Paper Heart Break

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A white sheet of paper and fourteen folds was all it took. Once completed, I’d write little notes on each folded heart, a reminder of a happy event we shared or one of the many reasons I loved him. He placed them on the mantle, his desk, dresser and on the living room bookcases. Hearts littered every free surface; we were surrounded by our love.

Then one day there were fewer hearts, and only a handful remained on his desk, almost hidden by piles of paperwork. Soon even those holdouts had disappeared. He worked later and spent less time at home. I still folded hearts for him; I loved him all the same. They remained in an old shoe box, though, hidden and shamed, for no message marked their unblemished exterior. No surface awaited their arrival.

When he moved out I folded heart after heart until my fingers cracked and blood from countless paper-cuts stained the pristine hearts red with my grief. Divorce papers arrived soon after, and in my anger, I burned every heart I had made. I watched as the flames licked higher and higher, consuming the fragile paper until only ashes remained to swirl up and around me, falling on my cheeks and eyelashes. Only after all the hearts had been turned to ash and the fire had died did I sign his papers.

I folded one last heart and mailed it to his attorney the next day. 

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(C) Sara Ackerman, 2017

Silence is Golden Excerpt

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It was a silver medallion no bigger than a shilling. At one end of the coin someone had punched a hole into the metal and looped a silver chain through it. Alfred peered closer at the marking on the disc and sent a questioning stare to his friend. “St. Christopher?”

“The patron saint of travelers and a fitting gift for an adventurous young man. May it guide you and keep you safe in your journeys.”

He stared at the engraved image of the stooped figure of St. Christopher, his gnarled hand clutching a staff and a child clinging to his back. The edges had been worn to a smooth finish that rolled like polished glass between his fingers, and he knew he held a cherished memento. “Are you sure you don’t want to keep it? This seems like an odd talisman for a Protestant minister to have. Perhaps it has sentimental value for you?”

William regarded the tiny piece of silver in his outstretched hand and took it into his own, running his fingers over the smooth edges. “My mother was a Papist from the Scottish Highlands. After her family was evicted from their land, they immigrated to  England, where my mother met my father, William Blackburn, Senior, also a minister. My mother loved my father, so when they married, she converted and was a dutiful Protestant the rest of her life. But she didn’t give up all of her beliefs.”

The metal disc spun in the air before them. “Before I left for France, she gave this to me with the promise it would keep me safe. She said even though we would never see each other again in this life, the medallion would reunite us when it was time.”

“If you will never see each other again, how can you be reunited?”

The disc stopped spinning, and William looked at him, a sad smile on his face. “My father died while I was in the war. When I returned, I learned through interviews with my old neighbors that my mother left home after my father died. She was coming to find me in France but never made it. For years I have wished to find where she might be.”

Grabbing Alfred’s shoulders and turning, William pointed off into the distance at the vague shape of a building. It was difficult to see through the rain and fog, but he observed the rising profile of a humble bell tower. “A church?”

“I took a walk yesterday after the noon meal and found myself there. I rambled into the courtyard and behind the building, where I found a small graveyard. I was tired and discouraged. My quest to find my mother seemed hopeless, and in pursuit of her whereabouts I had lost my way, becoming someone I no longer recognized. With your words ringing in my ears and the evidence of my failure a heavy weight on my soul, I fell to my knees and prayed. The medallion around my neck  warmed. I grasped it from my chest, looked up, and saw it. Her grave.”

“Whose grave? Your mother’s?”

“Yes. As impossible as it seems, I found my mother’s grave among the other headstones of the tiny church.”

“You were reunited,” he whispered, awed by the strange turn of events leading his friend to this location. “What a coincidence!”

“Or an act of God. However you want to put it, I found her. My search is over, and here I will stay.”



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Release Party

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Stop on by my Facebook party tonight to celebrate the release of my second book, Silence is Golden. I’ll be on from 5:00-5:30 (EST) talking to readers and answering questions. Come with questions or things to chat about because I’ve never done a book release like this before and I’m nervous the conversion will taper and then disappear!

Really, though, I surprise myself on occasion and am super excited to talk to readers tonight and would love it if you stopped on over for a chat.

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Silence is Golden by Sara Ackerman

Now that I’ve polished off ye auld bullhorn, I’m excited to announce the release of my second book, Silence is Golden!

Thanks to the unapologeticbookaddict for reading my new release and for posting her review! Stop by her blog to find other great reads.

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SIlence is Golden is the 2nd book of the Westby Sisters series. It’s a historical romance with a bit of a twist 🙂

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Book Description

Ever since Evelyn Westby was cursed, she hasn’t been able to speak to anyone outside her family. That hasn’t stopped men from seeking her favor, especially the handsome and eligible Lord Alexander Newgate. But when her sister elopes and her betrothal is then canceled, Evie will do anything to win back her fiancé, even travel to war-torn France to find the gypsy who cursed her.

Alfred Coombes takes his fate into his own hands when he quits his employment to follow the call of adventure. On the road, he meets Lady Evelyn Westby and sees she needs a protector. Sacrificing his own journey, he becomes her guardian. Treacherous weather and a sinister smuggler…

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