Mitzi G. Tzerman
Melissa Johnson’s husband was diagnosed with prostate cancer on the same day she finds out she is pregnant. He decides to leave her because he thinks his cancer will keep him from having children. Never telling her why he’s leaving, but that he is leaving, he spends one last night with her. Will there be enough passion between them to change his mind? She does not hear the door close as he slips out the next morning. Will her best friend, Jennifer Crawson be able to bring the couple back together or will she take John for herself? Melissa tries to sooth her soul by returning to the house at Edisto Beach, SC that belonged to her family when she was growing up. She’s hoping the memories of the past will help heal her heart. What she doesn’t realize is that an intruder will randomly pick that house to break into and her life will never be the same. Read the book and believe things are never what they seem.
Mitzi G. Tzerman is a Freelance Writer and Photographer. Her photography has been hung at Studios in Columbia, S.C., and the picture on the cover of this book was taken by her in Eufaula, Alabama at the Shorter Mansion. She attended the University of Tennessee and received a B.A. Degree in English/Creative Writing. She was Poetry Editor and then Editor of Early Spring Literary Magazine. With an early interest in writing Mitzi received writing awards as early as High School and was published in Treasured Poems of America 1997 by Sparrowgrass Press, Best Poems of the 90's and Beneath The Harvest Moon published by The National Library of Poetry. Mitzi has also continued her writing education by completing The Writer’s Digest School of Novel Writing and Writing for Profit. She is currently employed with The Korn Law Firm while she is aspiring to be a published author.
Melissa unpacked, placed the journal on the table beside the couch, and decided to wait until the morning to begin reading it. When she finally curled up in front of the fire, wrapped in a mountain of blankets, she felt at peace. She breathed a sigh of relief. She was finally home and was finally going to know the truth.
Her eyes closed. Her spirit rested. At that moment she had no fear or concern. She had no idea that someone walked those beaches waiting for her return. Someone was standing in the night air at the foot of the steps, taking a drag off of his cigarette, looking up at her window, watching the smoke from the fireplace, smiling to himself as he watched the light go out. She had no idea of the danger that awaited her there.
