All for Anna

If guilt is a prison; Victoria Sales has given herself a life sentence. Held captive by regret, 23 year-old trauma RN, Tori Sales, has seen the reality of many nightmares. But there is one nightmare she will never wake from-her last memory of Anna. Her efforts to save the little girl were not enough; she was not enough. After a year of living alone, Tori is forced to return home-a place where heartache, loss, and broken relationships lurk around every corner. Isolation is her only solace; running is her only escape. But she cannot outrun the truth forever. When a handsome, compassionate stranger enters her world, Tori is inspired to deal with her past and focus on the future-one she never believed possible. But before her quest for closure is complete, a new revelation surfaces, tainting her world yet again. Will she accept the recovery she so desperately needs? Or will she choose the escape she knows best...

Books have been a passion of mine for as long as I can remember. As a young girl, my favorite pastime was ＂playing library＂. This entailed loading every book I owned into my Radio Flier wagon and trekking to the neighborhood park. Once there, I would carefully place each masterpiece onto a blanket. When my friends wanted to ＂check-out＂ a book, I would first tell them the synopsis of each story and why I loved it. Not much has changed since then. I am obsessed with the art of what makes a great story, great. I can and have talked for hours about the fictional characters, scenarios and plots found within the pages of my favorite books. However, at the age of 30, I decided it was time to share my own world of make-believe. I wrote my first novel, All for Anna, soon after that. I have been a wife to my hunk-of-a husband, Tim, for nine years, and a mother to my two crazy boys (Preston, 7 and Lincoln, 4). I am a cherished daughter, an advice-giving big sister, and a very grateful friend. But first and foremost, I am a picture of redemption: a life transformed by grace. Though I no longer pull a red wagon, my stockpile of books has grown exponentially. I am never far from my next read. And yes, I still push them on my friends (along with my commentary). Old habits die hard. Thank you for reading a piece of my world, and for sharing in a piece of my heart.