{"id":252344,"date":"2026-07-13T01:58:32","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:58:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/as-far-as-the-eye-can-see-clarise-rivera-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:58:32","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:58:32","slug":"as-far-as-the-eye-can-see-clarise-rivera-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/as-far-as-the-eye-can-see-clarise-rivera-1\/","title":{"rendered":"As Far As The Eye Can See – Clarise Rivera (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u200bShe walked to the kitchen gracefully, and he thought she looked stunning in a completely understated way. Her perfume lingered by him, and he felt the need to excuse himself, stepping outside for a minute to regain his composure. People began to arrive a few minutes later.<\/p>\n

Paco and Celia came with Xavier, Sam, and Margaret. Paco was dressed in a nice, dark blue, button- down shirt and dark jeans, and Celia was wearing a leopard-print long- sleeved blouse and black leggings. Her long, curly hair was pulled back into a French braid. Paco carried in two ice chests full of smoked meat and drinks.<\/p>\n

Margaret dressed up as well in a long blue jean skirt and a red bulky sweater. Her long, silver hair was piled lazily on her head. She wore a little too much eye makeup, but she was happy to be there. She had followed Emily\u2019s instructions and made Sam wear the sweater and button-down shirt Emily laid out. He and Xavier disappeared to Gavin\u2019s living room to find something on Netflix. \u201cI brought the brisket.<\/p>\n

Now it\u2019s Thanksgiving! Where do you want it?\u201d Paco asked. Will came alone carrying dinner rolls and a cake from a German bakery, his sons deciding to spend Thanksgiving with their respective girlfriends\u2019 family. Shakes came with his new friend, Amanda, who was at least fifteen years younger than him and cursed like a sailor. Despite her f- bombs, she was considerate enough and brought a pecan pie and a bottle of rum. \u201cIt\u2019s my mom\u2019s recipe. It\u2019s bomb. I mean, out of your fucking mind good.<\/p>\n

I hope you like it,\u201d she said. Emily smiled, grateful her deaf son couldn\u2019t hear the cursing. Gavin walked in from outside with a tall, young man following closely behind him.<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author\u2019s imagination or are used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Cover design by Zach Starr. ISBN-13: 978-1545409947 ISBN-10: 1545409943 1kitap1.com\/en For my family, and my friends who treat me like family\u2026home is where the love is.<\/p>\n

1kitap1.com\/en I would like to thank several people for their love and support for this novel: Peyton, who has been my encouragement for almost twenty years and who provides me quiet time to write when the writing mojo beckons; Sandy, whose passion for the written word, copywriting, and a good ole\u2019 fashioned love story helped in the editing of the novel; Zach, whose creativity and patience allowed for cover art that made me feel like the characters were coming home; David, who patiently explained hay farming and horses too many times to count over the last three years; Val, who knew I was five chapters away from finishing the book and would remind me nightly to push through the resistance; and my numerous family and friends who always offer to read and talk about characters to help make them more believable\u2014thank you for being my tribe.<\/p>\n

1kitap1.com\/en Table of Contents CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CHAPTER NINETEEN CHAPTER TWENTY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE CHAPTER THIRTY CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE EPILOUGUE ABOUT THE AUTHOR 1kitap1.com\/en CHAPTER ONE Emily Mitchell drove up a long stretch of gravel road until she reached a blue farmhouse with a wraparound porch.<\/p>\n

She parked and watched the dust settle around the \u201887 Honda Civic she was driving and let go of the death grip on the steering wheel. The car definitely needed new tires. And brakes. She rolled down the windows, because at 9 a.m. it was still cool in western Ohio in June, and she was burning up from nervousness.<\/p>\n

She gave herself a once over in the rearview mirror, patted down her short, dark hair, and tried to rub away the black circles under her eyes in vain. She looked like hell, the toll of the last few months resting solely on her face. She picked phantom fuzz off the pink shirt and the black slacks she was wearing.<\/p>\n

She hated this outfit, but this was the best she could find, rummaging through her Aunt Margaret\u2019s clothing on such short notice.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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