Braving the Shore, “artfully woven with the unbreakable bonds of sisterly love and the infinite connection to the spiritual realm,” launches on June 1st as a paperback and an eBook.
Lauded as “inspiring” and “unforgettable,” the Pittsburgh-area author’s latest novel follows the story of sisters Chelsea and Jocelyn who get together to celebrate their 35th birthday and are immediately met with an event that upends their lives, teaching them to be brave and discover who they truly are.
About the Author: Cori Wamsley is not only an author, but also the CEO of Aurora Corialis Publishing, where she works with business owners who have a transformational story to share to create a legacy and be seen as an expert in their niche. She publishes men and women who have written adult nonfiction and memoir or children’s books, all with a big message.
From the Publisher: “Chelsea Beckett thinks she’s finally got her life together. Officially divorced for months, she’s settling into being a single mom to her adorable five-year-old and balancing running The Salty Cupcake Mermaid Bakery Café, her other pride and joy. Despite looking like a mirror image, Jocelyn Bloom couldn’t be more different than her twin Chelsea. Her popular travel blog turned into her own TV show, and she spends her days planning her next adventure. India, France, Chile, Germany . . .she’s touched the earth in many parts of the world, constantly running from one city to another, but always staying close with her sister.
When these two women reunite for their much anticipated celebration of their 35th birthday, though, an accident upends their worlds. Afterward, Chelsea must navigate memory loss as she struggles to regain her footing, while watching Jocelyn go through her own tough recovery. But Chelsea soon discovers that her life is more complicated than she thought, especially when unexpected sparks fly in the relationship department.
As her past surrounds her—and a mysterious friend shows up to give advice—she must determine how to continue on her life path . . . if she even wants to. Will Chelsea attempt to reignite an old flame? Or does she need to brave another shore to discover where she belongs?”
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Dr. Fisher smiled. “There was a note from the hospital about memory problems. How is that coming along?”
“It’s OK,” Chelsea sniffed. “I remember the important stuff.”
“And what’s important?”
“Karsyn, the rest of my family . . . a few things from my past like baking with my grandmother.”
“I’m sure they told you at the hospital that trauma can cause temporary memory loss. At this point, I’m not concerned. It’s pretty normal, so wait it out. Rediscover who you are. Enjoy some rest with Karsyn. Don’t push yourself too hard. There is nothing to be scared of.”
“So I’m just having trouble adjusting to my life?”
“Temporary memory loss, meaning it will come back.” Dr. Fisher typed some notes in her chart. “I’m praying for your sweet sister, dear. I hope she’s better soon.” She gave her another quick hug. “Come see me again in a month, sooner if you notice any pain, dizziness, or other symptoms.”
When Chelsea and Megan returned to the car, Megan took her hand. “Your mascara is smeared. You OK?”
Chelsea popped the mirror down from the visor, licked her finger, and tapped at the stray black mark beside her eye. “I guess. I just got emotional in there.” She filled her in on what Dr. Fisher had said.
“Are you blaming yourself? I didn’t think that was like you.”
“No, I feel like I should have seen the truck before it slammed into us, but it was a weird angle, I think, and Damon said the guy was going too fast. I don’t really feel guilty.” Chelsea flipped the visor back up. “It’s more like I feel like I should be able to just snap back into my life. Like I’m a piece that fell out, and now I’m back in, but I don’t fit.”
“Girl, that’s how I feel when I wake up after too much Jack.” Megan started the car and pulled out of the lot, back onto the main road of the island. Chelsea cackled. “So everything is normal, right? So don’t worry about it. You’ll fit when you fit. And Jocelyn will heal up. And everything will be back the way it was soon enough, with just a little detour. Maybe this is your chance to change things up? Rediscover yourself and what you like.”
“It’s hard to go on a self-discovery mission with a kid at home.”
“True. Well, if you need to check out and get in a new environment, my place is only two hours away. And it’s kid-friendly. I promise. I wouldn’t want the boys to come home for the weekend and see that I’m not a saint.”
Chelsea laughed again. “I’m sure your tattoo didn’t give it away.”
“It’s all about the boys. They don’t see it as a mark of anything else.”
They arrived back home just in time to get Karsyn at the bus.
Nothing to be scared of at all . . . right?
That night, Megan fixed a simple dinner of chicken burgers and salads, and they spent the evening reading together . . . when Karsyn wasn’t showing off her cartwheels again.
“So, you’re good if I head home? Ready to drive and everything?” Megan asked as she packed up her bag.
Chelsea shuddered as she thought about getting back in the car and quickly covered it with a cough. She didn’t want to take advantage of Megan when she was fine with everything else. “I think so. If I need anything, I’ll call you.”
“Good. I can be back down here if you really need me. Or you can stay with me a few days, and Karsyn could stay with her dad so we don’t disrupt school.” Megan zipped the bag. “I really would stay longer, but I have a full day tomorrow, starting with a cut and color at 9 a.m.”
That night, after Chelsea tucked Karsyn into bed, she checked her phone. Another message from Julian. She went out on the balcony of her room and finally mustered the courage to listen. She played the one from Saturday. Then Sunday. Then today.
A new wave of panic set in. Each message sounded more worried than the last.
It’s been three days, and he’s called every night. Who is this guy? Why is he so concerned?
And why does he end every message with “I love you”?
This excerpt is published here courtesy of the author and should not be reprinted without permission.