For Better or For Worse by Ingrid Nickelsen

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For Better or For Worse

a paranormal/ fantasy romance


Ingrid Nickelsen

Published: February 25, 2013

by Untold Press

Untold Press

FBOFWsmWhen one story ends, another begins.

Evangeline lived a long fulfilling life. Loving mother and wife, she had everything she could wish for…until a tragic car accident took it all away from her.

Awakening in a new world with the body of a young woman, Evangeline doesn’t remember anything about her life, not even her own name. Luckily she has godparents to help guide her in this new society of the dead. As she struggles to fit in, deep inside, she can sense something is missing, a part of her that she can’t recall. When a mysterious man claims he can help get her memory back if she agrees to keep their nocturnal meetings a secret, she can’t refuse. Everything about him screams trouble, but she can’t seem to stay away. Every moment spent with him makes her feel alive again.

Is she really prepared to unveil her past completely, from beginning to end? Everything is not as it seems in her new found home, and her new life may also end in tragedy.

Rest in fear, Evangeline.

~Ingrid Nickelsen’s Bio~

 INickelsenIngrid is a 23-year-old French girl, college student, and dreamer. She currently resides in Paris, where she spends most of her time going to museums and the movies. Despite the romantic atmosphere in Montmartre, or even the fancy cafés in the Champs Elysées, she would easily trade it all for a nice walk in the woods with her schnauzer, Golden. She is always craving adventures, and finds that books are the cheapest way to travel to far-away lands. She is inwardly convinced that words have the power to heal the worst blisters on our hearts, or at least can make us forget about them for a little while. And sometimes, it is just enough to face another crazy day.

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5 Alien Stars

Life after death with a twist of fate? Kind of, but not really? Confused yet, okay so this is the deal.


Evangeline (Eve) is a devoted wife and mother. The story begins when Eve decides to meet her daughter and grandson. As soon as Eve’s husband, Josh comes home the two head out…and then disaster strikes. A terrible car crash later and Eve suddenly finds herself in a new, strange place…with no memory of who she is, where she came from, or the people she left behind.


“What hurts is to have no one to hold. What hurts is to be dead, and forced to survive. What hurts is that trying to survive breaks me.”  ~Ingrid Nickelson

Eve’s arrival in the ‘between’ comes as a shock, but her Godparent, Brielle rushes in to make her transition as smooth as possible. Her new life seems strange yet beautiful and even though Evangeline can’t remember her life before she died, she feels a sort of wrongness around her. Brielle shows Eve to her new home, instructs her to rest and everything will be peachy in no time.

Uncertainty weighs heavily in her mind until she meet Will. Handsome, but extremely broody and very mysterious, Will takes Eve on nightly trips back to his place. There seems to be an unspoken connection between Eve and Will, but why? Questions pile up but the thing is, no one is willing to share answers with her.


Eve is introduced to so many people during her stay in the between. Some, Eve feels she can call friends, but others she would rather keep her distance from. Eve learns that her home mailbox delivers letters connecting her to people from her past. Only the letters create an ache so painful she refuses to try to remember. She doesn’t want to feel their pain, or her own. Will is the only person who makes her connect with her past…and then learns she was in a car accident with a man…her husband. But what does this mean for her and Will? Who is Will, really, and why can’t she see him during the daytime hours? Again, more questions and left with no answers.

Then Eve meets her husband, Josh. Fireworks and tingly feelings erupt, except they don’t. Eve doesn’t remember him, and worse yet, she feels like she should be with Will…

For Better or For Worse is a maze of strange, beautiful and creative wonder. The ending brought tears to my eyes, I mean seriously, I had tears. Evangeline is such a strong character and refuses to abide by their rules. I could go on forever about the up’s and down’s this story provided, but then I’d give everything away and how fun would that be, right? Ingrid Nickelson is so amazing. I recommend she be added to everyone’s up and coming new author list. Ingrid, you’ve fashioned an inspiring story with depth, wonder, and awe. Well done, my dear. Well done. Read below for an excerpt of For Better or For Worse  ❤


“Everything’s gonna be okay.”

Everything is going to be okay. I should repeat it to myself like a broken record. Everything is going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay. Why does it seem like these words have lost all their meaning?

“I promise.” He embraces my waist to push me closer to his warm chest.

“How is it going to be okay?” I shake my head, unable to restrain my tears from rolling down my burning cheeks. “How? He’s dead!”

I bury my face into his collarbone to stifle my crying, listening to nothing else but the sound of his beating heart. I feel it pounding fast and hard, matching mine. It makes me cry even more. I don’t want him to be strong for the both of us. That, too, isn’t fair.

He puts his hand on the back of my head. “I’m so sorry.”

I curl up against him and move my head slightly to glance at the dark ocean. This sandy beach is my favorite place on earth. This is where he kissed me for the first time. This is the place that always reminds me someone truly loves me, and sometimes it’s just enough to chase the hurt. This is my haven.

At least it was, until now.

I ran to meet him here as soon as my little brother released my hand in his hospital bed. I knew he wouldn’t force me to speak, and he didn’t. He just held me close. It took the time of a wave dying in the vast ocean’s arms for me to fall down in a faint, my legs quaking like an aspen leaf. His grip was so tight he fell to his knees, too, resolute not to abandon me in my rare moment of weakness.

It feels so good to be weak. I don’t care if my face is washed with tears or if I have red rims around my eyes. I need this loss of myself. I need him and my haven.

“I’m sorry, Eve. So sorry.” He sighs, clasping me tighter against him to calm me down. “I wish I could do something, anything to relieve your pain. I hate being so helpless,” he hisses between clenched teeth. “It kills me.”

I peek up at him, trying to find a light of hope, but I see nothing. Tonight, I’m more aware than anyone that love isn’t possession. It doesn’t stand still. My world can fly away in the blink of an eye, and there’s absolutely nothing I can do to fight the ruthless, cold, and brutal wind that likes to come without calling.

“I…I just want…the world to disappear,” I choke out between my sobs. The thick air is getting unbearable, harder to breathe. I press my hand against my breastbone. It hurts. It hurts too much. “I can’t live anymore, I don’t want to. Not like this. Please make it stop,” I beg him. “Just make it stop. It hurts.”

He holds my face in his hands to make sure I meet his serious gaze.

“Listen to me,” he says slowly, scanning my face as he speaks. “I’m on your side. There are times when I wish I could escape this crazy world. But you know what? It’d be a terrible mistake to switch our life off if we get the chance.”

I vaguely wipe my face with the back of my hand, lowering my gaze.

“Yes, you can be hurt and awfully bruised inside,” he continues, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “Sometimes you get so scared to face the day you could suffocate. But I love you.”

His last words take me by surprise. I know he does. I just didn’t expect him to say them now.

“I love you,” he says again, his voice catching ever so slightly. He strokes my face once more. “I don’t want to switch my life off… because you are my life.”

I feel paralyzed for a brief moment. It doesn’t make any sense. Who am I supposed to thank for the love he’s offering me? Are they the same odds that are against me tonight? Those who first harm me to bless me next?

I desperately love him. I do. So much. He’s always been my hero, and logically speaking, a hero is supposed to be indestructible. He’ll be here, until the end of time. I have to be sure of that. I want to be sure of that.

“He’s gone.” I shrug sadly, more tears falling out of my eyes. “He’ll never be seventeen. I’ll never get the chance to see him anymore. Never again…It’s over.” I try to put together in a wrecked breath, willing for more comfort.

“No, he’s not. He’s right here,” he says, pointing at my hammering heart. “He’s probably in a better world now.”

I instinctively look up at the starry sky with a broken smile. I hope he is. He deserves to be.

“Eve.” He tips my chin down to hold my gaze. “Maybe now is the time to share what’s in your heart, too. There’s no forever.”

I quickly shake my head.

“Don’t say that.” I take a long, ragged breath. I really don’t know how to breathe anymore. “We have time.”

The disappointed light in his eyes is his only reply.

He bends down instead, and softly puts his lips close enough to touch mine. His hands travel up my cheeks and fondle my hair as he gives me a tender kiss. These are the ones I love the most. Our breath mingles together as I forget the world around us, and just like that, the ache begins to vanish little by little.

Not entirely, but just enough for the dizziness to take over so I may abandon myself in my most secured place.

His arms.

He knows I want to say those three words. I just need more time.


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