Winters' Snow

by Carrie Hope Fletcher

Genres: Women's Fiction

Synopsis

An exclusive On the Other Side novella featuring the characters Vincent Winters and Evie Snow Prove yourself worthy. Prove yourself true. Fight like you didn't and she'll come to you. Evie Snow was the love of Vincent Winters' life, and of every lifetime he would ever live, but they didn't get the ending they wanted. He never stopped loving her though and he never, ever, forgot about her. Suddenly Vincent has the chance to right an old wrong and to finally prove himself worthy of Evie's love - he just needs to get to her first. As Vincent begins the journey of a lifetime, he learns more about love than he ever thought possible, and somehow, some way, he may also find his way back to the only woman he ever truly loved . . .

Release date: January 19, 2017

Publisher: Sphere

Print pages: 48

Sample

Vincent Winters was dead. Aged eighty-three he had keeled over after eating some questionable, possibly poisonous fruit from a tree his lost love had planted years before. The street Vincent now found himself on was one he’d not visited in a very long time but it was exactly as he remembered. All the houses stood unchanged. The cherry blossom trees that lined the kerb were lying almost flat against the pavement, in an impossible fight to stay upright in the strange gale that Vincent also found himself leaning into. The wind howled like a thousand wolves, drowning out any chance of calling for help, or hearing it should help even arrive. One moment he had been in Jim Summer’s garden and then, after just one bite of the forbidden fruit, he had suddenly found himself pushing against these ferocious winds. What made it a thousand times worse was that he knew exactly where he was and could see the place he’d wanted to go back to ever since the moment he’d last left it, all those years ago. At the end of the road was the apartment building where he’d spent the happiest days of his life – not a hundred yards away he could see Evie Snow’s balcony. His only wish was to get back to that apartment, that balcony, but fighting against the gale, with one foot unsteadily shuffling in front of the other, he was barely moving. Vincent didn’t know how long he’d been hunched forwards, his hands aching from holding his black coat tightly around his neck and his eyes streaming from the cold. It could have been for ever.

One thing Vincent did know was that he was younger. He felt it in his bones. He may have died at eighty-three but now his knees didn’t creak, his back didn’t ache and he still had all his teeth. He didn’t need a mirror to know his hair was black instead of grey because he could see it, long and shaggy, blowing about his face. He was twenty-eight once more, he was sure of it. Twenty-eight isn’t a special age for most. There are no special greeting cards for being a year closer to thirty. And yet twenty-eight had always been special to him because that was when he had met Evie.

Evie Snow had been the love of his life and every lifetime he would ever live, he believed – but they had never got the ending they wan. . .