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The Boy in the Barn by Ciana Stone - Book Tour

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Fear. That's what comes to mind when Sophie thinks of her childhood. Fear.  And pain.

She ran away from home to protect her unborn child. Now, twenty years later, she's a woman who learned to put the past and its dark secrets behind her.  To stand on her own and to build a good life for herself and her son.

But the past is not yet done with her and those dark secrets rise from the grave.  Her courage, and the strength of her love will be put to the test.  What's on the line is everyone she loves.

It's flight or fight and this time she won't run. 

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Now, chasing her dog in a place she wasn't supposed to be, she stopped as she broke into the clearing and saw the old barn. Homer was standing in the open doorway, looking at her and yipping. "Come back here, Homer. You know I'll get my butt whooped if we go in there."
He ignored her and disappeared into the darkness of the barn. Sophie stood there, gnawing her bottom lip and trying to decide what to do. Homer reappeared and barked again, this time more insistent. She knew it was crazy, but it was like he was barking for help.
Afraid of what she was doing yet unable to stop herself, she ran to the barn, pulling the wagon behind her. She left it at the opening. Once there'd been doors, but they'd long ago rotted off and lay on the ground. Sophie stopped behind Homer, who took her shirt-sleeve in his mouth and tugged, wanting her to enter the dark barn.
"We're gonna get in so much trouble, Homer," she resisted until she heard the sound. What was that? Someone groaning?
Homer let go of her and ran into the barn. Sophie didn't even know she'd decided to follow until she found herself running after him. He stopped, looked down, and then back at her.
That's when she saw him. A boy. Lying on the ground, face down. The back of his shirt was sliced in many places and plastered to his back with dark dried blood. His arms and the back of his neck and even the side of his face she could see were bloody and bruised. 
She knelt beside him and gently touched the side of his face. "Are you alive?"
When his eyes flew open and their gazes locked, she felt something she couldn't identify sizzle through her. Oh Lord, what was she going to do?
Sophie woke with a start and for a moment, didn't know where she was. The dream still had hold of her. Her heart was racing, and she'd broken into a sweat. It took several seconds to recognize her surroundings. She was in her car. She'd fallen asleep. It was just a dream.
No, it wasn't a dream. It was a remembrance, one she always prayed she'd never have again and one that continued to sneak up on her whenever something made her think back to her childhood. Whoever raised her Father, must have been one horrible evil creature because what had happened to her the first time her Father punished her was nothing compared to what came after finding and hiding the boy. 
She rubbed her eyes and started the car, backing down the driveway slowly, without turning on the headlights. Once she was on the road, she turned them on. If nothing else, the dream had reminded her of something important, and that was, no one ever needed to know the details of her life. The one person who did was either dead or had long ago forgotten her, so either way, her secrets were safe.
Or at least she hoped. She'd never really know unless she somehow managed to find out if Cole's father was alive.
Where are you?
There was no answer. There never had been and likely never would be. He was gone.


Happily-ever-after is something Ciana believes in with her whole heart. Love may be a bumpy road and there are bound to be some perils along the way but in the end love should win. She tries to take that attitude into her writing and thinks that love, hope and laughter are some of the best medicine there is. Along with books.

She loves to hear from readers and the most important thing she thinks she can ever say is - "thank you. To every reader who has spent his or her hard-earned reading dollars on a Ciana Stone book, thank you from the bottom of my heart."

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