Current Stage: Rough Draft

Genre: Women’s/Mainstream Fiction

Current Word Count:  (Approx.) 30,000 words


A recovering exercise addict runs the marathon to overcome her addictive personality, only to suffer a heart attack at mile twenty-five.

Shay Garner is a recovering exercise junkie who applies for the Boston Marathon in hopes of overcoming her addictive personality. As she trains for the big day – following a regimented, non-negotiable training schedule and diet – she wrestles with six years of shaming memories, her obsession with finishing the race, and the guilt of upsetting the people she loves most.

But when Shay suffers a massive heart attack one mile from the finish line, she begins to question the tragedies of her grief-stricken past. Ripped from her body, Shay awakens in the Ethers, a dimension between heaven and earth. Here, she must face several crucial – yet agonizing – memories from her life, all while guided by a spectral guardian privy to exact copies of these recollections.

Now, Shay must relive the life she died trying to forget. Moment-by-moment, she faces her fears, quickly realizing that her memories are not literal copies of her experienced events but records of her perceptual, often flawed, interpretations. As the story builds to a stunning twist, Shay desperately seeks wisdom and understanding from her earthly issues and choices: What stresses in her life kept her from healing, and why couldn’t she stop inflicting pain and punishment on herself? The answer, which digs deep into the greatest issues of her heart, epitomizes the power of choice, wisdom, discernment, and understanding, as well as the true gift of memory and its tremendous power over suffering if we can learn from our past reactions.

Two Skeletons and a Beating Heart is a stunning debut novel by a bright new talent. It is a novel that sheds light on how we often misperceive events in our life, the beauty of choices made in spite of grief, and the tremendous difference we can make if willing to understand – and learn from – our misinterpreted memories.