SHATTERED PIECES OF THE HEART AND SOUL
As Destaina, a bright and talented young woman, strolls away from listening to an incredible love story; why does she feel the urge to run into the arms of her married lover? With her future in question does she desperately need to be held and cuddled in an unattainable but tightly woven web of lies and deceit?
She questions the motives of Rachelle who shared her tale of love and loss only to confuse Destaina. Why did Rachelle, who Destaina recently met, care so much about who Destaina loves? There was something mysterious in her tone as Rachelle swept her into her own love triangle. Rachelle was too insistent Destaina listen to her story and advised Destaina to run from the love she had found in Harry? Why would she care?
Questioning every inch of herself, Destaina finds herself searching for the answers she had asked during her life. Why hadn’t her mother told her about her father? Who and where is her father and why is he avoiding her? She has so many questions and in her quest to find out, Destaina embarks on a dangerous journey of past lies and deceit.
During the stormy trek to her past; Destaina might lose the future she wants. Which is more important to her, her lover or her past? Can she live without knowing or will this knowledge destroy all she holds close to her heart?
Destaina will see Rachelle again only to find she is more of a friend than she ever thought possible. How did she not see the truth before when she had it in front of her in the guise of a mistress? Lies are abundant in this tale in Tell Me Lies; Love Me Still by Arline Miller.
About the Author
Being from the small town of Douglas, Georgia and living in many locations both big and small, I found out how to learn flexibility and adaptability in all states of living and working. My writing has been my escape from everyday stress. Since 2012, I found solace in writing my inspirational blog. This adventure has taught me the power of words as a single word can encourage the weakest and destroy the strongest. We, who write, must know the difference. I am proud to have my first novel published so you can share my love.