One heart cannot remember. Another heart cannot forget. Both hearts reach toward something to grasp. For Sarah, it is her past. For Will, it is to bring that past back. The only thing standing squarely in their way — is their future. Each has promised their heart and life to another. But where happiness should be, instead are the dark billowing clouds of a storm of reckoning. The thunder of regret splits a horizon now raining down upon them in shards of shattered promises and unreachable memories.
In Book One of this three-part saga, fate seemed it would not be denied, bringing Sarah and Will together in a turbulent world, uniting young hearts for the right reason: love. But — almost as if it has eyes — fate sees to it that no love that is meant to be is allowed to be, without it being tested to the passionate edges of chance.
Accidents. Small ones are remembered and retold with a laugh. Useful ones are celebrated. But shattering ones — those are the ones that slip from the fingers of fate. The kinds that are followed by silence as it roars the sound of life changing. And it is this pounding drone that Sarah and Will — once inseparable — now hear when they listen to their hearts.
After her accident, Sarah awakens in a hospital room and into a very different life. Will, accidentally buried by heavy timber when he heroically saves a fellow worker, is also delivered into his own unforeseen, disoriented new life. Destiny’s dust never settles.
And nothing is clear when doubts appear. Sarah is betrothed to Adley, while Will is engaged to Margaret, yet both are still connected to each other by an indescribable draw seemingly groping out from the deepest reaches of fate. A fate that deliberately leaves the door of temptation cracked open, giving Will a yearning peek at the naked truth of Sarah, who reaches out with the same tortured passions. A fate that leaves both to fight the desperate desires of wanting what each knows they cannot have. A fate that dares them to ask, “What will happen if I finally feel you?”
5 star review!
**ARC provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.**
In 2013 I read a little book by Jacelyn Rye that absolutely murdered my poor heart. Surrender To Fate completely blew my mind and now I’ve had the chance to read the sequel and I am beyond impressed. Not only has Jacelyn grown as an author, but I am pretty sure these books are going to send me into cardiac arrest. The connection between Sarah and Will sparks all of these emotions in me and I had tears in my eyes for the entire book. I didn’t cry a river this time, but I fell so deep into the story that I don’t think I ever want to leave.
After the cliffhanger in Surrender To Fate, I was practically shaking with the need to find out what happens next. I was somewhat relieved and shocked when the outcomes of those two devastating events were revealed. I did not expect the story that followed.
Have I mentioned how much I love Will and Sarah? Well, I do. There were some points in the book though where I wanted to physically put my fist through the iPad screen and punch Will in the face. My life will be so much easier when he ditches Margaret. That girl starts some serious anger within me that needs to be let out. I am scared and apprehensive for what will happen next.
Guilt surged again as she realized that if Will was the rainstorm, it might be worth getting caught in it, even though she knew she was completely unprepared for it.
This book just goes to show that Jacelyn loves her cliffhangers. I am in serious need of reading the third and final book in the series, Chosen By Fate. I believe that Fate needs to work in favour of Sarah and Will or I may just give up on humanity. I know that once this series is over, I will never be the same again.
I’m just going ahead and recommending this book to everyone because it is honestly amazing. I was worried about reading a series set back in the past, in a time that I couldn’t relate to, when I first started Surrender To Fate but I wouldn’t ever go back. The characters, emotions and events all feel real while you’re reading and I am astounded by Jacelyn’s ability to draw you in. Once you start reading these books, you won’t want to stop.
He carried her into her room, but paused to use his foot to swing the door closed behind them. He gently laid her on the bed, pulled his arms from under her, and kneeled onto the bed. As he brought his body directly over Sarah’s, she looked up at him, both of their eyes pleading with the other for permission.
No words would come. The emotion flooding her body now was something completely new, yet so unbelievably familiar. It was as if she were under a spell. A wonderful, scary spell. She reached up to his shoulders and ran her hands to the back of his head. She gently weaved her fingers into his hair. Her robe opened slightly with the movement of her arms. It was time. Time to surrender.
He moved slowly toward her and stopped just above her waiting mouth. “Sarah,” he whispered, so quietly that she barely heard. “I’ve dreamt of this for so long. Please tell me I’m not dreaming, now.”
She ran her hands through his hair again, and shook her head. “Maybe, it is all a dream. If it is, I don’t want to wake up. Please,” she said, as tears filled her eyes, “please, kiss me.”
About the Author:
Jacelyn Rye is many things. She can be as alluring as the love that flows from her pen: pure, honest, simple. But then, like a storm that suddenly appears over the mountain, she can also have you running for shelter where there’s no place to hide. Like life, itself, Jacelyn delivers the hard with the soft, the pain with the joy, the instant with the forever. All of it, for a reason. And it’s there that one can best enter her life.
“I believe in signs, I believe everything happens for a reason,” she’ll tell you. If you know someone like that, you already know a primal piece of Jacelyn — a person who actually listens to the Universe because there, she knows she’ll find more than answers, she’ll find reasons. And those reasons give her insights about nature, and human nature, both of which she invites us to explore with her.
Growing up in the blue sky country of Colorado doesn’t leave an impression, it becomes a lifeblood. For Jacelyn, the clarity of that truth flows through her stories, her characters and her inherent spirituality that somehow knows faith, in the end, triumphs over despair.
Through her storytelling — firmly stimulated by that early country life that taught her to always be prepared when venturing forth — Jacelyn’s uncanny ability to “see” what could happen takes readers into a crystal ball where the future’s many possible outcomes await in a swirl of incandescence, right down to the details of smell, touch, fear, love.
Because life also presents its possibilities in dreams, Jacelyn holds dear that open door. “My dreams mean a lot to me. I listen to them, solve problems in them, learn from them,” she confides. It figures, then, that when you read her stories, you’d best get ready for a trip with an original dream weaver.
And then, there’s serendipity. To know Jacelyn is to accept a dance with chance. She accepted one such chance when she moved from her beloved Colorado to an unknown life awaiting her in Southern California, where she lives today. “I knew another beautiful world was out there. I was ready for adventure,” she says, with the confidence that proves her faith is more than just words. “I moved from Colorado as soon as I graduated from college, thanks to a great job offer. The night after I received my job offer, I saw a commercial that said, ‘California, find yourself here.’ In that moment, I stopped debating the move and took it as a sign that my adventure would be found in California.”
As Jacelyn does so well, she shares those adventures in her writing. In her first book series, you’ll find Jacelyn’s experiences of this major life change play out in Sarah, who also moves from Colorado to California. “What I’ve seen and felt enable me to write realistically about how a Colorado mountain girl feels about living in California.”
In the quiet mornings, you’ll find Jacelyn savoring her coffee, outside. To her, it’s all about listening, breathing in, appreciating being here for another day. And of course, there’s time spent in the mountains, fishing, wading in creeks with the people she loves. Curiously, this girl who comes from the mile-high mountains, still fears the miles-deep ocean she frequently visits, but only to sink her toes in the hot sand and watch, in awe and respect, the thundering surf.
On any given day, be it in the mountains, at the beach, or on her terrace, Jacelyn is dreaming and writing, her way of sharing something meaningful with those who come to know her.
One thing is for sure, wherever she goes, wherever she’s been, Jacelyn is aware and thankful for the gifts around her. Indeed, although she does not get back to Colorado that often, she’s there in spirit, and in absolute detail, in a moment’s call. “The smells, the sound aspen leaves make when the wind asks them to dance, how tall pines gently sway back and forth against a backdrop of the bluest blue I’ve ever known.” That’s someone who takes it all in, who takes it all with her, and who offers it to everyone who opens her books.