Riptide - Softcover

Wright, Eric E. E.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1611163013 ISBN 13: 9781611163018

Verlag: Pelican Book Group, 2014

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Ashlyn Forsyth believes she and her husband have come to idyllic St. Simons Island to restore romance to their flagging marriage. Then, without warning, Craig hands Ashlyn divorce papers. In shock, Ashlyn watches him drive off with a female colleague from his office. She soon discovers he is being pursued by the Russian mafia and investigated by the FBI for money-laundering. Abandoned on St. Simons Island, Ashlyn faces not only emotional turmoil but financial ruin, the shipwreck of her career, harassment by the FBI, and pursuit by the Russian mafia. Even as her ordered life plunges into chaos, she finds herself increasingly attracted to Remy Jeandeau, a shrimp boat captain. Will she find the spiritual resources needed to overcome adversity? Will attraction blossom into romance?

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First and foremost, Eric E. Wright is a simple follower of Jesus who is profoundly grateful for the undeserved grace of God bestowed when he was ninteen. Out of his conversion and the ongoing grace of God has come everying good in his life, including this wife Mary Helen, his three children, and his nine grandchildren. Eric E. Wright is the published author of ten books in English plus six self-teaching textbooks translated into Urdu. He has 50 years of experience as a missionary, pastor, seminary professor, writer, and editor. He earned a BScF in Forestry from the University of Toronto and a BD from Colombia International University. His 16 years of service in Pakistan involved mission leadership and co-founding of the Open Theological Seminary, an extension school now serving well over 2500 students. His 15 years of pastoral experience involving pre-marital and marital counseling prepared him to empathize with those struggling in their marriages. His writing credits include the six self-teaching textbooks he produced for the Open Theological Seminary in Pakistan. Evangelical Press published his Tell the World, Strange Fire?, Church-No Spectator Sport, and Revolutionary Forgiveness. Day One Publications published his Down a Country Road and A Practical Theology of Missions. His two suspense novels, The Lightning File and Captives of Minara won the Word Guild Canadian Writing Award for best mystery/suspense novel in 2008 and 2010 respectively. He is a member of the Writers' Union of Canada, The Word Guild, Spirit of the Hills, and the Brighton Arts Council as well as several online and in-person critique groups. For seven years he was editor of the Fellowship LINK, a quarterly magazine for mature adults published by the Fellowship of Evangelical Baptist Churches of Canada. To God be the glory!

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Riptide

By Eric E. Wright

Pelican Ventures, LLC

Copyright © 2013 Eric E. Wright
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-61116-301-8

CHAPTER 1

Craig and I were standing in the congregation at First Baptist Church on St. Simons Island, Georgia, singing when he stopped and handed me a sealed envelope.

"What's this?" I whispered as I turned to him, but he was already striding up the aisle towards the exit.

My stomach knotted, the bulky envelope growing heavy in my hand. I stared at it, unthinking, and then glanced at the heavy oak doors. Craig was gone.

Forcing my mind to focus on something other than the confusion and dread swimming through my head, I realized that the music had stopped and I was the only one standing. With a flush creeping up my neck, I grabbed my purse and fled. Fortunately, this wasn't our home congregation in New York where everyone knew us.

Outside, I caught sight of Craig getting into a silver sedan. I peered at the driver. A woman. Marlee, one of the investment advisors in his firm? What was she doing here?

Marlee stared at me over her shoulder, grimaced, and then hit the gas. The wheels kicked up gravel as she accelerated out of the parking lot.

I stared after them with my mouth open until the fluttering clouds of Spanish moss hanging from the ancient oaks hid them from view.

I gazed at the envelope, and then jammed it in my purse. No need to read it — yet. Instinct told me what it contained.

Sorry, Ashlyn, but this is not working. I've tried, but I just don't love you anymore. I want a divorce. Blah, blah, blah.

Our attempt to recover what we'd lost by spending two weeks on romantic St. Simons Island had failed. Was this it, then? Twenty-one years and two kids meant nothing? How would I explain to Tiffany and Tyler?

Something black and terrible began to gnaw at my insides as I searched the parking lot for our car. Tears coursed down my face. At least he left the car.

I fumbled in my purse for the keys, opened the door, and jumped in. Skidding out of the parking lot, I drove with one hand and pounded the dashboard with the other. The arrogant brute. A dear-John letter during a church service. Real macho. Well, two could play at that game. If he thought I'd just roll over and play dead, he was sadly mistaken. I'd make him regret this day.

Gritting my teeth and swiping at the tears I couldn't quell, I drove without thought while rage ricocheted inside me. When I ran out of road, I screeched to a halt, slammed the door and set off down the beach. Oblivious of cruising terns and diving pelicans, I walked aimlessly on the hard sand kicking every shell I saw, imagining it was Craig's vaunted manhood.

In spite of my attempts to avoid softer patches, the heels of my Sunday pumps sank into the sand, and I tumbled backwards. For a few minutes I lay there, not caring about the effect ocean water would have on my best dress. Then I sat up, slipped off my pumps and stared at them.

Aren't heels archaic anyway; as archaic as marriage? As outmoded as promises — 'til death do us part, for better or worse, in sickness and in health? Is that what I am, prehistoric? The model Christian wife; gentle, obedient, faithful? Well if I get my hands on him again, I'll show him how gentle I am — and how faithful.

Tears began to stream down my face anew. I thought of all the advice I'd given clients in my family therapy practice. Just be patient with one another. Hah. Forgive one another. Double hah. Not so easy now to spout glib clichés about being forgiving.

As I sat there in the damp sand feeding my rage, the scrape of a beach chair on a deck made me aware of how stra

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Pelican Book Group
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2014
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1611163013
• ISBN 13: 9781611163018
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 326
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