Saturday, July 26, 2014

Just Over the Horizon by Susan Rush

Back Cover Blurb:
Can one small box mend a grieving heart?
 
While grieving the death of her eccentric nana, Sarah discovers an unexpected gift. She soon grows dependent on the heirloom, a little box, for comfort and guidance. Feeling restless and needing a change, Sarah accepts a job as a traveling hospice nurse and ends up in the quaint, historical town of Camden, South Carolina. Although she loves caring for her patients, loneliness creeps in and threatens to take root. Eventually she opens herself to new friendships, and two remarkable yet vastly differing men compete for her attention. Nate is a true Southerner with a sarcastic wit and genuine warmth, while Dr. Joseph Thornton is a caring oncologist who is known as the best catch in the state.

Facing heart-wrenching trials, the faith of her childhood is all but shattered. In spite of this, Sarah seeks comfort from her box and is determined to cling to Nana’s godly legacy. But when a mysterious stranger appears with devastating news, can her cherished box continue to provide answers or will Sarah realize her life has been based on nothing but lies?


Read an Excerpt:

Sarah gripped the steering wheel as she leaned forward, straining to see out the windshield. Steady, rhythmic rain pelted down, making it impossible to concentrate. She hated being late more than she hated her allergy to cats. She’d have to slow down if she was going to make sense of the scribbled directions. Why did people live in places unknown to GPSs? She shook her head as her patience wore thin. How many soybean fields can South Carolina possibly have? She looked at her watch and grew more agitated. She was scheduled to admit a patient in Rembert at four-thirty. It was already four-thirty-five.

It had been a long time since she’d driven through the country. On a clear day she would have enjoyed the rural setting with vast farmlands occasionally interrupted by a rolling pasture sprinkled with dairy cattle. But not today; her supervisor hadn’t even given her time to unpack before rushing her out to see a new patient. Sarah sighed in relief when she spotted the narrow road hidden between a pair of weeping willows. Their gloomy branches spilled over the drive like long, arthritic fingers. Sarah turned her fuel-efficient coupe in and came to a rolling stop. Why had she not invested in a four-wheel drive?

Staring down the deserted road, she imagined that on a sunny day it would be picturesque with the stately oak trees and towering pines framing the passage. But as clouds hovered lower and the skies grew more ominous, Sarah shivered and willed her heart to slow down. Determined to reach her destination, she forged ahead only to discover the country road quickly became a gravel drive. Within a few hundred yards the gravel disappeared, and before she realized it, it was merely a clay pathway. Sarah hesitated, wondering if she should push forward or give up and turn around.

As she prayed about what to do, the skies opened and released sheets of rain. The windshield became a gray wall. She didn’t have a choice; she had to stop and wait out the storm. A chill ran up her spine as lightning bolts flashed across the sky. A traveling hospice nurse? What was I thinking? Out in the boonies… no cell phone coverage, nobody to ask directions. I was an idiot to take this job. What was I thinking? Sarah’s self-reprimand was interrupted by a loud boom of thunder that shook the car.

She looked in her rearview mirror and was horrified to see a muddy creek running down the middle of the dirt drive. Her car began inching sideways. She locked her brakes but the car continued to slide. This is not good, so not good. Just as she started to panic, it eased into the bank and found a solid resting place. I am not going to have a meltdown. Her knuckles turned white as she squeezed the steering wheel and emphatically declared, “I refuse to have a meltdown.”

As Sarah consciously slowed her breathing, she leaned her head back on the headrest and let her mind drift to Nana, her amazingly eccentric grandmother who always knew just how to comfort her, how to quiet her nerves. Sarah turned and climbed into the backseat. She ripped the tape off of a moving box, reached in, pulled out several items and tossed them aside.

Sarah was searching for one special treasure. When she finally found it, she smiled in relief and placed it on her lap. Simply having it near comforted her. Wiping condensation from the window, Sarah looked out at the angry storm. Gusts of wind ravaged the trees, thrusting twigs and leaves onto the car. She caressed the top of the box as her eyes filled with tears. Lovingly, she traced the little painted strawberries on the box with her finger. Calm gradually settled, and a sense of nostalgia consumed her as she peeked under the lid.

Just as she reached in to retrieve the sacred contents, the rain eased off and became a light drizzle. Looking at her watch, she realized she was already thirty minutes late for the hospice admission. Sarah inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly, and then closed the top of her heirloom.



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About Susan:
Susan grew up in Charlotte, NC and has a psychology degree from Furman University and masters in social work from the University of South Carolina. She jokes that God didn't lead her to a career in hospice; He took her kicking and screaming the whole way. Now passionate about end-of-life care, she loves providing care and counseling for those who are writing the final chapters of their life story. Her debut novel, Just Over the Horizon, chronicles the faith journey of a hospice nurse and is a heart-warming story of grace and redemption that teaches us how to embrace life fully while never losing sight of our eternal home. She presently serves as a hospice director in Columbia, SC where she lives with her adorable hubby and three phenomenal children.

Connect with her here:
www.SusanDRush.com


Susan is giving away a copy of Just Over the Horizon. The giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.





Happy Reading!
Caroline Brown

















9 comments:

Diana Flowers said...

I would love to read Susan's book when recuping from surgery. Dr has postponed my date twice...maybe so I could enter and win this giveaway. lol Actually I have been in Camden many times as I live in SC. So this book is right up my alley. Thx so much for giveaway opportunity!

dianalflowers(at)aol(dot)com

Anonymous said...

Would love a chance at your book. My MIL is a hospice volunteer & touches many lives with her skills of caring & volunteering.

mandn(at)wisper(dash)wireless(dot)com

Jackie McNutt said...

I would love to read your book.
I believe hospice workers are God's hands and feet on earth. They have touched my life in more ways than I could ever say except to say I have been Blessed.
mcnuttjem0(at)gmail(dot)com

Boos Mum said...

This sounds like a good story. A new author for me.

sweetdarknectar at gmail dot com

sm said...

Sounds like you are a nurse and this book is based on some of your experiences. I'd love to win it. sharon wileygreen1ATyahooDOTcom

Anonymous said...

would love this! mandn(at)wisper(dash)wireless.com

cjajsmommy said...

I would like to read this book. cjajsmommy (at) gmail (dot) com
Deb R.

Anonymous said...

Susan, Love the excerpt. Can't wail to read "Just over the Horizon"

Joyce Guard
guardje13@hotmail.com

Anonymous said...

Susan, Love the excerpt. Can't wail to read "Just over the Horizon"

Joyce Guard
guardje13@hotmail.com

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