romantic thriller novel

Betrayal: The Impostor⎈

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by Sarah K. Grundy

The scars left by the worst kind of betrayal are seen in a loss of your ability to trust yourself. You no longer know truth from lies, fact from fiction, or good from bad. It has been stolen from you. If you can find a way to forgive yourself, you may be able to return the pain that was never yours, take back your love and rebuild.

The betrayer is an impostor. They portray those meant to be in your life. The design of an impostor is to enter at your most powerful points, while caressing your weakest. Your humanity, love, tenderness, innocence, pleasure points, your keen feminine and masculine senses all become a gateway for the impostor.

When deception cuts this deep, it can take everything from you and all you have left is revenge.

This is not a story about happy endings.

⎈S A L T, the novel underway by Sarah K. Grundy

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𓆸A return to softness𓆸

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by Sarah K. Grundy

Remembering the ways she was soft haunt her in both her waking and resting hours. Her gentle nature could be felt like a dew drop on a morning lotus. When she was still alive, with a heart beat, a belief in something good, her breath, which is now replaced with grief, moved mountains. She would do anything if she could only still feel, love, or trust again. There was an unstoppable hope inside of her light before.

While moving swiftly forward with a renewed gait born of her own resilience, an avalanche fell in front of her trapping her in a stand still. She collapsed to the ground with no choice left, but to be soft. To be vulnerable. To embrace her new softness, a forever wounded and broken heart.

This is not a story about happy endings.

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Footprints𓂀

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by Sarah K. Grundy

Some run away from their guilt, like some run from the truth. They shed their conscience until there’s no conscience left at all. Regardless, guilt will remain a powerful affliction and truth will find its way to the surface. Truth needs no acknowledgment to live, breathe and triumph. Guilt needs no invitation to weave a web not soon forgotten. You can try to turn your back on guilt and truth, but that’s when the shadows sneak up on you from behind and eat you alive. 

A trail of footprints behind the guilty is the lantern truth will use to deliver its vengeance. Revenge holds no power over the vengeance of truth. Even if that truth has been hidden, or ignored for a very long time. When the truth finds you, hold on tight. It is here to set you free.

There are truth’s not easy to admit knowing and guilt that’s easier to feed on than feel remorse.

As Hamlet said to Ophelia, ”god has given you one face and you make yourselves another. The battle between these two halves of identity, who we are, and who we pretend to be, is unwinnable." Just as there are two sides to every story, there are two sides to every person. One that we reveal to the world and another we keep hidden inside. A duality governed by the balance of darkness, and light. Within each of us is the capacity for both good and evil. But, those who are able to blur the moral dividing line have the power to harm you and they will enjoy it.

For the innocent, the truth may hold a reward, but for the guilty, it’s only a matter of time before the truth delivers what they truly deserve.

This is not a story about happy endings.

Read S A L T, Chapter 1, romantic thriller novel underway amidst real life events.

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Wounded Warriors⎈

“When we honor both our darkness, and our light, it puts a sort of shield around us. You are still soft as petals sisters, even when you embrace your fiercest warrior self.” - Sarah

“When we honor both our darkness, and our light, it puts a sort of shield around us. You are still soft as petals sisters, even when you embrace your fiercest warrior self.” - Sarah

by Sarah K. Grundy

“Give me a wounded warrior and I’m falling all over the floor,“ said my past self.

There’s been this conversation with myself lately. It starts like this, “Sarah, be fair to yourself, you held this man, and this man only, close to your heart for 7 years of your life.”

The road to forgiving myself feels heavy at times, and other times, like I’m a true warrior on a chariot with my sword full of flames as I burn the hope I had for this mystical bond. Hope lost stings hotter than the loss of the person. We’re all craving to see more humanity and when that dies in your most intimate connections, it’s painful.

The signs were always there - a fakeness, he would be more than willing to perpetuate - a woundedness he would steal to heal and the lack of ability to be vulnerable. But, we love. That’s just what we do, we love and they know. I wanted him to heal as much as I wanted me to heal. He knew that and used it as a gateway to take what was mine to give.

“Give me a wounded warrior and I’m falling all over the floor,“ said my past self.

I could go quietly and watch idly by as other women are violated in this same way. I could go quietly and not speak of what I know, as to not ruffle my soft petals with sharp blades.

I could go quietly.

I could lie to myself and say, I didn’t want him to prove to me he was different. “Show me that not every single last island man on the planet is like this - lies, cheats, steals from the divine, spreading it all over town, with no remorse on the horizon. Show me you are different than those other vampires.”

I could lie.

I could make excuses, or be afraid to call out that part for fear of sounding crazy. I could say, I did not defend him to myself, to close friends and family. I could say, I had lessons to learn, or some sort of left over wounds to heal, or maybe a soul journey to travel with this man.

I could make excuses.

But, the truth in my heart says, he worked very hard to win me over for his ego, for his jar of hearts, and he did. He entered as an impostor does, with lies.

The truth will set your heart free.

I could make myself feel better and say, “I was writing a book and so I wasn’t paying attention - maybe it was the drama feeding the romantic thriller that I liked. He had cancer, I was battling my health and my daughters, he would not put me, her, or himself at risk that way. I was island hopping, soul searching, focusing on myself, healing, raising twins, he’s healing his soul, he’s in training for his cycling…”

I could make myself feel better.

I could lie too.

Lying is not a special quality, like telling the truth is, but when the sun sets, and darkness shines its light on the moon, it’s just me with me to face. My vision has to get brighter. My eyes wider. My everything higher - even amidst a deeply transformative healing phase, when things just move a little slower.

Elevate. Never. To. Be. Lowered. Again.

“Do not give me a wounded warrior who will steal my might to heal his battle cries. I’m not here to fall all over the floor,“ says my present self.

**disclosure: I’m a romantic, a fiction writer and a deeply feeling dramatic, writing from the heart, but Broken is not Bad. Meanwhile neither is Truth and being broken does not give anyone a pass to violate others. No matter what the truth looks like - it gives us all wings and sets our hearts free. We are all Wounded and Healing together. Not everyone will take advantage of that love and that process, but more than we may think will try.

Love one another.

Listen to your heart, but also that beating instinct deep within.

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♒︎ The Ocean teaches us Love♒︎

“Something broken inside her moved the waves. If she spoke of it, the power would vanish. And I just think it’s magical the way love refuses to be captured.” -Sarah

“Something broken inside her moved the waves. If she spoke of it, the power would vanish. And I just think it’s magical the way love refuses to be captured.” -Sarah

by Sarah K. Grundy

The ocean teaches us about love.
Breath and life pour into us without hesitation the instant we reach where the sea meets the shoreline.
The waves kiss our toes sending a chill up our spine,
while extracting the pain from our wounds.
The sea hears us,
with a drenched, longing soul,
and wants to know all of our secrets.
Just when we begin to embrace
the rush that comes from
the ancient, salty medicine
penetrating our DNA,
ride the rhythm of the tides,
the waves splash through us,
cleansing us of unwanted ties.
If we’re lucky enough
to make it back to shore,
the faint whispers heard in a language all their own won’t soon be forgotten...

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The Ocean teaches us Love♒︎

by Sarah K. Grundy

The ocean teaches us about love.

Breath and life pour into us without hesitation the instant we reach where the sea meets the shoreline.
The waves kiss our toes sending a chill up our spine, while extracting the pain from our wounds.
The sea hears us with a drenched, longing soul and wants to know all of our secrets.
Just when we begin to embrace the rush that comes from the ancient, salty medicine penetrating our DNA, ride the rhythm of the tides, the waves splash through us, cleansing us of unwanted ties.
If we’re lucky enough to make it back to shore, the faint whispers heard in a language all their own won’t soon be forgotten and before you know it, you’ll be back at sea again.

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Phantoms in the Opera⎈

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by Sarah K. Grundy

I see you peeking at me through my window,  wondering if the light you see in me is real. A storm started at sea, placed me in proximity, to see why in shadows you hide. 

You took what was mine to give with your lies, and didn’t know true love shatters fake love, or that it’s in your heart the true distortion lies.

Words whispered through prison bars lose their charm. It’s over now, the music of the night.

Trust is a difficult thing, but trusting your heart is the riskiest path of all. In the end, the only person we can truly trust is ourselves, and when that is stolen from us, all that’s left is revenge.

This is not a story about happy endings.

⎈S A L T, the novel underway by Sarah K. Grundy

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mortal vindication: naked on cashmere

“You feel right to me she said, like naked on cashmere.”  Atticus Poetry

“You feel right to me she said, like naked on cashmere.” Atticus Poetry

Sometimes love sinks in so deep, we can’t explain it, but we’re drawn to it and when it becomes betrayal you have two options, forgiveness, or mortal vindication.

This is not a story about happy endings.

⎈S A L T, the novel underway by Sarah K. Grundy

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