than combat. Alexâs incapacitating injuries, the looming divorce, and his inability to remember who shot him have him lashing out at the nearest target: Tess. When someone begins stalking her, he suspects his shooter has returned. Convinced that Tess is in danger, Alex becomes desperate to recover his strength.
Because no matter how much sheâs hurt him in the past, theyâve been given a second chanceâand heâll do anything to protect his wife.
Excerpt —
Eventually, he reached the living room and stopped in front of the bay window that overlooked the backyard. Moonlight reflected off the falling snow, making the room glow. Tess had put up a Christmas tree and he looked for the ornaments theyâd purchased together. Before they were even married theyâd had a tradition of buying an ornament in each city they visited.
Sort of a holiday scrapbook that hung on the tree. Heâd always loved decorating the tree with her. They would laugh and remember their vacations together.
This year Tess had decorated with glass balls found in any discount store. Just another reminder that their memories meant so little to her. He turned back to the window only to encounter Tessâs reflection in the glass. Face scrubbed, her hair brushed and falling almost to her waist, wearing flannel pajamas that were two sizes too big, she looked sixteen. Too young to have been married and divorced. Too young for the sadness in her eyes. He wondered if he looked older to her.
Had the divorce aged him as well?
âI didnât wake you, did I?â he asked her reflection.
âI couldnât sleep.â
He touched the needles of the tree. âWhere are our ornaments?â
âIn the basement.â
âWhy?â
âBecause it hurts too much to look at them.â
Adopting a nonchalance he didnât feel, he said, âSo, get rid of them.â
âI canât.â
âYou got rid of me. Whatâs a box of ornaments?â
She sighed, pulled her hands up into her sleeves and stepped closer to the tree. âGetting rid of the ornaments would have hurt more than putting them on the tree.â
âSo you want the memories, just not the person attached to them.â
She spun away. Instead of mere inches separating them, a couch, a dog, five years of marriage and six months of separation lay between them.
âI need to go to bed. You need to sleep too. Tomorrowâs your first physical therapy session and I need to get up early to start baking. Barbaraâs been handling my business for the time being, but she canât do it forever.â
âTess?â
A heartbeat of time passed. âYes?â
âIâm sorry. For everything.â Heâd never said that before.
Never apologized for all the pain heâd caused. Too little, too late, he knew. Two simple words couldnât even begin to heal a marriage full of broken promises.
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