Where Shadows Dwell by Julianne Kelsch
After her mother’s apparent suicide, Lily receives a terrible warning: leave California or run the risk of death. Afraid for her life, she flees. Her only hope for safety lies with her father, a man who abandoned her when she was five. But while she searches for him, she discovers love and safety in the arms of James Prescott.
James is a man tormented by his mother’s unsolved murder. More than anything he wants to see her killer lifeless, lying in a shallow grave. When Lily enters his life, he realizes that he hasn’t been living. Lily shines for him, a light that finally pierces the darkness. For the first time in years, he feels hope. Their relationship blossoms and Lily discovers that she is worthy of love. However, she soon realizes that the safety she craves and the love she’s found may be short lived.
The past James carries and the life Lily left behind collide, throwing the couple into the path of the murderer. Secrets long buried come to surface and threaten to destroy everything. Will they face their demons together or will they let the past tear them apart?
Julianne Kelsch is an author and freelance writer who picked up the pen after the birth of her second child. A mother of four, she believes words have a special kind of magic all their own. With a word you can open the heart or break the soul; you can breathe life into love or distinguish the final flame. For her, reading is a place to experience worlds unseen and lives never lived; writing is the place to create them.
All character portrayals are that of the author.
James Maslow as James Prescott (with blue eyes instead of brown)
Shanley Caswell as Lily Frost
Clive Owen as Randy Frost
Josh Brolin as Jim Prescott
Michelle Monaghan as Beth Prescott
Mark Harmon as Leonard Dickson
Riley Smith as Ryan Fairmount
I closed my eyes, breathing in the heavy scent of flowers, immersing myself in the gardens completely.
“This place is amazing.”
“I hoped you would like it.”
“I love it.”
James pulled me into him, holding me against his chest.
“I’m glad you do,” he said, his breath saturating my hair. He kissed me softly then reached down and picked a white lily. “The lily means more than purity,” he said, pressing it into my hand. “It also means the return of happiness.” He smiled, gently caressing my bruised cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Having you in my life has returned my happiness, Lily. I was a fool not to see it before, with your father.” He pressed his forehead against mine, eyes closed. “You’ve given me my life back.”
And you’ve give me mine, I thought. In more ways than one.