Ellesea Loves Reading: New Book Release Spotlight with an Extract: Reformed Dreamer by Deborah King

Monday, 28 September 2020

New Book Release Spotlight with an Extract: Reformed Dreamer by Deborah King

Reformed Dreamer by Deborah King

She’s wreaked havoc in everyone’s lives. Can she find forgiveness… even from within?

Former drug addict Melinda desperately wants to make amends for years of misguided aggression. Fresh out of rehab and in control of her type of bipolar disorder, she’s grateful to have a secure job and a safe homestead for her long road to recovery. Welcomed by a glorious cliffside sunset and her handsome rancher host, she’s surprised by their instant attraction.

Determined to excel at her work, Melinda does her utmost to display kindness and forges a healthy connection with the horses. And when her dedication warms the heart of the steeds’ drop-dead gorgeous owner, she starts to believe in the possibility of unexpected love and a new future.

Can Melinda truly conquer the demons of her past to find redemption?

Reformed Dreamer is the fourth and final book in the sweet Inspiration in Cologne women’s fiction series. If you like hard-won second chances, surprising romance, and rising above mental health hurdles, then you’ll love Deborah King’s touching story.

US Kindle – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08JJ8K16G/.

UK Kindle - https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08JJ8K16G/

UK Paperback – https://smile.amazon.co.uk/dp/1733588841/

US Paperback- https://smile.amazon.com/dp/1733588841/

Reformed Dreamer will be .99 c /p until 4^th October.

In this brief extract from Reformed Dreamer, we learn about Melinda, the protagonist, and the last few months of her life and what lies ahead. *No Spoiler Alert Zone*.

Today is the first day of my reformed life, my future existence. At least I hope it is. I’m not in the position to control my medications, which stabilize my mood.

I’ve been pacing St. John’s Rehabilitation Facility’s reception area for an hour. My heart drums in my chest incessantly, and my entire body trembles in fear of the unknown.

I packed my two duffel bags earlier this morning. They sit on the floor off to the side of the automated entrance doors.

Heather, my therapist, and I have discussed this day for two weeks. Here I am, though, acting like an anxious child on her way to meet her foster parent.

For the life of me, I cannot fathom how my so-called friends convinced a complete stranger to me, and me to him, to be my warden for a long arduous year. What possessed me to agree to this situation? Oh, yes, I remember. It was my idea and Heather agreed, wholeheartedly. I would also rather not be responsible for my own death at this point in time.

Not only will I live in my jailor’s house, I will also work alongside him. All. Day. Long. But when I considered my other options, Darius’s offer is actually perfect—peace and quiet—twenty-four hours a day, caring for horses. Animals don’t have the ability to gossip about me.

Luckily for me, my caretaker was in search of an additional employee, and Heather has told me he has a kind heart. I also know my caretaker and boss happens to be an introvert and keeps to himself on most occasions.

I should have accepted Heather’s offer to live with her best friend and taken the job waiting tables at a high-scale restaurant in Kansas City, but Cologne and Krause County are imprinted in my mind, heart, and soul. How could I, Melinda Moore, born and raised in a picturesque, unique, rural area in Missouri, live and survive in a sterile, concrete, big-city environment? Not possible, in my mind.

I’ve been at the rehab facility three months longer than need be, waiting patiently for someone and something else to come along in my hometown. When it did, I instantly agreed to the conditions of my next incarceration.

I could have lived with my mom, but I no longer trust her. She has lied to me ever since I was a young girl about my dad’s death and his and my mental disorder. No, thank you.

You see, my dad had bipolar disorder, refused financial help from his father, and basically ignored his diagnosis. In the end, my dad let his mental illness fool him into taking his own life.

I, on the other hand, have cyclothymic disorder—a relatively milder form of bipolar disorder. I also allowed a despicable man to entice me with drugs to ease my emotional outbursts and high and low moments, sometimes morphing into days. What a devastating mistake on my part. If I would have known what the true culprit behind my behavior was, I would have sought help. Instead, I ended up here, close to death.

The residents in my small town will gossip about my drug abuse, but at least they’re in the dark about my mental disorder. It has been kept a secret by a few of my previous friends and their loved ones who say they accept and forgive my past indiscretions.

Do they? Or, are they placating me? Only time will tell.

Deborah King is a spirited woman who was inspired to pursue her dreams due to her mother’s death from early onset Alzheimer’s disease. She has the unique ability to read people and tackle life’s hardships.

Deborah is an acclaimed, distinctive new voice in romantic women’s fiction. After raising two children, working with a not-for-profit wildlife rescue organization, and reading too many books to count, she retired from her personal training and weight management business to follow her dream of writing.

She is extremely grateful for having the opportunity to work with many different people sharing and teaching what inspires her, which you’ll catch glimpses of in her books.

Deborah’s lived in several diverse areas in her city as well as three years in a rural setting. She lives in Missouri with her supportive husband, two rescue cats, who believe they’re dogs, her mini fitness store, and her eclectic collection of books