Finding Hope for Tomorrow by Kathryn M. Crane
on April 26, 2016
Genres: Clean, Romance
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very person’s life tells a story.
Some are uncomplicated, straightforward, and easy. Things fall into place with a simplicity that boggles the mind.
Others twist and turn, and every day is centered on fighting and scraping, yet never finding victory.
And then there are those who gain an inch only to be knocked back a foot. They love. They fight. They stumble. They fall. But through it all, they stagger to their feet, step back on life’s path, and push through until they win. For these people, happiness is not an illusion. It’s a truth, a promise, worth any effort, any scars, but just out of arm’s reach. It stands at the end of the path, taunting and teasing, tempting them to take one more blow.
And in the end, the battles make victory sweeter. More valued. More precious than ever imagined. More than any one person could hope.
This is Liam’s story.
Loyal, protective, shoulders stronger than Atlas'.
Broken, worn, battered.
Win or lose, he’s ready to fight for what tomorrow brings.
Life. Love. Healing. Hope.
I’ve been waiting for a long time for Liam’s story and it’s finally here! We were first introduced to Liam in Searching for Tomorrow, one of my most favorite books ever! Wrynn and Liam are twins who both suffer the horrible loss of Wrynn’s husband Tripp. Liam is right there helping his sister grieve and helping to raise his nieces. This story picks up somewhere in the middle of Searching for Tomorrow running almost tandem but in Liam’s POV.I was excited for Liam’s story mostly because Kathryn McNeill Crane is this fantastic author who sucked me in with her beautiful, touching, heartfelt characters in the first book. Liam was so sweet, so kind, so loving. He was just everything you could ever want. You couldn’t help but want a happily ever after for him. Especially knowing that he had suffered his own failed relationship. He spends the better part of his life working and helping his family. You really can’t help but want the best for the guy.One of the many great things about Kathryn’s writing is that it’s wholesome, it makes you feel good. You’ll want to snuggle up with a blanket and warm drink when you read her stories. You get a great sense of the type of person she must be by her writing style. It’s comfortable, grounded, built on family love, respect, morals, and faith. Her characters don’t just deal with real life obstacles, they also face moral ones. Is this a clean romance? It absolutely is but because the writing is so good you won’t even realize it, or miss it. It’s a nice break from the romance I usually read.Liam’s journey in Finding Hope for Tomorrow is an interesting one. He’s definitely lost himself in work, grief of losing his best friend and brother in-law, helping to take care of his sister and nieces, that he doesn’t really have time or take the time for what he wants. So when he meets Elizabeth, I think it’s a real wake up call for him. The story takes you through his realization that there’s more to life and maybe he’s missing out just a bit on what’s truly important.There is a bit of mystery in this story. I wish that part had been developed just a tad bit more. I would have liked more background that lead up to the climax. But it doesn’t detract from the overall story of life, love, healing, hope. There’s closure on every point and I think the reader will be happy with Liam’s story.*A copy of this book was kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review*
Annie’s eyes widened and filled with shame. Her lower lip trembled as she whispered her apology. “Sorry, Uncle Liam. That wasn’t very nice of me.” Her body curled into itself, and she grew smaller right before his eyes. Tears slipped down her cheeks as her tiny voice cracked. “Daddy wouldn’t be very proud of me, would he?”“Aww, honey.” His heart melted. That her first thought was of what her father’s reaction might be didn’t surprise him. He longed for the day when she would accept that Tripp wasn’t coming back to them.Though she tried to be strong for her younger sisters, the burden was too heavy for Annie to carry. Like her mother, she still struggled fiercely with her dad’s death. As the oldest of the three girls, her father’s memory whirled through her mind on constant repeat. Even though more than two years had passed, she sometimes waited beside the door, hoping Tripp would walk through and sweep her up in his arms. More than once, Liam had caught her carrying on a conversation with her dad, reminiscing about the time they’d spent together. The past Christmas had hit her hard, and her uncle had spent most of the day with her tiny body snuggled on his lap, attempting to soothe her and encouraging her to enjoy the day.No child should need coaxing to open her gifts.He leaned down and tipped her chin up, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “Baby girl, if your daddy were here, there wouldn’t be enough room to hold the pride he’d have for you.” The sight of her glistening eyes and wet face slammed against his heart. Pain shot through him, and a single tear traced a path down his cheek. His voice cracked under the weight of his grief. “He would see you growing up, being such a good big sister, and helping your momma all the time.” He thumbed the tear from his ruddy cheek, lifted her off the floor, and carried her to the couch.“And he would snatch you right up and tell you just how proud he is of you, how much he loves you.” His arms tightened around her, trying to calm her shuddering sobs. “I know I’m not him, and I never will be, but I love you, and I’m so proud of you. You’re such an amazing little girl.” He chuckled quietly and tickled her side. “Or maybe not such a little girl, as I’ve been recently reminded.”His joking words produced the result he wanted. Blinking her eyes at a rapid pace, she looked up at him and cracked a small smile.“Thanks, Uncle Liam.” She settled back against his chest, her words coming out in choppy huffs. “I really am sorry I was mean to you. I just miss him so much.” Her breath hitched, and her petite body melted against him.“Oh, sweetheart, I know you didn’t mean it.” He brushed a kiss on the top of her head. “And just remember, there’s nothing wrong with being sad or missing your daddy. We all miss him, every single day.”He may not be their dad, but he loved those girls more than life, and his primary goal was to ensure their happiness and wellbeing.Liam squeezed her close as his eyes drifted to the kitchen doorway. Wrynn leaned against the doorframe and mouthed thank you. Her mahogany hair was tangled and unkempt. Stains dotted her sweatshirt. Liam wouldn’t be surprised if those were the same clothes she’d slept in the night before. What he wouldn’t give to see her happy and carefree again. Because grief had a way of aging a person, she looked much older than their twenty-eight years. Her pale face flushed as she wept.Glad I have Wrynn’s girls to fill the empty. Don’t know what I’d do without them.His thought made him grimace. He tried not to dwell on his lack of family, but at times, when he was with Wrynn and his nieces, it became harder to fight back the desire to have his own. He often wondered if he was meant to live his life alone because he’d yet to meet the right woman he wanted to share in his life, his love, his family.“Okay, guys and dolls, let’s eat.” His sister’s hoarse voice broke through his musings.He wrapped Annie in one arm, grabbed six-year-old Bekah in the other, and turned sideways on the couch to help Maggie climb on his back. Satisfied all three were safe and secure, he stood to his feet and lurched toward the kitchen with giant, fumbling steps. Giggles rang out around him. He placed Annie and Bekah in their chairs, then leaned forward and flipped Maggie over his shoulder. Lifting her above his head, he nibbled on her toes. As her laughter increased, he blew raspberries on her belly before sitting her down and strapping her in her booster seat.
Some people are blessed to find that one certain person who completes them. Wrynn’s yesterdays were what others only dream of having. She and Tripp were the best of friends before they even thought about love. They had the fairy tale life where ‘like’ turns into ‘love’, and ‘love’ becomes ‘happily ever after’…What happens when life conspires against you, and snatches your soul mate from your arms?
… Only her forever love ended much too soon.
Broken beyond her own ability to repair, Wrynn boxes up her grief and attempts to raise her three girls the best she can on her own. As time slowly passes, Wrynn relives her life with Tripp while struggling most days to get out of bed. She is reminded of him at every turn.
How do you set your grief and anguish aside? How do you pick up the shattered pieces, put those pieces back together again, and try to move on?
Wrynn tries to find the joy in life every single day through her daughters, family, and friends. Her twin brother Liam has dedicated himself to helping Wrynn put her life back together after losing his own love. On the other hand, her mother-in-law lives to torment her at every turn. Wrynn can’t even find a chance to breathe, much less a desire to somehow search for her tomorrow.