When Destiny Collides (Recycled Souls #2)
Elizabeth, Jared, and Joshua. Three souls. A single, intertwined destiny spanning countless lifetimes.
Elizabeth's life was flipped upside down the moment she moved to Ireland, but it was for a reason: her path was finally aligning with Jared's. From the instant their worlds collide, she's drawn to him by an undeniable sense of familiarity. With Jared, Elizabeth discovers a love so profound and all-encompassing it feels like the reunion of souls who have wandered through endless lifetimes, finally finding solace in each other's arms.
But destiny loves a twist.
Just when Elizabeth thinks she's found her forever, a new presence enters her life: Joshua. Now her heart is torn, pulled by two equal and powerful forces. The love she shares with Jared is timeless, but Joshua awakens a different, magnetic longing.
Which thread of destiny will she choose?
This poignant, evocative novel explores the complexities of love, the mysterious bonds that transcend time, and the profound impact of every choice we make. As Elizabeth navigates the treacherous waters of her intertwined past lives, you'll be captivated by the unbreakable threads that connect souls across the ages.
Be transported into a world where the past, present, and future collide, and where love is the driving force that defies the boundaries of time.
FICTION / Romance / Clean & Wholesome
FICTION / Visionary & Metaphysical
FICTION / Romance / Time Travel
Book Details
Imprint : Fiction for the Soul Books
eBook ISBN : 9781393170662
Paperback ISBN : 9781393607731
First Published Date : 16 July 2009
Language : English
Print length: 290 pages
Reading Age : 15 years and older
Format : ePub & PDF (you own the files)
Read on : Kindle, Apple, Android devices, Google Play Books, Nook, Kobo eReaders, Computers.
Delivery Time and Method : Downloads will be emailed immediately upon purchase.
Read an excerpt
After I watch Jared walk away, knowing there is a chance I will probably never see him again, I want to turn myself onto my side, to curl myself into a ball, but my paralysed legs will not help me, so I have to stay lying on my back. I pull the pillow out from under my head with my un-encumbered, drip-free arm and pull it over my face. Tightly I hold the pillow down on my face with my free arm and I cry, sobs shaking my body violently.
I have this urgent need to scream, to make the hurt in my soul escape through my mouth, but I pinch my lips together, not wanting to make a scene and wake up the whole hospital.
Later when my mum and Sean come rushing into the room excitedly, I am still crying.
My mum leans over me, wrapping me into her arms, hugging my head tightly to her chest and I cling to her, crying even louder.
Sean hugs both of us, cooing, “Okay, okay my Lizzie. You’re okay now.”
The nurse comes in and gives me a mild sedative. They must think it is an after effect of being in the coma. If only they knew that it is not fixable or curable with a drug. This feeling will stay with me for always.
My mum looks around the room and asks concerned, “Where is Jared? It is funny not to see him here.”
Sean adds to this, making it worse, “That boy seriously likes you.”
I take a deep, deep breath and dig out my trusty smile, the one I have not used in a long time. I paste it to my face and mumble, “He had to go.”
A look passes between them, but they say nothing further about Jared, sensing it is something I did not want to discuss.
They stay for the longest, longest time making idle chitchat, telling me everything that has happened during the last seven months, what has happened in the village, in the world. Jane kept them updated with all the news from school, so soon it is as if I was never in a coma, and I know all the most important details of what everybody had been up to over the last couple of months.
When my mum and Sean eventually leave, I am relieved. I pull the pillow over my face again, feeling as if I will surely die from the pain in my chest–it is sharp, and it is piercing.
My doctor says my paralysis is only psychological, they cannot find anything physically wrong with me.
Apparently!
I hear him tell my mum and Sean that after a neurological examination it was revealed there were no muscle atrophy, no sensory or autonomic deficits and full sphincter control. The shock from my head knocking against the side window caused a swelling on my brain, which was revealed by an early scan, but now the scans show that the swelling has disappeared. It would appear my body shut down its motor functions so that my brain could fix itself, and this would explain the coma and now the paralysis. My brain still had to realize the swelling was healed and then resume the pulses it sends to my legs to make them do their job.
He suggests physiotherapy and absolutely no stress.
Amused I consider he should have mentioned the 'no stress' part earlier, because my emotional state has been a little haphazard these days.
I spend the next two weeks in the hospital, doing physiotherapy for most of this time. All I must do now is get my legs to work, by practising repeatedly the simple thing of walking. Something I used to do without a second thought, now takes an immense amount of concentration and physical effort.