The Chasing Tomorrow Series E-Book Bundle

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Chasing Tomorrow: While their lives may seem very different, Megan, Christina, and Kyra all struggle with the same thing: fertility issues. But when the three women are brought together by a school book drive, God will lead them to healing and help them overcome their heartache…

Tomorrow's Lullaby: When she was 18, Sienna put her baby up for adoption—and past pain rushes back when she falls for Aaron, a man who never knew his own birth mother. Will God lead them to love and healing?

With over 650 5-star reviews, these two women's fiction novels by USA Today bestselling author Lindzee Armstrong are being hailed by reviewers as "deeply emotional" and "a must-read." These novels, complete with discussion questions, are perfect for book clubs. Explore love, loss, and motherhood with this cathartic box set today!

CHASING SOMEDAY

Chapter One

When Megan imagined life as a married woman, it didn’t start at six a.m. each day with Beethoven’s Fifth and a thermometer. The alarm interrupted her dream, and she wanted to roll over and burrow deeper into sleep. But any movement would raise her basal body temperature and skew the reading.

Trent leaned over to turn off the alarm, jostling the bed. Megan’s eyes burned from lack of sleep, but she forced them open against the sandpaper begging her to keep them closed. Maybe packing until two a.m. hadn’t been such a good idea.

“Open wide and say ‘ah,’” Trent teased, slipping the thermometer under her tongue.

He thought he was so clever.

Trent rolled out of bed and changed into his running clothes. Really, today? Surely moving gave her a free pass from their daily run. He’d moved on to stretching by the time the thermometer beeped. Ninety-six point seven degrees. She didn’t have to look at the chart in her phone to know she still wasn’t ovulating. Her temperature hadn’t peaked once in eight months.

“I’m ready to brave the cold when you are,” Trent said cheerfully from where he stretched out his calf muscles against the door-frame.

She wasn’t going to obsess about infertility. Not today. After five and a half years, she could afford to take a few hours off, especially with so many other things taking up brain space right now.

“Don’t you think we should skip the run?” Megan asked. “We still have half the house to pack.” They’d signed the papers two days ago, but the new owners agreed they had until five o’clock today to be out.

“You told me last night that under no circumstances should I let us skip our run today. You said if we did, it’d be easier to skip tomorrow.” He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “Let’s go.”

She had said that. Curses.

They were out the door within minutes. The brisk March air, so cold it took her breath away, made Megan long to be in her warm bed. Even packing sounded better than this. She hated running, but it helped keep her weight down—a necessity for favorable results when undergoing fertility treatments—and she loved spending time with Trent. Even though they were officially “on a break” from treatments, she couldn’t let her daily rituals slide, or they’d lose ground when they started again.

They ran in silence for nearly ten minutes, mostly uphill toward campus. Megan mentally cataloged all the things she’d rather do: pack up the rest of their things, load everything up, clean the house for the new owners. “You’re leaving to pick up the moving truck as soon as we get home, right?” Her words came in tiny puffs, clouds of condensation appearing with each breath.

“Megan, relax. Take this all in for a moment.” Trent’s breathing wasn’t even labored. How annoying. There was no justice in the world. They’d been running almost every day for more than two years, but Megan still sucked at it. “This is the last time we’ll run this path,” Trent continued. “Enjoy it.”

He was right. For the rest of the run she tried to soak in the view, but it only brought up painful reminders of how much she would miss the small town of Logan. There was the music hall, where Trent had picked her up after so many classes. The student center, where they’d first met. The statue of the A, where they’d stood so she could become a “true Aggie” by kissing Trent at midnight under a full moon. Logan was the only city they’d ever known each other in. Here they’d met, dated, married, bought their first house, graduated college … experienced their first disappointments as a couple. Megan’s breaths came in ragged gasps, sending sharp pains through her chest.

“Are you going to miss it?” she asked as they rounded the road to their home.

“I’m ready to move on. I have a good feeling about this, Meg.”

She glanced over at Trent and had to smile. His tall, lean body made running look effortless, and a scruffy beard and kind eyes complimented the country twang she adored. Most would call him average, but he had always been handsome to her.

The heat of the town house burned after growing used to the frigid air, and her hands tingled as they started to thaw. They weaved through the boxes littering their living room and headed toward the kitchen.

“I’m leaving to pick up the moving truck.” Trent grabbed his wallet and keys off the kitchen table.

“Want me to drive you?”

“Nah. It’s only a mile away—I’ll run.”

“Sure. It’s not like we just ran five miles.”

Trent grinned, giving her a quick kiss. “Be back soon.”

Megan prepared her breakfast with a scowl. Too bad she didn’t love running and eating healthy like Trent did. Instead she spent her mornings gagging down half a supposedly fertility-inducing grapefruit and three pills—a prenatal vitamin, folic acid, and Metformin. The Metformin helped with her insulin resistance, a common issue in women with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, but tasted awful. She tossed a handful of crackers into her mouth after swallowing to kill the taste and keep the nausea caused by the pills at bay, then started packing. She’d just opened the bottom kitchen cabinets when the front door creaked open.

“Knock knock,” came a familiar voice.

Cami. Fan-freakin’-tastic. Of course she’d be the first one to arrive. Megan swallowed, trying to curb the jealousy that roared within her. Nothing had changed—not really. She was happy for Cami.

“Hey,” Megan said. “Thanks for coming.”

“What are neighbors for? I’m at your disposal.” Cami removed her winter coat and laid it on a chair. Megan tried not to stare at the way her belly protruded. With each pregnancy she seemed to show sooner.

Megan forced herself to sound upbeat. “Do you want to wrap the dishes, and I’ll pack them?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Megan handed Cami the bubble wrap and packing tape. “Thanks. I really appreciate the help.”

“I wouldn’t miss it. I can’t believe this is your last day here.” Cami blinked rapidly, and tears stung Megan’s own eyes.

Leaving would be harder than she’d expected.

“I can’t believe it either,” Megan said. It had only been four weeks since Trent accepted the manager job at the car mechanic shop in Riverton. “Trent’s so excited about this promotion. I’m trying to be excited too.”

Cami’s shirt stretched over her rounded belly as she reached for a baking dish, and Megan looked away. Cami had moved in next door only two months after Megan and Trent bought their town house. At the time, they’d all been newlyweds eager to start a family. When Cami had announced her first pregnancy, Megan was thrilled. Surely she’d follow in Cami’s footsteps soon. When Cami announced her second, it stung. Megan and Trent had been trying almost three years by that point. When Cami announced her third pregnancy a few months ago, it was an anvil to the chest.

It wasn’t fair. Helpless rage welled in Megan’s chest, and she fought to keep her face impassive. After five and a half years of trying, all she and Trent had to show for their efforts was a stack of doctor’s bills and enough negative pregnancy tests to fill a bassinet.