Between Here & Ever After

Between Here & Ever After

Karoline Barrett

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Killed in a freak accident, Madelyn Douglas has been given a task to complete before she can move on. She must save her ex-fiance, Brian Rossi. Thinking Brian is mixed up with the mob, Maddie does her best to convince him to walk the straight and narrow. But somewhere along the way she falls in love with him again. Is it possible for a ghost to have a happy-ever-after?

 
PUBLISHED BY: Wild Horse Press
ISBN: 144998276X
PUBLICATION DATE: 2010
WORD COUNT: 16400
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 2 2
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CATEGORIES: Romantic Fiction, Action/Adventure, Contemporary, Paranormal, Romantic Suspense
KEYWORDS: action, ghosts, paranormal, angels, heaven, sting operation, undercover
 

EBOOKS BY Wild Horse Press

EBOOKS BY Karoline Barrett

 
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COPYRIGHT Karoline Barrett/2010

Brian’s face floated in front of me, the way he looked the last time I’d seen him. He’d been on my mind a lot since the invitation to my 10th year college reunion arrived last week. As I inched my Mini Cooper through Manhattan morning rush-hour, my heart fluttered and goose-bumps rose on my bare arms as I thought of him.
I tried a couple of times to find Brian despite our unhappy parting, but he had dropped from the face of the earth. His parents had retired to Florida, so I couldn’t ask them where he was. I suppose I could’ve hired a detective, but that seemed a little obsessive, even to me, especially since he didn’t want me in his life.
Brian and I had gone to the same schools since we were both five years old. We were always playmates, but I developed a serious crush on him in 7th grade. Unfortunately for me, he wasn’t interested in being anything other than my best friend at the time. Once I started filling out in all the right places that changed. We became a couple in the 10th grade, and except for a couple of breakups, we remained a couple. Brian asked me to marry him when we were juniors in college. Instead of marrying me though, he dumped me right after graduation. I can still hear his voice, as if it were minutes ago, instead of years.
“Maddie, I’m sorry. I’m just not ready to get married. I think we should take a break from each other. We’ve been together since tenth grade. How can you know for certain I’m the one? How do I know you’re the one?”
Brian’s words crushed me. How could he ask me that? Even in high school we were so attached to each other that it was a given, even to our families, that we’d get married. I was head cheerleader when he was St. Regina High School’s star center. I was there when he pitched a no-hitter in our senior year at St. Regina’s. I helped him with his math homework, and he helped me with my English and Spanish verbs.
We French kissed and made-out in the back of his father’s Ford Crown Victoria. We lost our virginity to each other at his uncle’s beach house the summer before our senior year in high school when his parents brought me along on their annual three-week vacation to the New Jersey shore. Every time I hear a Bruce Springsteen song, it takes me right to Brian and that perfect summer in Point Pleasant.
My car crawled through a green light as Brian’s voice continued to play in my head, drowning out the traffic noise and CD I had on.
“I want to explore the world, move to a big city.” I remembered how it hurt that the excitement in his eyes had nothing to do with me. “I’m talking New York, or Los Angeles. I want to meet other people.”
I translated that as he wanted to date and make love to other women.
“I need time away from everyone. I’m sorry, Maddie, even from you. Don’t you ever want to go out with other guys? Do you want to go back to Millersville for your entire life?” He spat out the name of our home town in Indiana as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.
“Yes!” I cried. “Yes I do want to live there with you. I want to marry you and stay right there.” I was content being a small fish in a small pond. Big cities overwhelmed me. I only went to college because my parents expected me to be the first college graduate in our family, and because Brian went. My own dreams stopped at a white picket fence, roses and tomatoes in a garden, and two Rossi children. Above all else, I wanted to be Mrs. Brian Rossi. I didn’t need college.
Brian was emphatic. “Not me, Maddie, I’m leaving this town, this state, and I won’t be back except for a visit here and there.”
No amount of logic, pleading, or begging on my part convinced Brian that we belonged together. So, after many tears and scenes (all mine), I slipped off my engagement ring, tossed it at him, and reluctantly let him go. He never looked back.
And now ten years later, no matter how many men I date, Brian looms in the background, preventing me from sustaining a serious relationship for more than a few months. Not that I’ve wanted to have a serious relationship lately. My last date was with a man who talked incessantly about himself while chewing his food, didn’t remove his baseball cap at the dinner table, and stole food from my plate. To top it off, he had conveniently forgotten his wallet. “Would you mind picking up the tab, just this once?” he whined.
Unfortunately, this scenario was becoming the norm for me. I was finding a lot of men who ranged from clueless to jobless, but nobody to whom I could imagine myself married. It’s partly my fault, I suppose. I’m still in love with Brian.
Maybe if I saw him, and he was fat, ugly, and married I could exorcise him from my system and move on to someone else. It wasn’t too late for the picket fence, or children, with the right man. The trouble was the right man for me was nowhere to be seen.
Traffic was still crawling, so I entertained myself by daydreaming of Brian at the reunion in a tuxedo, and me in a tight fighting midnight-blue gown with a plunging neckline and back, my blonde hair piled high on top of my head, and diamonds circling my wrist and dripping from my ears.
I was dreaming of how our eyes would meet across the crowded room while everyone else faded to black, when a terrible, twisting sound of metal grinding on metal and shattering glass filled my car. Real blackness descended over me like a heavy velvet curtain coming down on the final act of a play.
 

 
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