A Reason To Trust: A Novel About Love And Loss (A Reason To Love Book 4)

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Can love mend the broken heart?

Ethan Hawkins is an all-star soccer player for the Spokane Sounders and engaged to the runway model Amelia Ricci. By all appearances, he should be happy, but he isn’t. There’s something missing in his life but he can’t pinpoint it. When tragedy strikes in his hometown of Cottonwood Falls, Kansas, nearly ten years after leaving, Ethan must take a trip to his past. It’s here where Ethan can finally find the answers to the questions his heart has held onto for so many years.

Facing the most painful parts of our past isn’t always easy, but with God’s help, it can bring healing. Our brokenness can be mended when we turn to our Creator and let Him guide our steps in the right direction.

Can Ethan find joy in surrendering? Can he overcome his giants? Find out when you pick up your copy of the inspirational Christian romance, A Reason To Trust, book three of the inspirational fiction series, A Reason To Love.

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A story about a broken-hearted man, A Reason To Trust is a novel about love and loss.

Story Sample from A Reason To Trust:

Chapter 1

Ethan Hawkins did everything he could to fight the void that was ever-present and ever-growing in his heart. He was engaged to be married in three months to the runway model Amelia Ricci, and he was an All-Star for the Spokane Sounders professional soccer team. He even had plans to build a house in the works, having placed a call to Tyler Dunken earlier that day. By all outward appearances, Ethan Hawkins should’ve been happy, but he was further than he had ever been from it. Late one night, his phone rang.

Turning the lamp on, he sat up in his bed and picked up his cellphone from the nightstand. Seeing the caller ID with his sister’s name flash across the screen, his heart dipped. She hadn’t called in years.

Tapping the screen to answer, Ethan cleared his throat.

“Ethan?” Vanessa’s voice was heightened, laced with pain.

Hesitation lingered for a moment within him, not wanting to hear what tragedy had taken place back home. “Yes, Vanessa. It’s me.”

“Dad passed away.”

Raking his hand through his hair, Ethan’s mind went blank for a long moment. His mind wouldn’t let him believe her. Pushing the covers off, he slid out from his bed and stood up, not speaking a response. His breaths became shallow and his heart raced. Exiting the bedroom, Ethan shut the door and continued down the cold and dark hallway.

He finally pushed out a sentence. “What happened?”

“The doctors don’t know. He just passed away in his sleep, and the autopsy isn’t saying much. That’s why I waited to call, hoping we’d have answers I knew you would want.”


“Three days ago.”

Stopping in the hallway, his heart flinched. He thought he’d had more time. His father was only sixty-three years old. Ethan went numb. Turning away from the closet, he continued down the hallway and out into the living room of his two-thousand-square-foot apartment in downtown Spokane. He sat down on the couch, combing through his hair with a hand.

He maintained composure in his voice, staying calm. Interrupting his sister’s sobbing on the other end of the line, he asked, “When’s the funeral?”

She sniffled, crying as she continued. “You don’t even care, do you? What happened to you, Ethan? What happened to that little choir boy who loved Jesus and his dad more than anything else in the world? Where’d you go ten years ago?”

Her words penetrated the numbness of his soul. It tore through the layers of cement he had concreted around his heart. Ethan’s life in Cottonwood Falls was a distant memory he longed to forget, but now he was being forced to think about it, to dwell on it. The life he once knew, the life he once loved, and the life he once lived were now pushed upon him. So much had happened since he left Cottonwood Falls, Kansas. So much had happened since that day when everything changed. Clearing his throat, Ethan pushed against the memories and forced all the feelings, all the pain back down beneath, where he felt they belonged.

“You want to know what happened to me, Vanessa? I grew up.”

Shifting away from sadness, his sister’s voice became critical. “I think you’re wrong. I don’t think you ever grew up.” Clearing her throat, she continued. “The funeral is at the church this Saturday. Three days from now. After the funeral, they will have a will reading. You’re in it.”


Furrowing his eyebrows, confusion settled into Ethan’s mind. Why’d he put me in it at all? I left and never looked back. He set his cellphone down on the glass coffee table, then stood up and went over to the large windows that overlooked downtown. Staring out the window and into the city’s night landscape, he thought more about his father, about the will. His heart ached knowing that he had run out of time to patch things up with his dad. Why’d I let it go so long? Why didn’t I talk to him last Christmas when I had felt like doing so?

Leaving the windows, he traveled down the hallway and back to the closet. Pausing, he rested his right hand on the door as his breaths shortened and his heart began to pound. He could feel his body tremble with worry. Then Ethan did something he hadn’t done in a long time. He bowed his head. I know it’s been a long time, Lord, but if You’re out there, I could use a little strength. Lifting his head, he opened the closet door and flipped on the light switch. Glancing up to the top shelf, he could see his old Nike shoe box. It once held his first pair of Nike soccer shoes his father had purchased for him when he was just in junior high school, but more than that, the box now held memories of his old life in Cottonwood Falls.

Ethan’s heart began to hammer in his chest as he reached for the box on the top shelf.

As he pulled it off the shelf, dust particles lifted from the top of the box and scattered into the air. He brought the shoe box the rest of the way down and took a step back from the closet. He shut the door and returned to the living room.

Ethan sat down on the couch with the box. He smoothed his hand across the top and the dust smeared. He hadn’t spoken to his father, Arnold, in a decade. He hadn’t spoken to his siblings much either. Anxiety rose within Ethan like flood waters threatening to steal his last breath. It wasn’t just about opening that shoe box but opening himself back up to his past. To the mistakes, to the heartbreak, and to the shame he had tried so desperately to forget. Making the trek home to pay respect to his father wouldn’t be easy, but he knew he at least owed him that.

He finally opened the box.

Right on top was a picture of the woman who’d first stolen his heart when he was seventeen years old—Jessica. She played an important part in the reason Ethan had left Cottonwood Falls all those years ago. He could barely even look at Jessica’s face, and so after a quick moment, he shuffled the picture out of sight, tucking it underneath the rest of the contents inside. He pulled the next photograph out.

It was a picture of when he was just twelve years old. Ethan could recall the day of the photo like it had just happened. He and his father had  gone fishing earlier that morning, and Ethan had caught three bass out on Chase Lake just outside Cottonwood Falls. Ethan’s arm hung along the back of his dad’s shoulders in the picture, and they both had smiles from ear to ear. Ethan’s heart bled in that moment as he recalled what it felt like to be happy, what it felt like to be that young again and to still have his mother, brother, sister, and dad. His eyes moistened with hot tears.

Sensing his own vulnerability, Ethan wiped his eyes. He shoved the picture back into the box and closed it. I can’t let myself be weak if I’m going to get through this trip, he thought as he stood up. He started back through the hallway to the closet.

Placing the box back onto the shelf, he shut the door.

Returning to the bedroom, he climbed back into the bed and under the covers. He thought with the box safely tucked back in the closet, he might be able to escape the flood of memories, at least for that night, but that wasn’t the case. Memories soon surfaced, washing over his mind over and over again like a stream of fire burning its way through his soul. He tried to find his way back to slumber, but the memories kept coming. He thought not only of his father but of his late mother and of his old life in Cottonwood Falls. Then he thought of Jessica. Again, his eyes moistened, but he clenched them shut. No, he told himself.

Ethan tossed and turned for an hour. Then he gave up and rose from his bed. He went over to his computer desk in the bedroom and powered on his MacBook.

Researching online, he typed in his father’s name and Cottonwood Falls, trying to find an article or any additional information on what had happened.

He froze when he saw an article dated from last year detailing a fire that had happened at his father’s church. There was a fire? He was plagued with guilt from not knowing it had happened. He clicked the article to read.

He began to read about the fire. Flames had broken out in the middle of the night and the fire department couldn’t use the hydrant closest to the church, resulting in almost a total loss. They did have some water aboard the fire truck, but it wasn’t enough. Each picture of the carnage tore at the layers wrapped around his heart. He saw what was once his Sunday school classroom burnt to a crisp. I didn’t have a clue this happened, he thought somberly. At the end of the article, he read an interview they conducted with his father, Arnold. When asked about how the church members were handling the fire, his father responded, ‘The church isn’t a building. It’s the body of Christ. Though my congregation is saddened by the act of arson, we will rebuild and keep our focus on God, like always.’

It didn’t surprise Ethan to read his father’s words. His father was never one to get too upset about anything that happened. Even when his mother passed away when he was seventeen, thirteen years ago, his father seemed almost entirely unchanged by the loss. He just kept saying they all had to keep their eyes on Jesus and remind themselves that Christians don’t grieve like the world but like people with hope. That was fine and dandy for his church-goers on Sunday morning, but for Ethan, he wanted something more, something real from his father instead of just the canned response laced with a Bible verse.

That was all in the past now. Ethan knew his father had relocated to the place he had always dreamed about, worked for, spoke of, and looked forward to every waking moment of his life—Heaven.

Ethan let out a short chuckle and shook his head as he peered up at the ceiling. “You got what you always wanted, Dad. Now you’re with Jesus and Mom.”

His eyes started to become heavy as the night was turning toward day outside his bedroom window. Ethan shut the lid of his MacBook and slipped back beneath the covers in his bed. He was able to finally find slumber.



A Novel About Love And Loss

Love and loss are a part of life for many people on this planet, Christians are not excluded. The question is how do we deal with it? Through inspiring characters, a great plot, and encouraging Bible verses, this story hopes to answer this question and more. I know you’ll love reading this inspiring story.

Through much prayer and consideration, T.K. Chapin has fashioned this story into a piece of Christian literature that will bless you in reading and encourage you in your walk with Christ.

About The Author

Christian Author T.K. Chapin Portrait

The Christian Author Who Keeps God At The Center Of Everything.

T.K. CHAPIN is an award-winning Inspirational Christian Romance and fiction author who designs his stories to inspire and tug on your heartstrings.

He believes that telling authentic stories of faith, love, and family helps build the faith of believers while inviting non-believers into the reality of God.

Each story highlights how God can work in the lives of those who follow Him.

Chapin gives all credit for his writing and storytelling abilities to God. The majority of his stories take place in and around his hometown of Spokane Washington.

Chapin & his wife reside in Southeast Idaho and have three children.

When not writing, he enjoys traveling, swimming, and spending time with friends & family.

Vision For Christian Romance Novels With Realistic Characters

Christian romance novels are often just about two people falling in love, but it goes far beyond just that in T.K. Chapin books.

Real-to-life stories about realistic people are in every single book that Chapin writes.

People struggle with their life and sometimes their faith, Chapin captures that in every story he tells.

If you’re looking for a Christian romance novel that not only entertains but also inspires, pick up a copy of one of the many titles T.K. Chapin has published.

The Vision

As a Christian author, speaker and entrepreneur, it’s T.K. Chapin’s hope and desire to help build the Kingdom of God for His glory alone. It’s through the stories, articles, and connections with others that this is made possible.

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Branch Publishing (April 8, 2019)

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