Genre: Women’s Fiction / Contemporary romance
Everyone in Kathleen’s life thinks she’s crazy when she decides to spend her well-earned summer working in a tiny, dusty attic sorting through old church papers, but the peace and quiet of working alone is exactly what she wants.
She’s back home again and happy, or as happy as anyone who’s left behind a troubled past can be. She has amazing coworkers, a wonderful best friend, a supportive family, and not one single person in her life who knows what she’s been through. So, when Kathleen stumbles across an old French diary written by a battered wife, she connects with the story and Emilie.
Kathleen’s life changes when she meets Grant, a gorgeous local man with a past of his own. Their connection is undeniable, even for her, and proves that second chances are possible if she can just leave her past behind.
At first, she danced slowly, barely moving her feet over the earth and looking down as she went. Then she raised her head and looked towards the sun. Its heat felt amazing on her tear drenched face and the soft warm wind dried the wet streaks. She smiled and looked towards the singers.
Her mother sat there, drum in her hand, her eyes glued to Kathleen’s face. The women around her were singing loudly enough that her silent voice wasn’t missed. A small smile touched her lips and, for the first time in years, Kathleen found it easy to return. She nodded at her mother, then took the ends of her shawl in her hands and began to move.
She glided across the grass and around the other dancers, her feet skimming the earth and lifting high in intricate patterns that mimicked the movement of animals and birds. Her arms lifted high and swung low, trailing her shawl as she danced, completely free of restraint and fear. The world around her ceased to exist and only she and the sound of the music were real. The final weight lifted from her body and the lightness was freeing. She felt as though she could actually fly.
Song after song, she danced. Her mother and aunts joined her when they weren’t singing and, together, they laughed and spun around the field. Finally, a men’s song began and she retreated to the sidelines to catch her breath. Her mother stepped close and wrapped her arms around Kathleen’s body.
“You’re back,” she said simply. Kathleen leaned into her mother’s embrace and buried her hair in the familiar auburn hair.
Janice Godin is a Newfoundland born and raised Author who finds inspiration for her writing in the land, the people, and the history of her island. Her first novel, Then She Danced, is a women’s fiction / contemporary romance that is getting excellent reviews.