Author: Christine Brae
Release Date: January 22, 2016
It started out so simply. Anna runs away to Thailand, drags her best friend Dante with her and spends a few weeks away, taking on other people’s problems while getting away from her own. She meets the enigmatic Jude Grayson, and for as long as it’s clear to both of them that it ends when they leave, she thinks she’s got the perfect fling planned out.
Or does she?
Anna returns home to find that her life is no longer the way it once was, and that she can’t stop thinking about him. She learns through tragedy that nothing she’s ever believed in has turned out to be true. The worst part? The people she loved were keeping a secret from her. And that no matter what she does, no matter how hard she fights against it, every path she takes keeps leading her back to Jude.
This is a story about love, found in a faraway place by two very unlikely people. It is also a story about friendship and loyalty and fighting for what you have despite the illogical mystery of fate. And with the struggle between morality and guilt, faith and acceptance, there comes a learning that even the best-laid plans are powerless against the alignment of the universe.
From the beaches of Thailand to the streets of New York, three friends, Anna, Dante, and Jude will learn the hard way that once providence steps in, there is nothing in the world that can change what is truly meant to be.
Your favorite part of
I have so many favorite parts, but I think I love the
Epilogue the most.
Hardest part to
Sex scenes. Always. They’re all the same words, actions,
movements. The trick is to make the reader fill it, disengage their brain from
their heart. And it’s so difficult to do that.
Where there any
alternate endings you considered? (Explain further)
Yes, but if I tell you I’d have to kill you!
I will release them after the book is out.
Craziest fan story?
My fans are not crazy. In fact, I wished they were sometimes.
Hidden talent? I can tell you everyone’s extension number at
3 things you never leave home without? Claudelie face spray,
How much are you willing to fight for love? All the way,
until something blatantly slaps you in the face and says that it’s time to
Finish the sentence: In this life… there are different kinds of love.
The door? Was that what I had just heard? Instinctively, I
reached my arm out to feel for her, but I found myself alone in the middle of
the bed. I jerked up in surprise and looked around the room. There were two
dirty wine glasses and an empty bottle of wine on the floor. The covers were
hanging off the side of the bed, and the pillows were neatly piled on top of
one another occupying the space where she had slept.
“Anna!” I yelled. No. She couldn’t have left me. Why did she
Frantically, I sprang out of bed and pulled my jeans on. I
didn’t care that all I had on was a t-shirt as I ran out the door and flew down
the five flights of stairs to the main entrance. My feet felt numb against the
freshly fallen snow, but I felt no pain. I had to find her. I ran down the
sidewalk until I spotted her walking on the opposite side of the road, head
down, shoulders hunched, one hand holding her hat onto her head.
“Anna! Anna, wait!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.
She stopped when she saw that it was me. I ran across the
road as fast as my frozen feet would take me. The neighborhood was slowly
waking up, people were just about to start their day.
And as we faced each other, I knew that I would live out my
days with her. I wanted to touch her but didn’t want to scare her off any
further. The snow began to fall lightly. Dance with me, I wanted to say. Who
cares if the rain has frozen into snow? The music in our hearts will warm it
“Where are your shoes?” she asked, one hand still on her
head, the other in her coat pocket. The morning wind was biting; it stuck to
the skin, sharp little pins all over your body.
“It doesn’t matter. Why did you leave? Why are you leaving
me?” I tried to form the words in my mouth while trying to stop my teeth from
Christine Brae is a full time career woman who thought she could write a book about her life and then run away as far as possible from it. She never imagined that her words would touch the hearts of so many women with the same story to tell. Her second book, His Wounded Light was released in December, 2013.
Christine’s third book, Insipid, is a standalone that was released in June, 2014, and her fourth book, In This Life is scheduled for release in January 2016.
When not listening to the voices in her head or spending late nights at the office, Christine can be seen shopping for shoes and purses, running a half marathon or spending time with her husband and three children in Chicago.