By Kim Pierce

My Dead True Love

Based on a true story

When a newspaper reporter’s fiancé dies abruptly, she questions how he could just cease to be.

Dogged by unbidden thoughts, odd coincidences and unexplained phenomena, Ann Stewart becomes obsessed with finding out what really happens after we die and whether her beloved Gregory is still out there. She finds her answer, which takes her and a close-knit coterie of women to the edge of the cosmos—and the core of their own hearts.

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Kim Pierce

Kim Pierce is a former Dallas Morning News writer and editor who completed the Writer’s Path fiction program at Southern Methodist University. This is her first novel, inspired by events surrounding the death of her fiancé in 1998. She lives in Dallas, Texas, with her partner and three cats.

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“My Dead True Love is a captivating and inspirational story about love, grief and healing that touches your soul in ways you didn’t know were possible.”

— Oliver Tappe, author of (UN)SICHTBAR (IN)VISIBLE, and Monroe Institute Outreach Trainer

“You took me on a journey, and I didn’t see the end coming. … I loved it.”

— Robin Craver, Reiki Master, Medium

“Absorbing and thought provoking.”

— Sophia Dembling, author of “Widow’s Walk” Psychology Today blog

“What a masterpiece you created. I couldn’t put it down. Laughter, tears and just an incredible journey!”

— Holly Grundman Chance

“Big congrats from England…. Blown away actually, such beautiful images of somewhere over the rainbow…. Can’t stop thinking about it. A truly extraordinary piece of writing.”

— Marc Millon

Sample Excerpt from My Dead True Love: On the brink of going out of body

“Hello, and welcome to our lab,” Dr. Koslow said, radiating confidence and pride.

“Let me walk you through what will happen. You and I will go into the chamber and get comfortably seated in the two chairs. Adrian will hook us up to the monitors and, as we go through the synchronized-sound sequence, he’ll use the monitors to track everything that’s happening to our physical bodies. Physiologically, it will resemble sleep. But it’s not. Also, I can assure you that you will be in good hands. He and I have both done this many times.”

I wanted to believe him, and again I had the impression of a calm, steady pilot. But no matter what he said I still had that chattering sensation in my teeth and felt as if tremors were going off in my body.

I worried: Could I overcome my fears and do this? Or would I completely wash out? Would I get “out,” only to be unable to get back in? Connie had spent hours preparing me for this, showing me how to focus on my breathing and quiet my monkey mind, but… I still felt so utterly unprepared. And my questions persisted: How would I know Gregory? What would he look like? Would he see me? Could we touch? What if I didn’t want to leave?

Connie moved close to me and slid her arm through mine.

“I know you’re still scared,” she said. “Just trust the process and do the best you can.”

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Sample Excerpt My Dead True Love: Ann’s first moments of grief

“How can you be here one minute and not the next?” I cried out silently.

It happens. Just happens.

Only nights before, we’d slept together in this bed, entwined like grapevines. Skin to moist skin after making love. With my hand resting on his chest, I’d felt his heart beating. Oh sweet, excruciating memory. My mind flashed on the movie where a grieving Superman rolls back time by flying around the earth so fast he reverses events and Lois Lane comes back to life. I wanted that. Wanted to do that. Desperately. I understood Superman’s anguish.

To never see Gregory alive again. Never touch him or be touched by him. Never engage in our repartee. Share our private jokes and knowing glances. Never see him burst through the door. Never smell grill smoke in his hair. Never get called away from tossing a salad to come quick and see a sunset. Never feel our nakedness beneath the covers. “Never” is the mantra of grief: Never. Never. Never. Never. Never.

By Kim Pierce

My Dead True Love

Based on a true story

Author

Kim Pierce

My Dead True Love

Sample Excerpt from My Dead True Love: On the brink of going out of body

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Sample Excerpt My Dead True Love: Ann’s first moments of grief

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