Give My Sister Freedom~ When Clouds Touch #romance #WeNeedDiverseBooks ~ Ey Wade's~ When Clouds Touch

“ I knew in my soul, I loved you before we ever met.”

Paisley has dreamed of this
connection all of her life. Held him in
every pulse of her heart. Glimpsed him from the corner of her
Eyes. Like wisps of the future - drifts from past.
Malachi chased her in his dreams ....
Across a life time. Seeing, but never touching.

And that’s how they lived life, continuously rushing past destiny.
Reaching for each other, only to have their steps redirected.

When clouds touch, it becomes an affair of the heart. Will the heart be strong
enough to accept the challenge?

When Clouds Touch is the embodiment of a story of soul mates, Paisley and Malachi.
Destined to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see them happy, even when it is risky and they must obey the demands of family.
Paisley, a woman of Japanese decent, living with Albinism and heart disease, is meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns. Hiding behind the protective fold of her wagasa, she yearns for freedom from her overprotective parents and the love of a man she's known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her health.
Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an elusive shadow, uses his sense of humor and sensitive side to build their relationship. He's determined to win her love, even against the wishes of her parents.

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Give My Sister Freedom~ When Clouds Touch #romance #WeNeedDiverseBooks

“You know, Oka-san and Oto-san, you two can be a little nicer to Paisley. She’s a very good girl for her age.” Yoshiko placed cups of tea in front of her parents before offering them cookies from the plate on the table.“You should hear how some of my friends talk about their sisters. You wouldn’t believe how they talk to their parents.”

“You are just a child, Yoshiko, and should stay in your place.” Her father sipped from his cup.
Ignoring his words, Yoshiko tidied the kitchen before sitting at the table with her parents.

“I’m really serious, Oto-san. You don’t listen to how sad she is, it’s in every sentence she speaks. Her tears are falling all of the time and I don’t think it’s fair. I never see her happy. You have to let her live or she will die alone like a very sad old woman.”

“You are always serious, my Yoshiko, but I will parent Paisley. You do not understand all she has been through. You have seen how it is when she gets a cold or is in the sun’s rays. You were not there when she died as a baby. My heart was broken.”
“I understand a lot. Maybe I wasn’t there when she died, but I am here when she cannot live. That’s so much worse. Anyway, I’m going to the sleepover to have fun. Something you two never let Paisley do.” Laughing along with her parents, she kissed their cheeks before leaving the room. “Promise me you will talk with her, Oto-san.” Her voice carried back into the room from the hallway. “I will talk with her.”

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A Beautiful Observation

"...this wordsmith artist now crafted a story of opposites who see each other before they are aware then reconnect when all odds are against them.
The writing is lyrical, the settings though seemingly ordinary, extraordinary. Yet this reader was moving along so swiftly to discover what would happen moment by precious moment that only now can I admit that this author is an immense talent.
As if I were to step into a room to view a priceless Monet of words, I stand in awe of her work! I know that in reading each book, you will discover that it is uniquely a one of a kind rhapsody composed by this gifted author who carved out the notes as a sculpture would if they were instead a writer.
Yes, if Michelangelo were an author, I believe he would have read ‘When Clouds Touch” and wish he had written this novella!"

~ Paula Rose Michelson