In the second book in the Kingsley Series ... Cameron, the Kingsley's oldest child and first girl. Her romantic nature led her to a career as a wedding planner, but her troubled past keeps her cynical, fearful and alone. Mackenzie Caswell, a widower with a young son to raise on his own. Mac is still healing from the loss of his wife, but his marriage was a happy one, which gives him a solid belief in the possibility and the power of love. If only he can convince Cameron to see things his way.

Meet Cassaundra Keaton, an adult orphan raised in the foster system. She's overweight and struggling to survive in a world that makes her feel like she can never fit in. Follow her journey as she learns to trust and love herself, and watch her grow as she finds love. But will an issue from her past rise up to ruin her new life?

Annie Jacobs' marriage fell apart, leaving her heart and her trust broken. Even her friends couldn't ease the pain of betrayal and eventually, Annie packed up her life and moved on. In peaceful Bar Harbor, Maine, Annie is finally able to find solace. She makes new friends, she finds a new routine, and she begins to pick up the shattered remains of her confidence. Just when Annie thinks she's found contentment once again, a series of chance disasters threatens her new life and nearly ends her life entirely. When the man who saves her turns out to be something more than Annie ever would have expected, her life is thrust once again into turmoil. A near-death experience takes Annie into an entirely new world, one she would never have believed existed. It seems like DEATH has it's sights set on Annie for sure this time, and war is closing in. Even immortality may not be enough to save her now.

He'd beaten me TO DEATH. For years, I'd been taking it, accepting the beatings, silently believing the worthlessness he saw in me. I'd obeyed his rules, I'd catered to his whims. I woke up in a hospital bed. Bruised, broken, in shock. That was The Moment. In that moment, I knew that I had to get out. I loved my husband. I missed him. But I needed more than he would ever offer. I deserved more than I'd been given, more than flying fists and fragile tempers. I deserved to wear what I chose. I deserved to go where I wanted. I deserved goodnight kisses. I deserved gentle touches. I deserved to feel LOVED, and not POSSESSED. I deserve to FIGHT for my FREEDOM.