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Title: A Place to Stand
Author: Meg Farrell
Release Date: July 2014
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Rhae Peters is happily married to her best friend, Ryan, who loves her more than anything in this world. Her life comes crashing down when the worst thing imaginable happens -- Ryan is killed in an accident. Rhae is faced with figuring out how to continue living without him. He is all she has ever known. Adding insult to injury, she learns that Ryan was keeping secrets. The revelation causes her to question everything about their marriage.
With her life in turmoil, Rhae wants to start over and forget everything about Ryan, and the life she thought they had. She builds a coping mechanism out of her friends and family, including her neighbor Cade. Chivalrous and overwhelmingly handsome, Rhae feels the hand of propriety holding her back from pursuing more with him, despite all the clues that let her know he's willing.
Rhae and Cade are broken in their own ways, and must help each other overcome the pasts and secrets that haunt them.
Rhae has been in love with Ryan since she was 17 years old.They married when they were 20 and then after five blissful years together he was killed in an accident.
"You never, ever,think that you will, one day, go on living without the person who completed the other half of your soul." - Rhae
Rhae is devastated and her grief seems to know no bounds.For two months she tries to pull herself together and try to go on without him.One day there is a knock at the door and a woman she has never seen before is looking for Ryan.What she shares with Rhae completely floors her and she is left reeling with shocking news that will make her question how well she knew her husband.
"He loved me more than anything in this world, and I loved him just as much.We had an epic love story.Didn't we?" - Rhae
Once Rhae has had time to deal with everything swirling around in her head she decides to get back to work and begins to slowly heal .She is still alive and will not die with her husband.Being alone in their house sometimes overwhelms her so she decides to start running.The first night she goes out she meets Cade, a new neighbour.He is sweet,gorgeous and very charming.They become friends and she opens up to him about how she is feeling.
These two obviously have feelings for each other.Cade wants her but only when she is ready.Rhae knows that she needs to make some changes in her life before she can move forward, whether it be with Cade or anyone else for that matter.Cade has issues of his own that he too needs to work through so maybe now isn't the right time for them, maybe their 'now' is a little further away than they realised.
"When you see him again, you hug him so tight that all the broken pieces between you stick together.Hold each other up.Get through this together." - Irma (Cade's grandmother)
For me reading this, everything was going along nicely until Rhae goes to New Orleans for a break and then everything seemed to get crazy and I just felt that all the build-up, romance and passion in this story was overshadowed by all the crazy.However, once we get past that we get back to the story that I was so wrapped up in.
I really did enjoy this sad but sweet, second chance love story and I give this 4 stars.
"You are the very definition of a survivor" - Cade
I heave a sigh and eventually convince myself to go take care of business. I slip my wallet in my back pocket and leave my purse in the room. Reluctantly, I tie my sneakers and head out.
Music is spilling out from the clubs and restaurants I pass on the way back to my car; mostly jazz, zydeco, and country. There are even musicians in the street. They are extremely talented. Something about the vibe of the street party makes me forget about being tired and about going to get my car moved. It’s hard to walk through these streets without feeling a desire to shake my booty. Street vendors are telling fortunes and others are selling miscellaneous souvenirs. My imagination, being on overdrive, makes me wonder if they are voodoo-related items or perhaps the key ingredients to a spell you could cast on someone. Perhaps they could give me a spell to help me forget the pain and misery my life has been recently. The reality is they are likely selling knock-off tourist items. They probably source them overseas and sell them as “authentic”.
There are hawkers trying to draw people into their clubs. One interesting fellow is dressed in a an old black suit with his face painted like a Dia De Los Muertos skull. He isn’t yelling to get the attention of people walking by. He isn’t flattering ugly women to gain their attentions. No he is quiet. He is dancing to the music coming from the club. I watch him for what seems like an eternity. He never tires or seems exhausted by his dance. Peeking in the doors of the club I see the sway of the crowd inside. Their movement is curious. Like a single consciousness moving through all of them. The music they are dancing to is hypnotic. Without a thought or even a decision crossing my mind, I start moving towards the entrance. It’s as if my body has no power to walk away. It pulls at me from the center of my being and I need to be a part of it.
I immediately blend in with the crowd and find myself surrounded with people I’ve never seen. Yet, somehow we are sharing this moment together. We sway and I sometimes spin. Hands grab for me and either supports me from spinning out of control, or just steady me in the sway. When the song changes, everyone makes their way to the tables and bars lining the edges of the dance floor. I feel cold and abandoned without the others. Swallowing my disappointment that this curious moment is over, I make my way to the bar, order a beer, and settle into a table to watch the crowd. It is sweaty for November, but I suspect that has more to do with the dancing and alcohol than the weather.
The server is a kind, young man. I make quick friends and ask him to keep the beers coming. He nods and does a great job keeping me with a new one as needed. Men and women both smile or nod as they walk by my table to the dance floor. After several beers, I swallow my regret and apprehension, and join the new flow of people to the dance floor. The music has slowed and is even more hypnotic than before. I close my eyes and give myself over to the music.
A pair of strong arms slides around my waist from behind and a body begins to sway with me. At first, panic wells up in my throat but I quickly push it down. This is what the fresh start is about. Exploration. We continue dancing, never changing positions. I sink into the body behind me and it is a firm, strong place to rest. I reach up my right arm up and place my hand on the back of a sweaty neck. A mouth comes near to my ear as I pull on my dance partner. “I love the way you move,” he whispers in my ear. He. For a moment it occurs to me that his voice is familiar. Before I focus in on the familiarity too much, I take a hug gulp of my beer and set the bottle on a nearby table.
Turning around, I chance a look at my mystery dance partner and I’m floored. I start blinking rapidly as if something is wrong with my vision. I'm hallucinating. I have had way too much to drink. It can’t be. He can’t be here. Not now. No. I shake my head and back away from him, bumping into tables and knocking over drinks. I push through the crowd to get to the door. I burst onto the street and breathe in a huge rush of cold air. It is so cold I get chills.
I'm from North Mississippi, US. I'm a busy wife and mother, but decided to follow my dream of writing a novel. I completed the first draft of A Place to Stand during NaNoWriMo 2013 fulfilling a lifelong dream of becoming a writer. My motivation to finish the dream, by publishing my book, was found among the most amazing group of people at a conference in Nashville, TN called UtopYA. My husband, Jason, and I have 3 children, 2 old dogs, and 2 surly cats. I am a huge fan of all things Supernatural (show and otherwise). I love fiction, young adult, dystopian, and ALL romances.