Days Made of Glass

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Published by: Laura Drake
Release Date: November 23, 2015
Pages: 228
ISBN13: 978-0997072105

 

Synopsis

Shared blood defines a family, but spilled blood can too.

Harlie Cooper raised her sister, Angel, even before their mother died. When their guardian is killed in a fire, rather than be separated by Social Services, they run. Life in off the grid in L.A. isn’t easy, but worse, there’s something wrong with Angel.

Harlie walks in to find their apartment scattered with shattered and glass and Angel, a bloody rag doll in a corner. The doctor orders institutionalization in a state facility. Harlie’s not leaving her sister in that human warehouse. But something better takes money. Lots of it.

When a rep from the Pro Bull Riding Circuit suggests she train as a bullfighter, rescuing downed cowboys from their rampaging charges, she can’t let the fact that she’d be the first woman to attempt this stop her. Angel is depending on her.

It’s not just the danger and taking on a man’s career that challenges Harlie. She must learn to trust—her partner and herself, and learn to let go of what’s not hers to save.

A story of family and friendship, trust and truth.

 


Praise

“A powerful and poignant story about sisters, trust, and belonging, DAYS MADE OF GLASS will have you cheering for Harlie Cooper as she struggles to find her place in the all-male world of bullfighting, provide for her broken sister, and accept that she can’t succeed in either alone. I devoured this book!”
-Barbara Claypole White, bestselling author of THE PERFECT SON


Excerpt

Maybe this was just a five-hour intermission while God arranged the set for the next act. Instead of ‘Houston’, her ticket should read, ‘The Rest of Your Life’.

And she could hardly wait to get started.

A stab of guilt set her hands jittering on the arm rests. If she was flying off to her future, didn’t that mean she was leaving Angel in her past?

Angel was settled in her new home, a slightly threadbare but ‘Skilled Care’ facility. Harlie had met the doctor, and though she wasn’t in a position to judge the young man’s credentials, at least he appeared to care.

She had left the box of their mother’s books beside Angel’s bed, in case they made her feel more at home. She’d laid the rose glass box on the dresser, but then reconsidered and tucked it into her spare underwear in her backpack. She’d bring it back when Angel was better - Harlie needed the touchstone more.

Her goodbye made no ripples in the deep pool of her sister’s catatonic state.

She leaned her forehead against the airplane’s plastic window, closing her eyes against the memory of walking out of that room. Angel had stared unseeing, while Harlie tore out her heart and left it on the bed. And now, with every passing mile, something tugged in her chest, as if her arteries were stretching to accommodate the distance, a tether, keeping her and Angel connected. It wasn’t a bad feeling; after all, it allowed her body to survive without her heart.

Alone. The word echoed back from the hollow place. Her people—the only people that mattered, had dropped away leaving only Harlie. She’d never been alone before. She’d been her little family’s protector since she could remember. Odd, how keeping them safe together had made her feel safe. Like she had a place; somewhere she belonged.