Catherine Pope got a second chance at love, only to have it ripped away—again. She should’ve known better.
But she dared to hope.
She refuses to let fate take the reins this time. Catherine decides she’s going to fight.
Jackson Cole risked it all.
He thought this time would be different.
With his loyalties pulling him in two directions—it’s time to make a choice…his past or his future.
Will they be beholden to their fears or will they both fight against their demons and finally find the love they both long for?
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Copyright © 2014 Corinne Michaels
I stand before the mirror in my knee-length, black dress. My hair is pin straight and I’ve opted against eye makeup. Not even waterproof mascara can withstand the torrent of tears I’ve shed lately.
I’ll see him today.
I’ll somehow handle looking at the man who’s no longer mine. The one who forced me to love again, give my heart to him—then forced me to be alone. He’s gone and I won’t get him back.
I’ll need a miracle to get through this.
Giving myself another once-over, I’m as content as I’ll ever be. What does it matter anyway? Who gives a shit what I look like in the grand scheme of things? I’ll be wrecked by the end of today—again. There will be no coming back. I’m in hell—no, purgatory. I walk around living, but feeling dead inside.
“You ready?” Ashton whispers behind me, placing her cool hand on my shoulder.
“Yeah, sure. It’s not getting any better than this,” I reply without any emotion.
I feel hollow.
He took everything from me.
“Okay …” she trails off and leaves the room to let me finish up.
Once I’m done, I head out to the living room. We gather our belongings in silence and head to the car. Ashton drives without the music on, giving me time to do nothing but sit and think of Jackson. I see his face, hear his voice, feel his hands on me, but it’s not real anymore. Phantom feelings for a man that isn’t real. None of it was real. I sometimes wonder if I just made it all up in my head. Made it into something it wasn’t.
As we pull into the metal gates of the cemetery, I stare out the window wishing I were anywhere but here. I don’t know how I’ll make it through this.
The car stops and Ashton places her hand on mine. “Cat, we don’t have to do this. If you can’t be here …” She stops and bites her lip. “No one would judge you.” The empathy swimming in her eyes rips through my heart, tearing me apart.
I glance at the tent set up at the gravesite. The people starting to filter around to bid their final goodbye to a man they loved. I sit here—frozen. Trying to piece together the parts of my heart that are no longer beating. I hear the remnants thumping erratically in my chest, but I feel nothing.
“I promised I’d be here, Ashton,” I say with an air of finality.
I may not want to, but the bottom line is, I love him. I gave my heart to him and I made promises—no matter what, I won’t break them.
We exit the car and start to make our way to the sea of black. The dark hearts in pain and sorrow surround the area. My heels puncture the soft grass while the gaps in my heart grow larger with each step. The smell of fresh grass fills the air. I can feel his presence. Every part of my body is tingling in awareness. The tears pool in my eyes blurring my sight and I stumble, but Ashton keeps me from falling.
“Ash …” My voice quivers as I will myself to keep from falling apart.
“I won’t leave your side.” Her deep, blue eyes are filled with her vow.
I nod and draw my strength from her.
She’s here and won’t let me fall.
Keeping my head lowered, I continue moving while she holds on to my arm. I don’t want to see faces. I focus on the beads of dew hanging on the blades of grass. I take in each one as if they’re tears from God. Tears because none of this is okay. If I can keep my eyes down, I won’t have to see the urn that sits on top of the tombstone. I won’t see the friends and family with tear-filled eyes. I can pretend this is an awful dream and none of this is happening. I don’t want to hear the words telling us we should be thankful for the time we had, because there’s never enough time.
“I’m right here with you,” Ashton whispers and wraps her arms around me.
I nod, not trusting my ability to speak. I’m barely hanging on.
Silence falls upon the crowd as the preacher speaks, talking about heroism and sacrifice. Opening my eyes, I take in the scene before me. The four sailors stand off to the side dressed in their dark blue uniforms. Ribbons and medals hang from their chests. I glance at the American flag folded next to the urn, the gift for his ultimate sacrifice. I listen to the words and the quiet sobs of people in pain.
When the reverend stops speaking, the sailor moves and the bugle blares playing “Taps.” Each note shreds through my body, penetrates my bones, and shatters my heart. Tears stream down my face unabashed. The uniformed sailor walks over to the front row placing the folded flag in delicate hands. He kneels before her speaking as she nods and trembles. The sounds of her loud cries break through my fragile façade.
“Shhh, Cat,” Ashton murmurs in my ear. “You’re shaking.” She rubs her hands up and down my arm trying to warm me.
If only I was shaking because I’m cold.
I turn into her when a hand ghosts up my shoulder, “Catherine.” His deep voice echoes in the eerie quiet.
The sound of his voice is my undoing. A sob breaks through my chest as Ashton catches me while I fall apart.
lisa mcavoy says
Omg i sooooo can not wait. It cant come quick enough!
Mary A. Koll says
I can’t wait to read this book. I read Beloved way back in July and have been waiting for the Beholden. Catherine and Jackson have invaded my dreams and I just want to know what happens! Corinne is a wonderful writer!!!
Staci Pope says
I tried and tried to put off reading the prologue and excerpts of this book. Now that I’ve read the prologue and the teasers; my patience is at an end. 10/22/2014 can not get here any faster.
Is it bad that reading this already made me cry? I cannot wait for this!!
Cyndi Barber says
Can’t wait for the book!
Robin Griffin says
OMG!! That scared the crap out of me…for a minute I thought I was losing my mind. I thought I was reading that Jackson was dead. Whew!! I can’t wait to read this! Thank you so much for sharing the prologue.
Jhopi Thornton says
Hi Corrine, I just want to you let you know how much I enjoyed reading the Belonging duet. You are now one of my favorite authors! The book were well written, full of realistic emotions and dialogue that could warms anyone’s heart. I’m excited to read your 3rd book to learn about Natalie and Liam. Would you be writing about Mark and Ashton too? Are we going to know more of Gretchen. Thank you for entertaining us well with your books. Kudos to your hard work and my admiration how you can juggle being a mother, wife, and a writer. God bless you!
Corinne Michaels says
Thank you so much! I’m so happy you enjoyed Beloved and Beholden. Mark will get his own book called Converge and Ashton is slotted as well. Gretchen I’m not sure, I love her but I need to see if she has a story itching to come out. Thank you so much again for reaching out.