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Released: May 2016
ISBN: 9781310101458
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Author: Elizabeth Delisi
Length: Novel
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Price: $3.99

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When Marie Kenning witnesses the kidnapping of a child, she relives the horror of the death of her own child and husband.

Officer Chris Whitley takes on the case—and an interest in Marie—but evidence quickly indicates the child is dead.

Days later, Marie stumbles across the kidnapper and his very-much-alive victim. Unable to convince the man she loves of the truth, Marie sets out alone on a dangerous cross-country mission to save the child.

October, 1982

Marie Kenning hummed, her eyes half closed as her husband, John, maneuvered the car along the damp, curving road. The sun was setting. The headlights made little impact in the fog and swirling leaves, but the melancholy October weather didn’t dim her spirits in the least. Marie was six months pregnant; she and John were on their way to their first childbirth class.

“What are you humming, honey?” John asked. “Sure sounds pretty.”

“‘Brahms’ Lullaby,’” Marie said. “My mother sang it to me every night, and now I’m singing it to our baby.”

John laughed. “Don’t you think it’s a little early for lullabies? You’re not due for almost three months. Or are you just getting in some practice?”

“Actually, it’s not too early at all, I read an article saying that babies recognize music played to them before they were born. So I’m giving our child a head start.” She patted her stomach. “Maybe he’ll grow up to be a musician.”

John covered her hand with his. “Maybe he will. But he’s already the luckiest baby in the world to have you for a mother.”

“Or could it be a girl?” Marie teased, closing her eyes again. She was impatient to hold their baby, boy or girl, in her arms. Even more, she couldn’t wait to see John cradle the child, protecting it as he’d always protected her.

Her pleasant train of thought was broken when John jerked his hand away from hers. “What the…?” he muttered.

Marie’s eyes flew open, and she stared out the windshield. A pair of headlights, set on blinding high beams, came straight at them. “Look out!” she gasped, jamming her right foot against the passenger side floor and grabbing the armrest on the door.

John jerked the car to the right and slammed his foot down on the brake pedal. The car spun on the wet, leaf-strewn road, twisting from side to side. He struggled to regain control.

Time diminished to a crawl. Marie watched everything in bizarre slow motion—the merciless headlights bearing down on them, John’s contorted features as he wrestled with the steering wheel, the deafening impact, the flying glass. The howl of tortured metal and squealing rubber was unbearable. Marie blacked out.

When she regained consciousness, it was silent—ominously silent. How much time had passed? Marie felt warm blood trickling down her face, but she didn’t have any pain—yet. She turned her head slowly to look at John. His head hung low, his eyes closed. A thin stream of blood, black in the waning light, ran down his right temple. The steering wheel, pressed against his chest, and the shoulder belt appeared to be the only things holding him upright. His hair and clothing were coated with pebbles of broken safety glass that glittered in the fading light of dusk. Panic gripped her at the sight of his pale, still face. How long had she been out?

Marie whispered, her voice trembling, “John? Honey, are you all right? Can you hear me?”

He didn’t answer.

She reached out to touch him, but a sudden sharp pain in her left side, just under her shoulder belt, stopped her. Releasing the buckle, she probed the tender area. Pain blossomed again. Her dazed senses told her she probably had a broken rib.

Moving with care, Marie touched John’s arm. He didn’t respond, gave no sign of life. She couldn’t tell if he was breathing. Frightened, she pushed him harder. He slumped away from her in the seat like a rag doll. His head hit the side window with a loud crack.

“John!” she cried. “Wake up!” She shook his arm.

A fierce new pain slashed across her abdomen. It lasted only a few seconds, but it left her gasping for breath and covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Although this was her first pregnancy, Marie instinctively knew she had just felt a labor contraction.

“My God,” she moaned, tears sliding down her cheeks. “What am I going to do? I can’t lose John—I can’t live without him. And I can’t lose our baby! What am I going to do?”

In the distance Marie heard the wail of an approaching siren. Clutching John’s sleeve as though her grip alone could keep him with her, she closed her eyes and prayed, willing her husband and her baby to hold on.

Top Reviews

No brakes allowed on this ride! Since All Is Passing has you going at full throttle with no sign of slowing down. So much happens in the first few pages and chapters: accidents, death, and kidnappings. "Oh, my!" I devoured this book, and I'm chomping at the bits to read more from Elizabeth Delisi. Even though the story deals with heavy topics such as, death, grief, kidnapping, being a victim, etc., Ms. Delisi adds little touches of humor that jump out and surprise you. The humor lightens what could be a very dark and grim story . . . Since All Is Passing will delight those who love a smidgen of romance with their fast-paced, suspenseful thrillers! ~ Rose Milligan, Books and Benches blog

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Oh this had my attention right at the beginning of the book. As a lot of followers, authors and friends know, I ADORE a book that grabs my attention right away, I hate struggling until it all goes together, this one was INSTANT and I mean, right away . . . It was really thrilling . . . I thought the ending was good, the way it all come together was superb and I didn't hesitate one bit in wanting to get to the bottom of what had happened . . . I enjoyed this and I am glad the author allowed me to read it. I am looking forward to reading more from her. ~ read-along-with-sue, Amazon

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The brilliance of this author was evident in this short novel. Normally it would have been a longer book to get this level of drama and suspense but she was able to do it in less than 200 kindle pages and it was done in a well written and consistent way. Every word on these pages had a meaning and purpose. I never once felt like she was using fillers to segment into the next scene, it was all purpose driven and done so smoothly I found it hard to even put the book down . . . What I loved most about this book was it came across as realistic. I could see myself in Marie’s shoes, never losing that motherly need to protect the young and innocent. Persky was a natural at being evil. He wasn’t over the top sensational for purpose of selling the book, what he was guilty of was something that we could read in every newspaper around the country. I walked away with the message that we should never rule out the courage and power we have inside when pushed against the wall. Also healing comes from many different things. I am sure Marie never thought that watching Rebecca would one day help to heal her soul and bring love back into her life. If I had been a friend of Marie’s I would have tried to get her to stop living in the past long before the day of the kidnapping, but in her own way, her grieving process turned out to be the exact thing that would change a tiny part of the world. Great job to the author, I will certainly be looking for more of her work in the future and this story will stay with me for a very long time. ~ T London, Amazon



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