Reborn: Bittersweet 1

By Elena Snowfield

HE COMES INTO HER LIFE NAKED, WITHOUT BREATH, WITHOUT HIS MEMORY

WHO IS THE MAN SHE SAVES?

Sofia is a young, beautiful Mexican American who is disillusioned by her family's transfer to Mexico and longs to go back to the States. Her monotonous and uneventful life is disrupted by the appearance of a man, washed out from the sea, who wakes up in her arms without his memory.

They named him Gabriel and his parents allowed him to stay in their house to help in the upkeep of their simple Bed & Breakfast. Sofia and Gabriel soon becomes close, and though he cannot tell him more than what he knows, she feels that there is something more to him than a missing memory. Innocent and earnest, Gabriel awakens her compassion. Handsome and exotic, he awakens her passion. He is willing to give her whatever makes her happy. But in her happiness, Sofia pushes to the side what worries her about Gabriel.

Something has been disturbed in the quiet seaside dwelling since Gabriel's arrival. Sofia doesn't believe in the supernatural so she pushes it away. But until when?

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“Are you okay?” Sofia finally asked.

He cocked his head, but didn’t answer. She tried again in Spanish, and finally in (bad) Yucatec. At last he recognized the words. She could see that through the changing expressions in his eyes. He was unlike the other locals who pretended not to understand her. He also smiled and nodded gratefully.

“My name is Sofia,” she said. “What’s your name?”

“I am....” And then he turned so pale she was afraid he was going to die, after all.

"Yes? What is wrong?" she asked.

He looked at her, his green eyes piercing and afraid. “I don’t remember.”

Sofia let out a breath she didn’t realize that she’d been holding. He might have bumped his head somewhere, which wouldn't be very surprising considering the marks of bruises he had on his body. “Well, then, what do you remember?” she asked.

He frowned with the effort, but his eyes began to well up with tears of fright. He reached for her hand and she took it, worried at how violently it was shaking.

“Nothing,” he said, finally. “I remember nothing.”

“Nothing?” Sofia said. “How did you get hurt—”

“I remember nothing,” he said quietly.

But underneath the calm she could hear the edge of desperation, sharp and cold, as it threatened to cut through his demeanor and turn him into a quivering wreck.

Next in the Series:

2. Sacrificed

3. Tormented

4. Ascended

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Ross
• Release date: Sep 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311730138

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Reborn

By Elena Snowfield

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Chapter One

IT'S A GOOD THING the tourist season begins after the school year, said Sofia's mother, Mariana, as she barged into Sofia's room with a full laundry basket balanced on her hip.

Sofia opened her eyes and kept her expression neutral. The clock on the wall said it was six in the morning, but the halo around the curtains meant that the sun was high and hot already.

These need to be ironed and folded, Mariana said, dropping the basket next to Sofia's bed. The sheets inside sighed softly, as though relieved. Mariana Alvarez, standing an even five feet tall and weighing barely more than a hundred pounds after a full meal, was not someone to be argued with. Remember, we have guests tonight.

Yeah, Sofia said. Poor suckers, she added silently. The bed-and-breakfast the Fonsecas ran would have been pretty cool had they been anywhere near a decent town. But it was halfway between Tulum, which few people had heard of, and Cancun, which nobody ever left. Their visitors came expecting a deserted beach, not realizing that along with a deserted beach was a semi-deserted, dying village which couldn't even be bothered to give itself a name. Ten fishing families, a plantain farmer, and a restaurant didn't even warrant a dot on the maps of the region.

Sofia made no move to get out of bed -- a small rebellion against the tyranny of having to wake up at all. Yesterday was her last day of school. She took intro-level online courses at the Universidad Quintana Roo since there were no schools here, and that warranted some kind of break. Thankfully, Mariana left with only a small humph of disapproval and did not launch into yet another tirade about how hard they were working and why couldn't her daughter bring herself to work a little rather than daydream about boys? Anyway, Sofia was already twenty years old. She could at least play-act to be a real adult. These arguments had been going on between them over the two years since they'd moved to Mexico; or the Yucatan, more specifically. Some of the people here were a bit touchy about being called Mexicans.

Sofia counted to ten before she threw the blanket off herself and swung her feet from the bed to touch the cool stone floor with her toes.

Theirs was a large house, even by American standards. It was once the small manor home of a local official, the realtor had told them... before launching into a long spiel detailing the history of the place and the artful mosaics that had been laid into the floor. Not that she paid any attention to those details. Two years ago, she was just too angry -- at her grandparents from both sides for being so ill, at her parents for dropping everything in the US and not giving a damn about her, at the economies of both Mexico and the US that made it more worthwhile to stay, at the crazy language the locals spoke that made it impossible to make friends.

Not that there were people her age to befriend. The people here were old and bitter, and their children had more sense than her father did because they left and never returned.

She was still angry but, during the winter, her father had at least installed air conditioning in the bedrooms, so now it was merely a resentful simmer instead of a full-on rage.

The house was a sprawling single-floor structure, built in the shape of a rectangle around an open courtyard. It was once beautiful -- even Sofia had to admit that. But size and beauty did not matter so much when they discovered that the roof leaked in a thousand places and the house had to be rewired in order to handle the electrical load of a refrigerator.

Since the moment they'd bought it, it seemed like they'd done nothing but repair things. And even though the exchange rate greatly favored the dollar over the peso, Joaquin would still blanch a little whenever he sat down to calculate how much he had been spending on repairs since they moved here. Sofia could see the conflict between her father's pride and