Kindling the Past

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Kindle is fighting to survive on her own, to break free from her possessive and violent ex-boyfriend, not to let her best friend Anna know she’s in love with her husband. Most of all, she fights the visions she sees of the past—she doesn’t believe in that kind of stuff.

Then Anna is shot and killed.

In their grief, Kindle and Ty, Anna’s husband and Kindle’s Taekwondo instructor, grow closer. Although Kindle is careful never to let him too close, he helps her learn to accept her visions are real. Eventually, the truth about Anna’s death breaks through into Kindle’s visions, and she must find a way not to let it destroy her.

~Published by Liquid Silver Books~

What readers have said…

“Kindling the Past is an extraordinary story. This book really took me by surprise, what with the writing from this new to me Author to just…fantastic characterization of the heroine, hero and all the supporting characters. I am like…WOW…no shit…
Kindle. Oh gosh, I loved this girl. I really loved THIS character. These heroines who have been dealt an ugly hand in life, women who do not bitch but strive to survive, understand the world around them, not judge, not cheat, not break marriages, LEARN how to protect them selves from men who hurt them in the past, women who love without boundaries, sweet, strong and loving characters just get me every time. Kindle sees things having to do with people who she is close to or just people who are around her. While her visions are unpredictable, they are accurate. She sees everyone and yet she can not see herself. Being rejected by one’s parents, raped and beaten by an ex-boyfriend will do that to a person, but she does not cover and feel sorry for herself, she moves on and draws strength from others who are kind to her. I am gushing over here! Ok, onto Ty.
More gushing. FK it! Ty is a wonderful man. I want to call him Master and Sir all the time. Why in the wild world would he want her to drop the marshal art titles? Hm? I would defy him str8 up and I would chase that title all the way to the bedroom. Yes, Master T. Thank you, Master T. Vanilla sex Master T? That is ok sir, I will make an exception in my book harem just for you.
Crap! Forget I wrote that in. O-O
Overall, I really LOVED this book and I was engaged with these characters. I disliked the villain and I think, every book needs a good villain. He was a great villain and I wanted to kill him off and keep him at the same time. Kindle rocked my world and this character will stay with me for a while.
HIGHLY RECommend this book to all! THIS is best of upcoming Authors in paranormal.

~ Mistik Ink, Goodreads Reviewer

“Wow, this was an emotional read. No fluff here. It’s gritty, raw, and real. The characters are flawed, all of them, even the utterly wonderful and sexy Ty. But that makes you feel more strongly about them. By the end, I even wanted Chris to find his happily ever after. As wrong as that may be, I found myself wishing there would be a sequel, for Chris.”

~ Tami Lund, Goodreads Reviewer

“Kindling the Past – a riveting, page-turning novel that keeps the reader spell-bound as the twists and turns unfold. The reader is left feeling that just as the protagonist rebuilt her self-esteem, faced her fears and overcame the challenges of abuse, and ultimately found true love, there is hope for all.”

~ Linda Irene, author Abused No More



I fought the visions. My mother used to tell me my expression turned stupid when I had them, but I didn’t care about that so much anymore. I hated when the visions were true somehow, actual bits of the past. I didn’t believe in that kind of stuff.

Chapter 1: Fight

“She’s such a snob,” one of the young women whispered on the other side of the locker room.

I stayed faced away, trying not to hear their gossip. I tugged my jeans on and pulled my shirt over my head. When I glanced in the mirror to fix my hair, I barely saw the dark brown framing my fair skin—only the way the other girls looked at me. I bent over to pick up my shoes.

“The guys don’t even ask her out because she’s so stuck up.”

I didn’t understand why they thought like this about me, but I didn’t much care anyway. As soon as I had my shoes on, I threw my gear bag over my shoulder and walked out.

Master Trahem was on the workout floor sparring with Mr. Schmidt. Master Trahem’s uniform was starting to come open, and sweat glistened on his well-built chest.

I looked away.

“Bye, Kindle,” Mrs. Trahem said as I passed the front counter. “See you tomorrow.”

I smiled at her, one of the few people I reserved my genuine smile for. She was a big part of the reason I came in early to help every day, her and her atrocious typing skills. She always held her fingers above the keys like a fisherman wielding a spear, as if expecting them to squirm out from under her aim.

But honestly, helping with data entry was just an excuse—Mrs. Trahem was the best person I’d ever known, and I felt calmer when I was around her.

“You’ll be there early, right?” Mrs. Trahem added. She tucked her silky dark hair behind her ear. There was a grace to her movement. No wonder Master Trahem had married her so quickly. At twenty-nine, she was a few years older than me but looked just as young.

“Definitely.” Then I kept walking. Before I gave into the urge to turn and watch Master Trahem.

The girls from the locker room followed me out into the parking lot. I sat in my car and started the engine.

While I drove the forty-five minutes home, I fought to stay awake. At least traffic at nine-thirty at night was thin. I always missed rush hour. I left my apartment before six every morning and didn’t return until after ten. Being tired felt normal.

As I pulled up to my building, I examined each car. I knew to whom each of them belonged, as well as half my neighbors’ friends’ cars. The girl across the hall traded boyfriends every week. She drove me nuts.

I had no way of knowing what Chris was driving. I had to know which cars were supposed to be here in order to know if there was a new one. Most of my neighbors drove beaters like me, and Chris had always liked something flashy. But with him, I couldn’t depend on consistency. He was smart.

I recognized all the cars tonight. I parked under the streetlight and kept the door locked while I pulled my gear bag onto my lap and slipped the strap over my shoulder. Keys ready, I jumped out of the car and jogged up the steps. I hated apartment buildings in Florida. The halls were open, no security doors to block unwanted visitors from knocking on your front door, from lurking in shadowy corners.

Within about ten seconds, I was up the stairs, down the hall, and at my door. Just being able to move quickly without running out of breath was worth the cost of Taekwondo classes. I felt more confident, less scared.

My door unlocked, I glanced down the hall one more time then slipped inside. I closed the door, locked it, and flipped the lights.

I was not alone.