Monday, December 29, 2014

Blog Tour Promo & Giveaway ~ Through Infinity by Libby Austin



When your past vanishes, what happens to your future?

Candice and Jason Woodruff had everything going for them: a strong marriage, the family they’d dreamed of, and successful businesses. When they made their wedding vows, they promised to love each other through infinity and beyond…but Candice doesn’t remember making that vow. Candice doesn’t remember the last eighteen years.

After a medical emergency, Candice awakens to find herself a married mother of four. She’s surrounded by a loving family of strangers, but Candice struggles to claim an identity while learning to be a wife and mother.
Candice is no longer the same woman Jason fell in love with all those years ago. Can they learn to love each other in this new reality?

Through Infinity is one woman’s journey as she rediscovers the love of her husband and children. But will that new found love be strong enough to carry them through infinity and beyond…


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Jason knew Candice's biggest Christmas wish was to remember the past eighteen years. As Thanksgiving approached, Candice retreated further within herself. Jason enlist the help of their family and friends to grant Candice's wish. Each wrote their cherished memories and sealed them in containers. The morning after Thanksgiving Candice awakened to find fifty numbered tins. When Christmas day arrived, will Candice be able to tell everyone thanks for the memories?



Jason Found His One
Candice,
I’ve always been fond of you, and I couldn’t ask for my son to be loved any better. I told you this story the night before your wedding, and though I’m sad of the circumstances, I’m glad to tell you again because it’s one of my favorite memories of Jason.
He was always good about calling home and coming home to visit since he had left for college. I started to realize he must be getting serious about someone around March of the year you two started dating. There was just a change in the way he talked, and he wouldn’t commit to making a trip home. When Macy told me you and Jason had been talking a lot, I was hopeful things would work out.
He came home to visit that Memorial Day weekend. It wasn’t unusual for him to stay out with friends when he came home, but we didn’t see very much of him that weekend and when he was home, he was constantly on the phone.
Saturday night when he got back to the house, J. W. was sitting out of the porch, smoking a cigar. J. W. asked Jason how his night had been. Jason said it was good, then they sat in silence for a few minutes until Jason asked his dad if he ask him a question. J. W. said sure and waited.
Dad…”
Yeah, son.”
Dad, how’d you know Mom was the one you wanted to marry?”
I admit I was curious to hear J. W.’s answer.
If I had to pin it down to one thing, I guess I’d have to say when she was just as excited for deer season as I was. That, and she had a mighty fine aim, so I figured she wouldn’t be too upset when I spent a couple of months in the woods.”
Dad, I’m serious. How did you know it would work?”
Well, son, I didn’t know, but I figured we had a pretty good shot when she didn’t care that I had grease under my fingernails or motor oil as my cologne. Nights when I told her I needed to work late, she’d stop by and bring me dinner then stay to keep me company while I worked.
You know my dad died of a heart attack a couple of years before I met your mom. He had a little bit of life insurance but not much, so I worked in the garage to help support my family. Our sole income came from the service station and garage. I needed someone who understood that I had a responsibility to my mom and younger sister and brothers and my grandmother, who was in a nursing home. Keeping the garage open kept us going. Your mom never begrudged the things I did for my family.
The clincher, though, was when my mom had to have surgery. Back in those days, they didn’t have outpatient surgery and such like they do now. Recovery took a lot longer, too. We had a steady business at the garage, but I couldn’t afford to take time off or hire another mechanic, and my sister and brothers still had to go to school. I was pretty worried about what we were going to do, and my mom started talking about not having the surgery. I’d just lost my dad two years before. The thought of losing my mom, too, was something I couldn’t contemplate.
Your mom was in her last year of school for her teaching certification. She came to the shop one night and told me she had a solution that would allow my mom to have the surgery she needed. She’d talked it over with her parent’s and she was going to take a quarter off from school so she could help out with my mom. I knew before then that I loved her, but that was when I knew I liked her, too.
My mom told me when you marry someone, you need to love ‘em and you need to like ‘em. You need to love ‘em when you can’t remember why you like them, and you need to like ‘em when you can’t remember why you love ‘em. That advice served me well. Something to remember when your time to choose comes, son.”
I think it has.”
Well, when do we get to meet the mystery girl?”
Uhhh, well, you sorta already know her. I’ve been kinda dating Candice, Macy’s big sister. Not really dating, I guess, but talking to her a lot since Christmas, and we’ve seen each other a couple of times.”
That’s good, son, but you don’t have to rush—”
Is there a minimal amount of time you have to spend with someone before you’re allowed to care about someone?”
No, but there’s no need to rush. If she’s the one today, she’ll be the one in a few months.”
What would you have done if you had to be away from Mom for months?”
I’d have gone and gotten her. Simple enough.”
I don’t think caveman tactics are going to work, Dad.”
Then you better get smarter.”
I’m workin’ on it. I’m gonna call it a night. See ya in the mornin’.”
Night, son.”
Night, Dad.”
When Jason came inside, he told me good night and made his way toward his bedroom. I debated with myself on whether or not to say anything to him, but sometimes, you just have to follow your gut.
Jason.”
He turned and looked at me. “Yes, ma’am.”
You know your dad told me he was going to marry me the first night we met.” Jason quirked his eyebrow. He’d never heard this story before. “Oh I know, he always said he met me because I brought my car into the shop, but we actually met a few nights before at a bar. His girlfriend had broken up with him because he had too many responsibilities, so he was drowning his sorrows. By the time I came across him, he was drunk as Cooter Brown, calling me his angel of mercy and telling me he was gonna marry me, his angel. In between declarations, he puked on my shoes. His friend came to pick him up just after that. As the bartender and his friend poured him into his friend’s car, he yelled he would never forget me.
I fully intended on making him pay for my shoes, so I went to his shop. When I walked in, he asked how he could help me. I could tell he didn’t remember me, and something told me not to mention that we had met previously. So I made up some cockamamie story about my car making a noise. Then I kept bringing it back for him to check, but he couldn’t find anything wrong with it. I think, after the fifth time I brought the car in to the shop, he figured out that I liked him and he asked me out.”
Jason leaned over, resting his forearms on the back of the couch, and asked, “Why didn’t you ever tell Dad how the two of you really met?”
At first, when I met him at the shop, he was shy and I didn’t want to embarrass him. Then, after a while, there never seemed to be a reason to.” I shrugged. “Love doesn’t follow a set of rules. Sometimes you just have to trust your instinct and have faith in yourself. Now, I’d like you to invite Candice over for dinner, so we can get to know her as your girlfriend.”
He nodded and smiled his crooked little smile—I’m sure you know the one—and said yes, ma’am and that he would ask you the next day.
You came to dinner the next night, and I knew the first time I saw him look at you that you were his one, and the same for you. I’ve always been proud of my son, but I’m just as proud of the woman he chose to be his wife. You may not have been the one I thought would fit him if I’d been ask, but you’ve been the best thing I could have ever hoped for my son to find. I’m just as proud to call you my daughter as I am to call Jason my son. I love you, Candice, and I can’t thank you enough for loving my son.
Love,
Marlene



One day some words came to mind, so I wrote them down. Soon the words became sentences, which formed paragraphs, which, in turn, formed chapters. Before long, those words had become a book.
When I'm not reading or writing, I'm a wife, mother, and business owner. I've lived on the Gulf, East, and West Coasts, but as a born and raised Southern girl, my favorite will always be the Gulf Coast. There's just no place like home...
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