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Canadian Fiction Author Cynthia Boechler Haas, writer of the Angel Series.
Angel of Mercy:
When A Loved One Has Alzheimer’s – A Novel
Miranda Loyd is beautiful, intelligent, and compassionate. Her dream of becoming a mystery writer is put on hold as she pursues a relationship with a rugged Texan. When she leaves the ranch and returns home to Canada she makes a shocking discovery. Her beloved father is struggling through the ravages of Alzheimer’s disease.
Miranda puts aside her own sorrow and anguish as she valiantly battles to do right by her father. Along the way, she finds courage, hope, and an unlikely romance with her own Angel of Mercy.
A peek in the inside of this book:
She made her way up the winding staircase holding onto the wooden banister to control her shaking and to support her steps. Trembling, she moved chairs, night stands, and clothes before she could even open the door to her parents’ bedroom. Nothing, absolutely nothing in this world her mother could have told her, would have made her anticipate what she would find behind that door. The bed had been pushed to the center of the room, and the furniture had all, but vanished. All that remained was their fourposter bed that looked like it would easily weigh over three hundred pounds. It was massive. The towering mirrored headboard had been removed, and replaced with a stark wood panel inset.
In the very middle of the bed, he lay curled up in a ball, like a child’s toy floating in the middle of the sea. He lay lifeless, his graying hair disheveled. His arms were tucked in close to his body, as if in protection. He was in a restraint. Unlike a straight jacket that imprisoned the arms, this was more like a vest. His arms had total movement, and only the upper body was immobilized. This kept him from climbing out, and falling on the floor, yet allowed him to have freedom of movement. The vest, with long ties stretching down beneath the bed, tied him down like an animal, or a homicidal maniac. There was no furniture, except for one lone chair beside the bed.
The two bay windows, on either end of the room, were devoid of curtains. One pane of glass had been shattered, and was covered over with bare wood. She couldn’t stand it. She wanted to beat on the wall. She wanted to pummel it with her fists to fight this unseen madness. She went over to sit beside him on the chair. She wanted to reach out to him, yet was afraid of disturbing his sleep. She gazed with pity at the form on the bed. His face seemed to be at peace, oblivious to the havoc her mother said he had wreaked earlier.
It broke her heart to see the retired stockbroker reduced to this. He’d always been so athletic.
Angels Among Us: Taming The Wolf
This is the continuing saga of Mitch and Miranda. After the couple’s marriage in Toronto, they return to Saskatchewan to deal with a family crises. After consulting a Doctor in Regina, Miranda is diagnosed with Lupus. Mitch and Miranda settle in Summerberry Saskatchewan while Miranda deals with her illness. What surprises await them? You’ll have to wait to find out!
A Peek inside this book as well:
Days before she fought to stay awake out of fear that if she succumbed to that peaceful state, she may never awaken. This day all she wanted was peace of mind, a break from the pain and the continual agony of each day. At some point she did drift off to sleep. She was dreaming she was walking on her trail, a kerchief tied around her head. In herdream she looked as she looked now. Red and rashy, her hair thin and lacking. Her body emaciated and frail. In her dream she was once again looking for berries. There amongst the largest berries stood her grandma, Margaret Wallace, just a wisp of a woman.
She was as Miranda remembered fifteen years earlier. Miranda quickly ran to her, letting the older woman embrace her. As the older woman took her in her arms, as if by magic Miranda’s long, healthy auburn tresses appeared once again. Her full figure accentuated with curves. Her spirit bubbled with life and vitality. Miranda was at least a head taller than the other woman, remembering that her mother had gotten her height from Miranda’s grandfather, not her grandmother Margaret. Her grandmother was the picture of health now with her plump apple cheeks. Miranda knew she had suffered with cancer for a great number of years before finally being called home to heaven.
Pulling back slightly from the embrace, Miranda was drawn into the older woman’s eyes—the shiny, crystal sapphire eyes of a child’s doll. Forgetting all else Miranda pleaded, “Take me with you.”
“It is not your time. You have much left to do.”
“I’m sick and tired. Please grandma, please take me with you,” she begged in between sobs.
Her grandmother looked deeply into her eyes, as if she could see into the very depths of Miranda’s heart and soul. “Is not your life worth fighting for? If not for yourself Miranda, remember Mitch and the child need you.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore.” As Miranda felt herself being pulled gently away from her grandmother, she heard the old woman chuckle, a merry giggle really. “Such silly talk, you’ll be all right little one. Just remember if you give it all you’ve got, everything will work out.” It was the laugh she remembered so well. It brought back pleasant memories. In the blink of an eye, a movie screen played out before her, and in the background a voice sang the words, “Angels among us, sent down to us from somewhere up above.”
On Angels Wings
As Mitch and Miranda continue their stay at the farm in Summerberry. They revel in the fact that Miranda’s illness is in remission. Yet even before they can catch their next breath another exciting event takes place, to send their lives into joyous upheavel.
Here is a peek inside this book as well!
“You know darn well that was not what I meant,” he grumbled. “Fine! We’ll go shopping. Just don’t give birth to our children in the store!”
Little did he know how close they might come to doing just that!
He hated shopping, but if he didn’t go along with her fool idea, he knew she would do exactly as she said earlier—leave him at home and come back, and it would not be a fast trip. He never saw anyone pick up something, examine it, put it in the cart, and then change her mind and look at something different or something the same in a different color as much as she did.
He had just about had it when, after two hours, they finally made it to the checkout with three carts in tow, filled to the brink with blankets, sheets, toys, and diapers, plus two of everything else she had spied. In the last cart was the rocking chair, which was in a box waiting to be assembled. Why did everything come in itsy-bitsy pieces in a box? He wasn’t really paying much attention as he started unloading the second cart behind her. He felt his stomach growling and hoped she would want to stop at Red Lobster again. That would be fine with him.
“Oh, my gosh!” Miranda exclaimed, looking down between her legs. Bent over as she grabbed her abdomen, she turned to get Mitch’s attention. “Mitch!” she said louder this time. “My water just broke!”
“What do you mean your water just broke!” he asked stunned. “Are you having contractions? Why are you hunched over like that? Why aren’t you standing straight?”
“Well I would stand straight, but I can’t. It feels like there is something between my legs!”
“Lady,” he said, looking over at the cashier and up at the blue number, “I hate to tell you this, but we need a cleanup on aisle five, and we’ll have to leave our carts right here. My wife is having a baby, oh, make that…………………………