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By Elysia Strife
Romantic Suspense

A romantic-suspense novel featuring: miscarriage, hot co-workers, cybersecurity threats, and the struggle of defining family.

With only an abusive mother-figure to guide her, Norah has learned
everything the hard way. An unexpected pregnancy with her fiancé changed
her career plans. But miscarriage and betrayal thrust everything in
reverse again. Eerie things start happening at work, and Norah finds
herself at the center of the investigation.

Secrets tumble forth from Norah’s father, her ex-fiancé, and the
mystery around her adoption, breaking the walls she’s put up to protect
her heart. Now, more than ever, she longs for trust, love, and a family
of her own.

Bonding with her handsome co-worker, Evan, and his teenage daughter,
Ashley, Norah gets a glimpse of cohesive family life. She finds herself
falling for Evan and becoming an unlikely source of help and
understanding for Ashley. Evan and Ashley have an empty seat at their
table, one Norah wishes to fill. Yet the guilt of taking the previous
woman’s place threatens to keep them apart.

Can Norah overcome the scars of her past and discover her inner
strength? And will the private letter from her father answer her
questions or destroy the family, and the man, she’s come to love?

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Chapter 1

Merging onto the sweltering Texas highway, headed for Houston, Norah’s mind reeled with the news of her infertility. The one thing she’d dreamt of since she was nine was a family, a stable family, filled with love. Evan, her handsome coworker and a devoted widower, was the only one who knew her deepest desires. He’d question her change in mood. That was certain. But she had more important things to think about today: reviews and sorting the discrepancy in Clerester Enterprises Inc. finances. She could’ve sworn everything was perfect before she’d left early last Thursday.
Pressing the back of a hand to her lips, she choked down a nauseated sob. She didn’t know a single human could feel such emptiness, not so much in such short a time. Exhaustion tugged at her eyelids. They drooped shut.
It was only for a second.
A car horn blasted to her left. Norah jerked awake and swerved back into her lane, heart pounding in her chest. Driving. You’re driving, Norah. Focus. She pinched her thigh hard, sending an awakening jolt through her body.
The accounting job at Clerester Enterprises Inc. was Norah’s only anchor in life now—a fast-growing, plastics repurposing company. They needed her to be reliable, as did Evan. Evan had begged Norah to help him with his daughter, Ashley’s, Halloween party two years back. Being the amiable one she was, Norah caved. Norah had trouble telling others no—a self-confidence problem. After that raucous, sugar-infused night, Norah wanted to spend more time with them. Evan was a kind man, like her father. Ashley was a jumping bean that spread smiles and laughter everywhere she went. It was impossible not to love every second with them.
Early sunlight danced in golden beams between the buildings of the Houston suburbs. When nature’s warm fingers crawled over Norah’s skin, they didn’t carry with them the same peaceful feeling they did most mornings. Fighting the dolor mood she was in was going to take the strength of a god she hadn’t believed in since she was a child, and her abusive step-mother, Jolene, had moved in.
Monday traffic was packed as usual. She felt smaller, more insignificant. Horns honked, and headlights flashed as if they could move mountains. Norah struggled to keep herself upright against the gravity of the black hole that had become her stomach. She wheezed through the gnawing agony, her weighted breath puffing out her cheeks. Norah popped four more ibuprofen into her mouth.
She looked forward to seeing Evan. After two years with their desks locked together, they knew each other well. Evan was nothing like her fiancé, Ray. Ray wasn’t likely to tolerate any more of her excuses for missing date nights. He had standards. For them to be together, she’d agreed to his stipulations—no children, no house, no van. Norah always hoped he’d come around to wanting children like everyone said people did in their twenties and thirties. Ray was good to her, as good as a man with lots of money but little free time could be. But he didn’t understand how important Norah’s goal of a healthy family structure was. And because she came from a broken one, she always let it slide.
Broken felt normal.
But it’s not what she wanted, and Ray wouldn’t budge.
Pulling off onto the frontage road, Norah cracked the windows of her old Jeep, letting in the salty, gulf air. Her air conditioning needed a recharge again. To her right, a splotch of sunshine-yellow caught her attention amongst the brick homes and industrial, metal barns. It was a small, weathered, stick-framed house. It looked like a lone daisy, repeatedly trampled as it fought to grow through the cracks.
Alone, forgotten, and undervalued but still trying to live. Like me, Norah mused. She thought about that house as she continued deeper into the city. Suburbs traded out for taller commercial skyscrapers, and Norah turned off and down a ramp into a parking garage. The bustling city noise faded, replaced by the echo of her motor through the concrete cavern. Scanning her keycard made the barrier arm lift, and she drove inside.
Norah stopped in a space beside a familiar white van. A head of brown hair popped up on the driver’s side as Evan got out. The sound of a door slamming reverberated through the garage.
Grabbing her briefcase, Norah hastily slid out of the seat and onto her glossy flats, wondering why Evan hadn’t gone to the company fitness center before work. Being a single parent, that was the only time he had to himself. It wasn’t like him to miss it.
“Everything okay?”
Dressed in a casual, heather-gray suit, Evan swiveled at her question. His shoulders shifted as if the position of the jacket stretched around his shoulders was off. But his smile was in place—thrown a little crooked from a dimple in his right cheek. “Hey, yeah. You ready for reviews?”
Norah did her best to mirror his confidence, but too many things ached this morning. Straightening her back evoked a stronger cramp deep in her belly. The sting zipped up into her heart, causing it to stutter. “Sure.”
His forest green eyes dissected her with unusual focus—digging, prying her open. She could feel him dismantling the walls she’d been constructing all weekend to survive today. “Don’t sound very confident.”
She wanted to get upstairs and sit down at her desk. Anything to decrease the cramps she was dealing with from Thursday. Growing impatient, she shifted around him, aiming for the elevators.
“Evan, you know I’m not getting the promotion. Grant has the skills they want.” She covertly swiped a tear from her cheek and tried out a distraction. “You didn’t go to the gym this morning?”
“Didn’t want to, because of reviews.” His hand wrapped gentle but firm around her arm, stopping her before she could reach the elevator button. Its orange glow pulsed slowly, taunting her.
Norah took a deep breath and cursed in the privacy of her mind. She had to be strong, unmovable. It was the only way to get through her life in one piece. Time had shown her she could endure a lot. Retaliation had only ever earned her punishment.
He dipped his head and caught her eyes. “Please, tell me what’s upsetting you. You never look this pale or walk away from me in such a rush. I’m—concerned.”
Norah swayed, fighting back the rush of hot tears into her eyes. The lump in her throat made every word ache worse. She looked away.
“I lost the baby.”
The burn of the words still made her shiver like the chills from the flu. “I can’t have children.” She peered up into his eyes and watched them soften with pity. “Why does it hurt so much?”
“Oh, Norah.” His arms snugged around her like nautical rope, securing her splintering body against the rock of his. Evan’s mouth pressed to the side of her head, whispering into her hair. “I’m so sorry.”
Evan liked hugs. Ray liked sex. Her first serious relationship, Damon, liked pain-induced manipulation. Jolene liked hitting and humiliation. Until she’d met Evan, only her adoptive father, Phil, had treated her with respect. But he was always working.
Norah couldn’t help but melt into Evan. He was a tender human underneath his suit with scents of body wash and laundry soap instead of an overpowering cologne store like Ray.
“If you need anything—” Evan started.
“Thanks, but I don’t want to talk about it. It makes me cry. I don’t want to cry at work.” She slipped herself from his hug and tapped the button for the elevator, not wanting to waste more time thinking about the mess that had become her life. She needed work, distraction, desperately.
Evan pulled his satchel higher up on his shoulder. “Forgive me.”
She tightened her grip on her heavy briefcase as the doors opened. They stepped inside. Norah shrugged, mechanically repeating what every relationship advice website she’d read had agreed upon. “I shouldn’t have been afraid to tell him about the baby. But I was because I didn’t want our relationship to fall apart. After this, I’m feeling less inclined to stay.”
Leaning back against the steel panels, Evan stole a timid glance at her. His fingers drummed on the polished steel. “Not all men want to be fathers. Some think they don’t until they are.”
“I know plenty of businesswomen who are the same way,” Norah muttered, watching the numbers of passing levels climb on the screen above the buttons. “I suppose I didn’t tell him mostly because of how he complains about childr—”
The elevator lurched to a stop. Norah and Evan braced themselves against the handrails. Lights flickered all around them. Norah blinked slowly from the disorientation and pulse now pounding in her temples.
“You okay?” he asked.
Her knees shook as she forced them to hold her upright. “I think so.”
“That doesn’t look good.” He pointed at the screen. A fractured image of numbers and symbols danced across its surface in ribbons.
Norah stepped closer. Computer programming code. The streams reminded her of high school, of her friend Cyrus, and getting picked on for always wearing black. “Maybe it got a virus? Can elevators get them?”
“Ah, tech is not my thing.” Evan’s face flushed. “You know that. Social media is no problem as long as you don’t ask me how it was made.”
Norah tamped down a laugh. “Well, it stopped at the lab’s level. I suppose if it’s broken, we can at least get off here and take the stairs.”
After a screeching clunk, the elevator lifted again, and the lights returned to normal.
Norah spread her feet. “Never mind.”
Evan gave her a look of suspicion, then scanned the ceiling as if looking for the cause of the disruption. “How did you know what floor we were on?”
“I count a lot of things.”
He chuckled lightly. “Guess that’s a fitting habit for an accountant to have.”
The elevator slowed to a stop, and Evan and Norah stepped out onto the gray carpet of the main entrance. Throughout the floor, fluorescent ceiling lights flashed as if every ballast had gone haywire at once.
“When did they start renting out the office for raves on Mondays?” Evan asked their receptionist.
Rita swiveled on her barstool behind the tall mahogany desk, her hands formed around her brown eyes like blinders. She squinted over at Norah and Evan. “About twenty minutes ago. It’s honestly giving me a headache. I hope Adrian gets it fixed soon. He and Mr. Frenton came up about five minutes later. They’re in the back.”
“Tech Support is fixing lighting?” Norah felt her nausea rise with new force and did her best to swallow it down. “Any idea why?”
Rita shook her head before resting it to the desktop and folding her arms around her chestnut perm. “It’s only our floors. The Internet’s down too. But no one else is affected,” she muttered to the wood.
Glancing askance at Evan, Norah considered leaving. But the strobes of light made the flecks of gold in his blue-green eyes shimmer as they silently begged her not to.
“Something’s wrong,” he whispered. “I know you want to know what’s up, same as me.”
He was right.
Evan encouraged her down the hall toward their desks. As she passed him, she felt a hand rest against her low back, warm and steady.
She glanced up to see him scouring the people on the floor. His shoulders hunkered forward as if anticipating an attack. When Evan pulled her against him, a tiny tickle of excitement wiggled its way through her discomfort. This touch was new, protective, and heart-stopping.
His grip loosened, worry suddenly strewn in his gaze, the gaze he’d locked on her. “Sorry. Instinct with my girl.”
Norah lifted her brows in surprise.
“Gah,” Evan grimaced. “Ashley. I wasn’t—implying anything.”
“I hope they get it figured out soon,” Norah said low. She was engaged and knew it was wrong to be touched by another man. Still, Evan hadn’t harmed her.
Norah continued across the floor, trying to get away from the stimulation. It wasn’t until they turned down their row of gray cubicles that Evan withdrew his hand to skirt the narrow walkway between their cubicle quad and the next. He set his things down and eyed the stack of papers in his inbox. Evan frowned and mumbled something Norah couldn’t discern.
The lights came on steady, and everyone groaned in relief.
“Finally. That was making me sick.” Laisha, the stock room manager, snorted as she sashayed by pushing a cart packed with reams of paper, envelopes, and printer cartridges.
It was the first time Norah agreed with the woman. Most of Laisha’s words were contorted and filled with gossip she’d overheard from conversations.
Norah sat down and collected her bag in her lap. “See if you can check your email. I managed to proofread those pitches you sent me.”
With a disbelieving shake of his head, Evan signed in on his computer. “You didn’t have to, but thanks.” He paused to lean across their desks. “Are you coming to Ashley’s birthday party next Saturday? She asked me this morning when I dropped her off at school.”
“I’d love to. What is she into these days? I still need to get her a gift.” Drawing her laptop out of her bag, Norah opened it and turned it on. She enjoyed Ashley’s company but always worried she’d say the wrong thing and upset Evan and then have to deal with the backlash at work. Evan was Norah’s only exception to her separation of work and home rule.
He leaned back in his seat with a grin. “Boy bands, makeup, hair stuff, music. Typical teen things.”
Inside, she sighed with relief. Something I know.
“Speaking of hair—” Evan shamelessly eyed the long strands that fell around her shoulders. “I know Ray likes blondes, but what is your natural color?”
Medium sable-brown. “Plain old brown. Need any help with food?”
“What—like honey brown, cherry cola brown, or dark chocolate brown?”
Her fingers paused over her keys, warmth flooding her cheeks. She inspected Evan over the top of her screen.
His eyes twinkled as if smiling at a private conversation. He looked away to open his email. “Sorry. We’re doing pizza. I’m getting the cake delivered. Honestly, that many girls is a bit intimidating. I could use a side-kick.”
“Pushing the fraternization boundary, Mr. Swanson,” Norah teased, stifling a giggle behind a hand. They weren’t actually at risk, working in different departments. But she was engaged, and Evan’s home was filled with photos of Demi and Ashley.
Her stomach tightened, sending a dull ache weaving through her insides. She grimaced and took a steadying breath. Note to self: laughing isn’t a good idea yet.
Norah’s phone buzzed from her purse. Drawing it out, she found a message from her father, Phil.

Good luck with reviews today! Just remember, no matter what happens, you are strong, you are beautiful, and you are loved.

Norah smiled inside and put her phone away.
“Ashley wants you to join. She won’t stop badgering me about it.” Evan’s response was too flat and rehearsed for her liking. Something more was going on. Something with Ashley.
“I hate to break it to you, Superdad, but this side-kick doesn’t own any brightly colored Spandex. I’ll have to come undercover.”
A distinctive thud and clink followed Evan’s stapler as it tumbled and skidded onto her desk. She looked up. In two years, she’d never known him to drop anything. Between karate, the gym, and wrestling in college, Evan was an exceptionally agile individual.
Evan’s hands hung in midair as if his failure to catch the item had stunned him stiff. His lips parted. His eyes met hers as he spluttered his way through an apology.
Picking up the stapler, she placed it back on his desk, wondering what had gotten into him. “Don’t worry about it.” Norah forced a smile through the pain. You just made me feel like less of a klutz. 
Clearing his throat, Evan jerked himself back in his chair. He slammed his mouth shut and refocused on his screen, his light olive skin tinting pink.
“No swearing?” she asked in surprise. “You must be working hard on your filter.”
His dark eyes hung on hers for an intimate moment. Evan didn’t move except for one finger, which swept over his lips the way it always did when he was deep in thought.
Norah’s heart thumped hard in her chest. She scanned around her, looking for what else might have his attention, denying the notion it was her. Their banter had always been playful, lighthearted, and brief—nothing this intense.
Evan carefully set his paperwork on his desk, leaned forward, and reached for the stapler. His voice rumbled soft as distant thunder. “You have no idea.”


Author Interview

What initially got you interested in writing?


I was one of those kids who always made up stories in their heads as they lay in bed on Saturday mornings. I wrote a few stories over the years for school projects and got good grades, but I never invested much time into it as a career. I was influenced by the “artists can’t make money” and “get a real job” concepts. So I tried everything else I could to make a living. When I had to travel the country with my husband for his job, it presented an opportunity.


I started writing as a dream journal because it would help me sleep. I enjoyed creating characters and new worlds from the dreams and just kept rolling with it. Since I didn’t know how the first book would do, I decided to self-publish. I can learn how to do just about anything. My first review was five stars, so I kept going!


What genres do you write in?


I write romance, science fiction, and fantasy in a variety of subgenres. Most of my books feature elements of action and suspense. I don’t spare cursing and violence. Even my romance novels have a little of that. Sometimes there are Christian influences, but I would not put most of my books in that category. Holiday romance is the only one where readers may find a mild to moderate Christian theme.


What drew you to writing these specific genres?


I enjoy positive love stories, am curious about the future of our planet and humanity, and simultaneously can want to escape all of it and linger in a fantastical land. Obviously, there are a ton of influential authors in each genre. But for me, it’s more about the themes and scenes I like writing and reading.


How did you break into the field?


I first published a science fiction novel, Stellar Fusion. It’s the beginning of the Infinite Spark series, which now is a trilogy. I’m writing book four. My second book was a holiday romance, A Christmas in Montana. It also starts off a series, Embers on Ice. Book two, Wildfire, will publish this summer.


What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?


There are a lot of underlying messages in my books. I hope readers think about the people next to them more and wonder what they’re going through. I want the people that struggle alone with their pain to know there are others like them, or at least that someone is listening. We build more if we support one another.


What do you find most rewarding about writing?


When someone reviews one of my books and points out something that stuck with them, it confirms that what I’m writing has meaning and made their life better if only for a moment. I write stories that I love, but I publish them for my readers. Knowing what makes readers happy helps me fine-tune the next books.


What do you find most challenging about writing?


It’s difficult to know how others will perceive my work. What is normal for me may not be normal for others. It usually isn’t. Research is fun, but it isn’t always practical or the way events/processes/etc. occur in real life. Deciding on the readership you want to focus on with a book is what should* ultimately shape the book. I didn’t know that when I first started writing. I just wrote what was enjoyable. Then I learned about genre tropes and reader expectations. (It was a bit of a “duh” moment. How did I miss that?)


I still get nervous about how readers will accept or reject my books. I do the best I can to write for them, but I still feel like it’s important that I do the story justice. Some authors manage to make this merge seamless. I have yet to acquire that skill with proficiency.


What advice would you give to people wanting to enter the field?

Be prepared to spend more time doing business planning than writing as you move deeper into your career. In the beginning, you’re going to be doing a lot of studying on the craft of writing and working on improving your plotting abilities, so your book meets reader expectations. But if you want this to be a career, you are going to be doing a lot of marketing, planning your next book launches, doing outreach, and asking people to read your book and review it. (And those are only a few of the many things that will be on your to-do list.) If you just want to write, that’s fine. But be aware that in today’s market, with thousands of books publishing every day, without a business plan and a marketing platform, it’s highly unlikely your book will be noticed.


What type of books do you enjoy reading?


I enjoy a lot of different genres. In the romance genre, I enjoy suspense, holiday, and paranormal primarily. But if a book has a great blurb and it hooks me, it doesn’t matter what genre it is. I prefer novels, but occasionally pick up an anthology of short stories. I just like to get invested in the characters. I’m more interested in character-driven romance.


Since I also write science fiction and fantasy, I also read those books. Here, I prefer plot-driven stories that expand on new concepts or introduce entirely new possibilities. I like books that challenge my ideas of reality.


Is there anything else besides writing you think people would find interesting about you?


I don’t like sitting inside at my computer. I’d much rather be outside hiking, camping, riding ATVs, working on the car, gardening, bodybuilding at the gym, fixing things on our RV, playing with our dog at the park, etc. I’m not your typical book lover. I am not librarian material. I write from things we’ve done, places we’ve traveled, and from the people that we’ve met. I want my stories to feel as real as they can, so I often write from experience.


What are the best ways to connect with you, or find out more about your work?

You can find more info on my books at: or on my Amazon Author Page:

I’m also on social media:







Thanks for having me!

Best wishes!



Author Bio

Elysia Strife is a self-published author of science-fiction fantasy and romance novels.
Adopted by two educators, Strife developed a
deep love for learning new things. In 2012, she graduated from Oregon
State University with two Bachelor’s Degrees in Public Health and Human
Sciences: Interior Design and Exercise Sport Science. Her past wears
fatigues, suits, and fitness gear, sprinkled with mascara and lace.
“I like to question everything, figure out
how things work, and do tasks myself. Experiencing new things is fun but
also helps with writing raw and genuine stories. And I’m always trying
to push my comfort zones.”
Strife likes the rumble of her project
car’s 350-ci V8. She enjoys the rush of snowboarding and riding ATVs on
the dunes. But nothing brings her more solace than camping in the
mountains where the stars are their brightest.
Strife enjoys connecting with readers and welcomes all feedback and questions.

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