Ashley Needles

Facebook friends, you made Falling Moon Part Two possible with your reviews, purchases of Part One and generous kindness! Falling Moon Part One sold over a hundred copies!!! I've taken all that profit and put it into gifts for my readers! I have 11 gifts to give away! One for each review of Part One!!! Which one do you want? 4 in1 LCD Auto Car MP3 Player Wireless FM Transmitter Modulator with USB CD MMC Remote Kit? Or do you want a d efense attack metal tactical pen? Multifunctional made of tungsten, steel, and complete awesome! Or maybe you want something pretty to give your mom, girlfriend or yourself? Maybe you want a Diamond encrusted stylish multi-function fashion watch with a calendar?  None of these strike your interest? Then like my page on Facebook to see the rest! https://www.facebook.com/writeyourpassions/ And if you still haven't read Part One:

It was March, a week after Art's death. Each breath since it happened felt as though my ribs were breaking my chest, the loss so enormous it was a black hole crushing me alive. He saw my sad eyes, grabbed my wrist and pulled me back when I tried to walk away. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Art's dead." The words hung sucking away the air between us. Every part of me wished to be swallowed by the earth. Dying could not be as terrible as this. "Let me help," it wasn't a question. It was a demand. "I've interned with grief counseling." We made plans. I pasted on a smile and make-up and went to pick him up. A glimmer of excitement for the ounce of relief he offered from the pain ripping me apart, was the first touch of anything but torment I'd felt since Laura gave me the news. He got in my truck with a bad mood that was closer to a hurricane than a storm cloud. I tried to compensate. I wanted so desperately for one pe...