The Tides of Love: A Second Chance Romance

By Pauline Kairose

In High Tides Beach, a coastal town full of charm where the sea tells stories and history is heard in its cobblestone paths, two hearts are set on an adventure of love, revival and exploration.

Harriet arranged her life quite well. It included a good future working as a lawyer, a nice home in the suburbs and a dear one to be married soon. But then came the night before her dreamy wedding; at this time everything collapsed for Harriet when she found out about her fiancé's disloyalty. She felt devastated and embarrassed, so she took bold action by fleeing to the only location that could help cure these wounds - High Tides Beach: a paradise from Harriet's youth days near the sea where memories heal hearts.

Situated within her late grandmother's charming beach cottage, Harriet longs to discover comfort in the repeated waves and gentle touch of sunlight. Nevertheless, she cannot leave behind all her problems when going to High Tides Beach. Memories constantly bother her; she fights against this by refusing love once more even though Fernando - a robust local contractor - persistently pursues it from her side.

Harriet and Fernando were not sure about their past issues, but the charm of High Tides Beach has brought them closer. Each night when the sun goes down, they learn that love is a path filled with more opportunities, strength and hidden gems.

"Tides of Love: Second Chance Romance" is a touching narrative about love's lasting strength, past understanding and fresh start enchantment. Discover the mysteries, customs and deep roots of a seaside community. Allow Harriet and Fernando's love story to tell you that often, intense sorrows may turn into big blessings.

Unveil the charm of High Tides Beach, where affection grows amid the changing beauty of seasons and the future's brightness is close to the horizon.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pauline Kairose
• Release date: Mar 29, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224477951

Book preview

PROLOGUE

The marriage eve had to be thrilling and spectacular. Harriet had planned every tiny thing, from the beautiful white flowers to the three-layered cake that stood for their bright future. She was really in love with him and she couldn’t wait to walk down the aisle in her astonishing lace gown.

Nevertheless, twists may come at any time. In the poorly lit hallway of a big hotel, Harriet was motionless; standing there while Weston kissed Marina, her maid of honor. In her chest, her heart was shattered into a million pieces. It seemed as though time stopped so that it could witness this tragic occurrence. The reception music played on mocking her with thoughts of what would have been an enjoyable day. As she clenched her lily bouquet tighter than before, making her knuckles turn colorless and stiffened, Harriet felt completely taken aback. She was amazed beyond words. Shock gripped her body causing it to shake uncontrollably beneath the skin’s surface; it felt much like a violent upheaval or wrenching out of one’s very own heart from its cavity in one’s breast. Before her, an image unfolded a visceral stab to her heart arresting her attention with an almost cruel grip. The intensity of the scene held her captive rendering her unable to avert her gaze as if the very act of looking away would be a betrayal of the raw emotion pulsating within her. Weston and Marina drew apart their hot cheeks revealing their shame. Marina seemed to be trapped in a nightmare with her unkempt chestnut hair and plaintive blue eyes. Weston's gorgeous face was flushed with astonishment and regret but it was too late irreparable damage hung heavy in the air. Harriet stood frozen, a statue of disbelief incapable of processing the betrayal unfolding before her eyes. The reality weighed hard on her breaking the faith she had previously placed in him.

Her mind raced with questions seeking solutions that would never completely fix the torn parts of her heart. Harriet took a step back her shoes quietly tapping on the hotel's marble floor. She needed to get away from the oppressive atmosphere of treachery. As she stepped out of the hotel the night air struck her like a punch and Harriet remembered she was still carrying the wedding bouquet. She let the flowers fall from her shaky palm the lilies scattering on the ground like shattered dreams as she drove away tears streamed down her cheeks.

Chapter 1

Harriet found herself on the winding coastal road leading to a High Tides Beach as the hours passed. She was drawn to the familiar surroundings and the relaxing sound of the waves breaking on the coast. This was where she had spent her childhood summers building sandcastles and collecting seashells. It was a site of fond recollections and at the time it looked like the only refuge that might provide relief. The moon was low in the sky at night throwing a silvery sheen across the sea.

Her wounded spirit became soothed with the aid of the rhythmic sound of the waves. Her naked feet sank into the cold sand as she went down the seaside. But those hopes had vanished, and Harriet couldn't take the thought of a life she had deliberated with a man who had deceived her maximum agonizingly. High Tides Beach had always been a haven of comfort and sanctuary for Harriet, and she wanted it now greater than ever.

Harriet's heart slowly began to heal because the days went into weeks.

In her awareness, a recognition dawned a vital to release the clutches of the beyond, to unshackle herself from the corrosive include of bitterness and betrayal. The necessity of letting go loomed huge, now not as a concession to Weston and Marina, but as a self-prescribed remedy. Forgiveness emerged as a mighty elixir, a key to unburdening her heart from the chains of resentment and providing herself with the freedom she longed for. Harriet determined to visit the High Tides Beach library sooner or later, a place where she had spent countless hours as a teenager. She had new loves and new passions, as the days, weeks, and months went by, discovering ambitions and dreams that she had forgotten many years before. She began painting courses at the community center and discovered she had a talent for reproducing the natural beauty of High Tides Beach on canvas. Harriet found painting to be a way to vent her feelings and bring a sense of inner peace. She took to writing in her diary and chronicled her path of recovery self-discovery and healing. Writing out her thoughts and feelings brought her a sense of relief as well.

Harriet discussed how she overcame heartbreak: by proactively propelling herself forward, concentrating on the future, and embracing new opportunities. Despite her cautious nature post-tragedy—still harboring reluctance to expose a vulnerable heart—she felt personal growth beckoning; indeed, it was an experience that excited rather than frightened Harriet. As the sun descended below the horizon one evening—casting a golden light over the water's expanse—Harriet perceived her heart as primed for upcoming possibilities: an apt symbol of readiness and renewal. Under the enchantment of High Tides Beach, Harriet embraced the future with a heart full of hope and refreshed spirit; she stood ready. As the final flaming rays of sunset fell below its horizon, Harriet - her hair being whispered through by sea wind - remained captivated.

In a time marked by tranquility and deep self-reflection, High Tides Beach presented her with an unprecedented chance for personal rediscovery: a testament to the unyielding tenacity of the human spirit. The depths of tragedy harbored latent beauty, which she now had the privilege to explore. Harriet's daily routine transitioned into a ritual— one that nurtured self-discovery and fostered healing. Down the beach, she strolled at daybreak, finding solace in life's unceasing cycle echoed by waves' soothing whispers.

The sea wind, with its soft caress of the ocean, seemed to assuage her grief and instill within her a renewed sense of optimism. Every afternoon, she sought solace on the porch; there she became an unobtrusive witness to nature's masterpiece —the sun painting vibrant strokes across an azure canvas. Meanwhile - The sky transformed into a living artwork: each hue so richly vivid that it defied conventionality. The porch transformed into her sanctuary in those moments: a front-row seat to nature's masterpiece. Sunlight's brushstrokes—dazzling, ever-changing—painted the sky’s canvas; it morphed from a blank slate to a breathtaking spectacle of radiant colors. High Tides Beach served as not merely an idyllic location for respite but also provided regular reminders that beauty can emerge even from the darkest places. Engulfed by