Absolution
By Missy Johnson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release
Date: June 28, 2017
Synopsis
Declan James was
the perfect guy.
He was sweet.
Charming. Caring. Until he wasn’t.
Fourteen years
ago, his actions tore apart my family. He ruined my sister’s life and nothing
was ever the same again. But now, a decade later, he’s back.
When he walks
into my office, asking for my help, I’m shocked, but nothing prepares me for
what I’m about to learn. I see how far he’s gone to redeem himself and I know
that he’s changed. I also know that, as a priest, he’s more off limits than
ever.
If I help him,
my family will never forgive me.
If I fall in
love with him, I will never forgive myself.
Excerpt
“You’re
not the first person to be shocked by my choice of calling.”
“Your
family?” I guess. He nods. “I’m assuming they probably had bigger and better
things in mind for you, but it’s a step up from rapist right?” His eyes widen
and I cringe. Shit, I can’t believe I just said that.
“I can
see why you might think that, but my father is very anti-religion, so I’m not
sure he would agree,” he smirks and rubs his chiselled jawline, giving me a
pointed look. “Are you done now?”
“I’m
sorry that was way out of line," I mumble, admitting I went too far.
"Sometimes I say things without thinking.”
“It’s
okay,” He shrugs. His dark eyes penetrate mine. I'm shaking, but I hold his
gaze, refusing to look away. “You get a free pass today to say whatever you
like to me and then tomorrow you need to start giving me a chance. Is that fair?”
I’m not
loving the part where I give him a chance, but I have so many questions burning
inside of me that I’m dying to ask that I sit forward, and place my hands under
my thighs.
“Okay
I’ll play,” I say, staring at him. I question everything he says because it
hurts too much to believe him. Why should he get to move on? “Why this?”
“Because
it was the only way I could see getting my life back on track. I was at the
point where I had nothing to live for, and God changed that for me. He gave me
hope. I had something that was mine. I was making a difference.”
“How
long have you been a Priest for?” I say the word like it’s dirty but only
because he’s makes it that way. It’s like he’s taken one of the purest
professions in the world and tainted it.
“Five
years. After I got out of prison, I was in a bad place. Everything that
happened with Cecily really messed me up and then hearing that she…. His voice
trails off like he can’t complete his train of thought, so I make him, because
he doesn’t get to do this. He doesn’t get to make this about him.
“You
mean how she killed herself?” I say. I stare at him, my anger fuelling the
strength I’m somehow finding within myself to confront him. This is what I’ve
wanted for so long, to be able to face him and show him how much he hurt me.
“How she ended her life after what you did to her and the way your family
dragged her through the mud. Is that what you mean? You can’t even say it,
Declan. Imagine how hard it was for me to live it.”
“I
never wanted that all I wanted to do was plead guilty and move on—”
“Move
on?” I whisper, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Like my sister got to move on?
Like my dad moved on by ramming his car into a tree? You ruined our lives. Why
should you get to move on?”
“I’m
sorry about your father,” he says softly.
“You’re
sorry?” I laugh. I throw my hands up in the air. “Well, so long as you’re
sorry.”
“You
have every right to be angry at me Hannah, but I’m just trying to explain it
from my point of view. You asked me why I became a priest. This is why.
Everything that happened is why.”
“But
you don’t get to explain,” I whisper. “Because it’s not fair. All you get to do
is sit there and take whatever I decide I need to say to you in order for me to
get through this. That’s the only thing you need to do here. You don’t get to
left what you did, or tell me how much you’ve changed, because I don’t care.
All I care about is being able to be in the same room as you without feeling
like I’m going to be sick. Is that too much to ask?”
"No.
No it’s not," he mumbles. His eyes cast downward and I laugh. He can’t
even look at me.
Meet the Author
Missy lives in a
small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog
who think she's a cat, a cat who thinks he's a dog...you get the picture).
When she's not
writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.
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