It's Cover reveal day for my fifth (yikes!) book A Cry for Hope. I want to thank Kari from Cover to Cover designs for putting this beautiful cover together, she did an awesome job and is a true professional to work with. I would also like to thank Mandi from MHPhotography for the beautiful photos even though she made it very difficult for me to choose just one for the cover, they were all so amazing! And last but not least, Randi Melendez, the beautiful model on the cover who conveyed so much emotion, exactly the way that I envisioned Hope to be!
So, without further ado here it is, the book cover for A Cry For Hope:
© Beth Rinyu
2014
Unedited and
subject to change
“Look at me,
Jamie! Look at me and tell me that
you’re willing to walk away from everything we have and I’ll be gone. I’m not
ready to give up on us but if you are, then just say the words and I’ll stop
trying.”
“Hope, stop it!”
“Stop what? Stop
trying? Stop trying to have the man that I love more than anything in this
world love me back? Stop trying to make myself feel worthy of your love again?
What do you want me to stop Jamie?”
“What do you
want me to say Hope? That everything’s going to be okay? That things are going
to be the way they used to between us because I don’t know if that’s ever going
to happen. Or do you want me to take you upstairs and fuck you like a stranger,
the same way I’ve been for the past eight months?”
“I don’t know
what I want any more Jamie. I miss my husband. The man that I could tell
anything to. The one that I used to laugh and cry with. The one who would hold
me in his arms and comfort me whenever I was feeling down.”
“He’s gone Hope.
He drowned in that ocean the same day that Charlie did.”
I bit my lip and
fought the tears. “So what are you trying to tell me that I’m just keeping
myself afloat in this marriage only to have you never resurface?”
His eyes filled
with tears. “I wish that I could answer that question for you but I can’t.
Because the truth is, I don’t even know the answer to it myself.”
I grabbed a
napkin from the counter and wiped my eyes. I tried to catch my breath between
my sobs and gain enough composure to speak coherently. “I’m sorry for taking my
eyes off him for that split second that day. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I
loved him too and I’m hurting just as much as you. And if it makes you feel a
little better by punishing me for it this way, then I’m willing to subject
myself to it, because I still love you so much that it hurts.”
