One accident. Four lives. Forever changed.
"It was only a single moment, but it destroyed us all."
Changing Course After a tragic accident robs him of a future with his wife, Brett Sharp must let go of the past and learn to love again. But what happens when the woman he used to love refuses to accept the woman he can’t live without?
Stolen Course After the loss of his fiancée, Caleb Jones is angry and numb. His only goal is to make the woman who killed her pay. But what happens when everything he knows to be true explodes around him? Who will be left to pick up the pieces, and who will need to be saved from the wreckage?
Among The Echoes After being stripped of her identity, Dr. Erica Hill has long since stopped living. The day she meets celebrity boxer, Slate Andrews, her life drastically changes for the better...and the worse. She's on the run, determined not to take him down with her, but absolutely unable to let him go.
Broken Course After the fated accident that killed her best friend, Sarah Erickson is left consumed by guilt and self loathing. But can a second broken soul be enough to fill the voids of her own? Or will such scarred pasts prove too much for love alone to overcome?
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"Sarah, don't do this. Damn it! Stay with me." I reach over and gently brush the blood-soaked hair off her forehead.
Even in this horrific moment, I'm in absolute awe of how beautiful she looks. Bleeding and broken, unmoving in my arms, she is still the most mesmerizing woman I have ever laid eyes on. Deep down, I know this is just the husk of my wife. My Sarah would never have done this to herself. More importantly, she would have never done this to me. Maybe it takes this level of madness, but I finally realize that I have lost her completely.
Whether she lives or dies, Sarah is gone. This is not the woman who made me laugh more in seven years than the rest of my life combined. She definitely isn't the woman I spent years planning a future with, a future that now no longer exists. I feel a heavy weight in my chest at my silent confession, but oddly enough, I also feel a weight lifted off my shoulders. I have watched this woman disintegrate in front of my eyes for almost seven months. Every day, losing her a little more. The light in her eyes fading, while piece by piece and bit by bit, she lost grip of reality. Mentally, emotionally, and now physically, she's left me.
My Sarah died seven months ago on her way home from dinner, and I will never see her walk back into my life. Suddenly, I can't breathe. I'm terrified—and not only because Sarah might finally succeed in taking her own life. I'm paralyzed by the realization that my life is spiraling down in a free fall headed straight for misery, and the only thing I can think to do is anchor myself to this dying woman. I love Sarah with all my heart, but I am not clinging to the woman in my arms. Rather, I’m clinging to the life I thought we were going to have together. I have to accept that she isn't there anymore. Her heart might still be beating, but the bloody, confused, emotionally lost woman I am holding now is only the shell of my first and only love.
"Where the fuck is that ambulance?!" I yell as loud as my cracking voice will allow. Stroking the little bit of her unmarred skin I'm able to reach, I whisper in her ear, "Hang on, baby." Then I repeat the one sentence I have said almost daily since the tragic event that stole her from me. Maybe I say it for her, maybe just for me, but I know that it’s the biggest lie I have ever uttered. "Just hang on, baby. It’s all going to be okay."
THE GIRL I WAS BEFORE (Falling #3)
NA Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 23, 2015
I’m the selfish one. I suppose that’s the nicest thing people say about me. I’ve heard the other things, too. “Paige Owens is a pretty girl with nothing else to offer. She’s just a good time at a party. She’s stupid, heartless, cold and useless. All she cares about is getting a guy to look at her. Why would anyone want to be her friend?”
Some of those things are true. Others were true. They’re all hurtful.
None of it matters.
I’m ready to make the hard choices. I’m ready to face the consequences. I’m ready to be the girl I was before, and I’m done being the one who lost her way.
I’m ready to become the girl Houston Orr sees when he looks at me.
Houston isn’t a star athlete. He doesn’t play in a band. He’s never going to be president, and his life is so far away from simple and easy it isn’t even funny. He wasn’t part of my plan. But I’m starting to think plans are overrated, and maybe our stories are what we make them. And mine depends entirely on me, and the choices I make…starting now.
Houston is my fairytale. He’s perfectly imperfect. He’s poetry and life. He’s truth and heartbreak, all rolled up in a tall body with dark hair, broad shoulders and green eyes that lull me into submission. He’s nothing I ever thought I wanted, but the very thing I need. He’s the only guy I’ve ever really loved, and he thinks I’m a princess. I fell into him, and now I’m holding on.
But sometimes life takes away our ability to choose. Sometimes…things aren’t in your control. Sometimes, it hurts to be selfless. My only hope is that when it comes time to choose, I get it right.
Welcome to my once upon a time and wish for happily ever after.
Book Blitz: At Any Moment (Gaming The System #3) by Brenna Aubrey~ Bianca's Review, Excerpt, and Giveaway
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
If you think Mia and Adam endured lot during the first two books, think again. At Any Moment gripped me from the beginning to the end. Two people are wrecked to their core with secrets and betrayal. But throughout it all, their love for each other never swayed. This book absolutely solidifies that love isn’t easy, but it’s worth it.
“...I love your soul, which feels, sometimes, like it’s mine, only in your body.”
At Any Moment picks up where the last book left off. Mia has admitted her secrets to Adam. His whole world turns upside down at the thought of losing love. But his love for Mia doesn’t falter. It grows stronger. Mia’s love for Adam magnifies as he supports her through the most heart breaking decision a woman should ever have to make. These two are put through the ringer. They both have made mistakes and continue to learn from them. Because that is what you do when you so deeply love someone as Adam and Mia love each other. Their love is tested over and over.
This series, Gaming The System has been a favorite of mine since the moment I started the first book. As Mia and Adam’s story continued, my love for this series and it’s characters has grown and I consider this definitely to be at the top of my all time favorites. The author’s talent for writing not only shines through her flawless writing style, but in the development of her characters and plot. This is no ordinary New Adult novel. This goes beyond that. The author gives her characters depth. Her characters are genuine and the delivery in there voices, strong. With some series, you find that by the third book, the story has lost its steam and that there is nothing else to be discovered. This is not the case for At Any Moment. If anything, the story goes deeper.
There is a reason for being vague regarding the plot of the story. Adam and Mia’s journey though pain, loss, trust, and love is to be experienced. I do not think there are words to accurately describe the emotion felt within this story by Adam and Mia as well as the secondary characters. Your heart will break. You will cry. But you will also laugh and rejoice. For a love that challenges the idea of love itself. Their love goes there. And beyond. You will watch two people fall irrevocably in love all over again. Adam and Mia are the epitome of true love. And why love truly conquers all.
This heart wrenching, beautiful story will consume you. I was emotionally invested in this story. We do not realize the depth of Adam and Mia’s love until this book. Yes they were two people destined to fall in love, when love was anything but expected or wanted. Their love knows no boundaries. It defeats them. Their love has no end, because it always endures. Always.
She waited to answer me, keeping her gaze glued to the sky. “I can’t find Draco.”
I looked up again. There were no stars to be seen. The black of night was completely covered by the dull gray of low coastal clouds.
She took in a shaky breath and then shot me a look before her eyes darted away like skittish birds. “You told me that Draco is always in the sky—no matter what time of night, no matter where you are in the northern hemisphere. You can always find it. But I can’t see it tonight. What does that mean?”
I reached out and touched her smooth, cool cheek with the back of my knuckles. She was trembling so slightly that it was almost impossible to notice. “You can’t see Draco because you can’t see any stars tonight. It’s the marine layer.”
The breath shivered out between her lips and she closed her eyes. I continued to stroke her cheek. “I want to see it. I need to see it.”
“You just have to trust me. You can’t see it, but it’s there, I promise. Do you trust me?”
Her head sank as she lay back flat on the sand. I bent over her, looking upside down into her eyes. Our gazes locked. Suddenly it was hard to breathe. I stroked her cheek again. Her eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings. She was as delicate as one of them. As fragile. And I’d never thought of her in those terms before.
She was vulnerable. And in many ways she was at the mercy of everyone around her. Including me. My throat tightened.
She watched me for long moments, reaching up and hooking her hand around my neck as if afraid I would pull away. “You know what I love most about your eyes?” she asked.
I frowned, confused at the abrupt change of subject.
Her thumb moved across the back of my neck and I tried to ignore the tingling her light touch evoked. I wanted to pull her hand away but she was so breakable.
“They are so beautiful—your eyes. And so different.”
I sighed, tried to laugh it off. Emilia’s intensity was unusual but not surprising. It didn’t take a genius to understand why she’d be feeling somber tonight. “Men don’t like being called beautiful…”
She grimaced at me and I saw a glimpse of my Mia return. “Whatever. Deal with it. Your eyes are beautiful. In a totally manly way, of course.”
I smiled but didn’t reply.
She tightened the clamp of her hand around my neck, pulling me closer to her. Our eyes were inches from each other but I didn’t look away though intensity of her gaze made me feel like I was staring into a 1000-watt spotlight.
“They are so dark, so mysterious. I used to think of them as curtains, or shutters. To close off what was going on inside. But tonight I think of them as…mirrors. Reflecting everything. I can see myself in there.”
My breath stuttered a little. “Oh…” I answered in the smallest whisper that seemed to get swallowed up in the ambient sounds around us, the regular lap of the water on the shore, the distant hiss of the freeway even in the early morning. “Oh, you’re in there, Mia. You are most definitely in there.”
And then without thinking, just feeling, my mouth sank to hers. I was bent over her, our heads facing different ways, my top lip sealed over her bottom lip, and she opened to me and I tasted her. I was kissing her upside down. And this kiss held more than passion, more than a declaration of desire. It held love. My love. Her love. They collided like waves crashing against a barrier that prevented them from meeting. Like that rugged, unmovable jetty that protected the harbor from the worst of the weather on the south-facing coast.
“Spider-man kisses,” she murmured against my mouth. I kissed her chin, her cheeks and the tip of her nose. She referred to the famous kiss Spider-man shared with Mary Jane in the first Marvel movie. Completely unaware that Spider-man was her next-door neighbor, Peter Parker, Mary Jane had peeled back his mask from the bottom half of his face and passionately kissed him in the rain as he dangled upside down from his web. Spider-man kisses.
But was I as disguised to her as Peter Parker had been from Mary Jane? In many ways, I was. I wore a mask because this wasn’t the time for us to deal with all the bullshit that had gone on between us. My lies. Her lies. Our respective secrets. They’d created that barrier between our hearts and there was no telling if they were surmountable.
A thin, silvery tear leaked from the corner of her eye. I pretended not to notice, pulling back, stroking her cheek.
“I’m sorry…for everything,” she whispered.
“I know. I’m sorry for everything too.”
Book Blitz: Depths of Lake (The McCain Saga #3) by Keary Taylor (@kearytaylor)~ Author Interview, Excerpt, & Gift Card Giveaway!
The McCain Saga
EVER AFTER DRAKE
MOMENTS OF JULIAN
DEPTHS OF LAKE
PLAYING IT KALE (January 20, 2014)
“Lake?” I call quietly. No reply.
I push the door open a bit more and step inside. I look back toward the bedroom. As far as I can see, it’s empty. And the door to the bathroom is open and the light off.
“Lake?” I call once more.
A soft snore pulls my eyes to the couch, and there I find him.
He’s changed into a pair of dry jeans, but that’s all he’s wearing. A thickly muscled arm is lying across his eyes, his other arm hanging down toward the floor. Bare feet hang over the arm of the couch.
His perfectly sculpted chest bears seven stars tattooed over his left breast.
His brows are furrowed, his expression concerned.
He’s a soldier who’s engaged in combat and he’s seen some horrible things. He saw Cal blown to pieces. I can only imagine the hell he must be seeing behind those lids right now.
I’m torn. I want to wake him from whatever nightmare I know he’s having. But I also know about PTSD and how dangerous it can to be to wake a soldier in this state.
His left shoulder twitches violently. His face winces.
“Lake,” I say, soft and gentle.
He gives a little twitch, like me calling his name entered his dream, but he doesn’t wake.
“Lake,” I say, this time louder. I keep my distance, standing by the door.
He jerks up from the couch, half sitting up. His right hand reaches for his hip, as if he’s searching for a sidearm. His eyes sweep the room and fix on me. They’re bloodshot and wide.
“It’s okay,” I say, keeping my tone even and calm. “It’s just me.”
His breathing is hard and fast and it takes a minute for him to calm down and realize he isn’t out on the battlefield, in the middle of a warzone.
“What do you want?” he asks. His voice is hard and flat.
Soldiers don’t like admitting when they’re dealing with post-field issues. I’ve caught him in a moment of trauma, and he doesn’t like it.
“Mom’s just about got dinner ready and asked me to come get you,” I say. I’m not offended by his hard tone. I understand. “I’m sorry to wake you, but you looked like you were in a place you needed extraction from.”
He looks at me for another really long minute. Lake has the most impassive eyes. I can’t tell what’s going on behind them. Is he angry? Is he embarrassed? Indifferent? It’s impossible to tell.
“Yeah,” he finally replies. He climbs off the couch and walks to the bedroom. He looks over his shoulder at me just before he disappears behind the door. My eyes drop away from him, embarrassed to realize he’s just caught me staring and embarrassed for the fact that I was.
But who couldn’t admire a body like that?
Tell us a little bit about The McCain Saga.
This is a family saga about three brothers and one sister. The McCains all have big personalities and crazy love stories. And they always have each others backs. Each book is told from a different woman’s point of view, Kaylee Ray, Sage McCain, Riley James, and Whitney Ford.
Describe DEPTHS OF LAKE in five words.
Each of the McCain books is told from a different characters point of view. Which of them to you relate to the most?
There’s certainly a little piece of me in each and every one of them. I’d say I have Kaylee’s positive outlook on life, Sage’s ambition, Riley’s independence, and Whitney’s creativity. But the one I relate to the MOST is probably Sage. We both have a bit too much pride and are always reaching for something more.
Writing adult contemporary romance is a new thing for you. What made you decide to make the jump to that genre?
I was actually working on a YA paranormal when I started feeling a bit overwhelmed and burned out. I’d just finished my sci-fi series in one year, and I needed something different. I needed something that was just FUN to write. So I sat down and started on MOMENTS OF JULIAN. It wrote it exactly how I wanted to write it with no readers in mind. It was therapy for me. And then I couldn’t stop thinking about her brothers. And that’s how The McCain Saga came to be!
So, what else have you written?
I have my most popular series, a NA paranormal romance: the Fall of Angels trilogy (BRANDED, FORSAKEN, VINDICATED, and novelette, AFTERLIFE). And then my NA post-apocalyptic romance: The Eden Trilogy (THE BANE, THE HUMAN, THE EVE, shorts THE RAID and THE ASHES). And then I have a YA contemporary standalone, WHAT I DIDN’T SAY.
Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?
Riley James is a country girl through and through. Both for the fact that she runs a ranch and trains horses, and she’s the daughter of a career Marine. She loves America, and was engaged to a Marine. And then he died. So when Lake, another soldier, comes into her life, she’s a bit broken. But she’s one of the strongest women you’ll meet.
Keary Taylor grew up along the foothills of the Rocky Mountains where she started creating imaginary worlds and daring characters who always fell in love. She now resides on a tiny island in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and their two young children. She continues to have an overactive imagination that frequently keeps her up at night. She is the author of THE EDEN TRILOGY, the FALL OF ANGELS trilogy, and WHAT I DIDN'T SAY. To learn more about Keary and her writing process, please visit www.KearyTaylor.com.
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Release Day Launch: One Funeral (No Weddings #2) by Kat Bastion and Stone Bastion~Includes Excerpt and Giveaway
At the faux-funeral, Cade teases Hannah about bathroom trips…and other things…
We stepped out into the main room, which was done up just like a funeral viewing, from the spray of flowers at the front to the rows of uncomfortable-looking chairs. And of course, there was a huge ornate cross up on the dais, but then again, we were in a church.
Okay, this isn’t so bad. It’s a funeral.
After a quick scan of the room, I saw Cade. He looked miserable until the moment his gaze locked onto mine. Then he dropped his head, slumping in shame.
I burst out laughing.
Drawn to him, I crossed the room without a second thought. “Nice tie.”
He tugged at the bright collar at his neck, grumbling, “Don’t forget the cummerbund.”
“That’s nothing. Look at me.” I plucked at the shiny, pink fabric. “Isn’t this the most ghastly thing ever to be called a dress? It’s a monstrosity in taffeta.”
He backed up a step, making a show of visually drinking in my entire body from head to toe. “I don’t know, Maestro. All I see is a burlap bag.” His eyes flickered with heat. “And petticoats.”
My legs bounced with sudden excitement, and I forced air out of my lungs on a slow exhale. Cade did things to me—heated, body-rocking, mind-spinning things—and I wanted unlimited amounts of that kind of medicine tonight.
How ironic. I wanted some of Cade’s wild-and-crazy to calm me.
“I need you tonight, Cade. This whole” —I gestured frantically to my outfit, then his— “getup is freaking me out a little.”
He put firm hands on my shoulders, staring hard at me. “A little?”
I thought about the great strides I’d made in therapy and how what I believed became reality. I was stronger than a bridesmaid dress. I’d learned how to separate my present from my past in therapy, and there was no way I was going to let all of that progress unravel now.
Tonight, in a bright pink bridesmaid dress, I made a vow to myself to enjoy the present moment.
I tilted my head and shook it. “No, I’m okay. Even if what I’m wearing is a travesty.”
He pulled me closer and held me against his solid chest, wrapping his arms around me. “But I liked the whole ‘I need you’ part. What if I never leave your side tonight? Would that help?”
“Done.” He pulled back. “So to clarify the details, if I have to lift and hold your petticoats while you pee, will you lift and hold something when it’s my turn?” Wicked eyes glittered down at me.
I gaped. “You are not lifting anything of mine while I pee.”
“But I’m never leaving your side tonight.”
I cast him a sidelong glance, grumbling, “What did I just agree to?”
He chuckled, flagging down a waiter who held a tray of filled Champagne glasses. “Something very interesting from my point of view.” He grabbed two glasses. “Here, drink up. The night is young, and I intend to accompany you to no less than three bathroom trips.”
I jabbed an elbow into his ribs. “Pig.”
He coughed until his shoulders shook from laughter.
I swiped a glass from his hand and glared at him while I drank down the liquid courage, not yet caring that it would make his petticoat-lifting wishes come true.
He slid his hands into his pants pockets, rocking back on his heels, as the corners of his lips twitched. “Actually, I’ve been told I’m hung like a horse.”
I sputtered, choking on my Champagne.
He grinned. “Care to confirm?” He chugged his glass, a crime with the ten-dollars-per-swallow Cristal. “I’ll keep up with you. Then we’ll each fulfill our end of the bargain. Lift and hold. Keep practicing the technique in your mind.”
“I am not holding…there’s no way I’m touching…”
Cade grinned and leaned down, brushing his lips along my jawline. His hot breath fanned an erotic path up the side of my neck until a kiss caressed my ear. “My massive cock?”
My breaths came in short bursts, my heart racing. All I could think of now was Cade’s massive cock. And all I wanted to do was see it. Touch it.
I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath as aching heat pulsed between my legs. When he pulled back, I stared at him. All I could manage was a nod.
What was I nodding to? That yes, I did want to touch it? My thoughts fuzzed.
“That’s right, Hannah. We both know you want to, now. I hope it’s the only thing you think about all night.”
I forgot everything I’d been worried about. Oh, I was still stuck in my head all right. But my thoughts had definitely guttered. All I could think about now was petticoat lifting and other…huge…things. When the waiter went by again, I grabbed another Champagne flute.
Cade barked out a laugh, grabbing another too. He held it up near mine for a private toast. “To adventures together no matter where we go. Most especially in the bathroom.”
I laughed, shaking my head as we clinked glasses to the most ridiculous toast ever. And yet I couldn’t wait for the adventures to begin.
Most especially in the bathroom.
Thank you for reading and sharing this sexy, humorous excerpt. We hope you read and enjoy the rest of this portion of Cade and Hannah’s story in One Funeral.
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*** PLEASE NOTE ***
Scorching (explicit) sex scenes.
Fire extinguisher highly recommended.
*** The No Weddings Series Release Dates ***
No Weddings ~ Sep 8th
One Funeral ~ Sep 29th
Two Bar Mitzvahs ~ Oct 20th
Three Christmases ~ Nov 17th
“It looks like Princess Aurora found her soul mate. Who am I to stand in between them?”
“Do you believe that?” he asked, his voice solemn.
“In soul mates.” He cocked his head to the side and looked genuinely interested in my answer.
Of course, I believed in ‘the one.’ I also believed that I’d already lost him. “I believe that there’s one special person that is the perfect fit, and that it’s no coincidence when we find them. You?”
“Certainly, some are better suited for each other than others,” he said, nodding to the dogs sitting side-by-side at our feet. “But I don’t believe in ‘the one.’” He leaned against the trunk of my car and eyed me as if he thought I was made of glass and his words would shatter me. He was right to wonder.
Jonathan had been my soul mate. We’d been very young when we’d met – just nineteen. Yet, I’d known immediately that he was it for me, that he was the one. In fact, I’d called my mother the next day and told her that I’d met the guy I was going to marry. There had never been anyone else and he’d felt the same way. If that wasn’t the definition of soul mates, I didn’t know what was.
Father Paul seemed to sense my feelings on the subject but barged ahead anyway. “Have you ever wondered where it comes from … the idea of there being just ‘one’ perfect counterpart for every person?”
“Walt Disney?” I asked, pointing at Princess Aurora.
He shook his head. “Actually, it originated from the Greek philosophy of Plato who believed that man and woman are made of one body and separated by the gods, forced to spend their lives searching for each other so that they can be complete.” He was silent for a moment before continuing, “Obviously that goes against what I believe.”
“Each of us is a complete person all on our own. You are complete person on your own, Grace. That was true six months ago, and it’s true today. You may not feel like it, but even without him, you are complete.”
I scuffed the toe of my shoe in the dirt while I considered his words, noticing that he’d purposefully framed his argument without mentioning God.
Father Paul was walking a fine line with me and he knew it. He was being very careful not to say something that he knew would push me away; yet, he’d still managed to get his message across.
He flipped his ball cap around so that it sat backwards on his head. The act had the dual effect of revealing his face – and the utter sincerity etched across it – and returning the Greek mythology-spewing priest beside me to a mere mortal man again.
I crumbled just a bit.
His mouth turned down as he squinted into the sun. “Of course, I’ve never been in love like you have.”
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
If there is one thing I love about this author and this series is that I become absolutely engrossed in the story from beginning to end. Temper For You was no exception. While this can be read as a standalone, I highly suggest reading the first two in the series so you do not miss out on the rest of the amazing stories.
Meg is living in Sam’s apartment while she finishes her graduate degree in Sociology. We meet Westly briefly in book 2, but he is still a bit of a mystery. Yes. THAT Westly. I had no idea what I was in for with this book. Didn’t expect to love him that much. Meg learns that Wes is her new neighbor. While she is annoyed and upset over this, you can feel the constant inner struggle she battles. Meg is attracted to Wes in more ways than she would like to admit. And Wes? He feels it too. But he doesn’t do attachmentss. No relationships. Well. That’s what he thinks.
Meg is such a strong character throughout this book. I was extremely happy when I learned she was getting a story as well. It’s so refreshing when a writer not only has a great hero, but an amazing heroine. It gives the story such life. And Wes? I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I adore him! Watching Meg and Wes fall in love was beautiful. They are so genuine. Their connection was deeper than I could have ever imagined. I loved the sense of mystery in this book. Meg’s past finally gets revealed. It wasn’t what I expected. Sure, there were small clues along the way, especially since this is her book, but when it came out? Just wow. The author truly goes outside of the norm. She goes where many authors attempt to go, but pale in comparison. The mystery doesn’t just stop there. There is SO much to this story. And if you’ve read any other Genna Rulon books you know that she doesn’t do mediocre. You will be on the edge of your seat. You will feel everything. This story is executed in a way that will capture your heart. Giving away the plot would be a disservice to the reader. You don't read this book. You experience it.
Temper For You is flawlessly written. The characters are charming, witty, sarcastic, and always have the reader engaged in the story. The story and it’s characters are full of depth. The author has a true talent when it comes to the art of story telling. Although the story is told in both the POVs of Meg and Wes, the transitions are seamless. I thought that Meg and Wes’s story is an amazing addition to the series. Well done! I look forward to more of the author’s work.
Genna Rulon is an up-and-coming contemporary romance author who loves nothing more than a good love story.
During her 15 years in the corporate world, Genna, inspired by her love of reading, fantasized about penning her own stories. Encouraged by her favorite authors, many of whom are indie writers and self-published, she committed to pursue her aspirations of writing her own novels.
Genna was raised on Long Island in New York, where she still resides, surrounded by the most amazing family and friends. Married to a wonderful man who patiently tolerates her ramblings about whichever book she is currently working on, even feigning interest relatively convincingly! Genna is blessed with two little boys who do their best to thwart mommy's writing time with their hilarious antics and charming extrapolations.
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I absolutely adore reading - always have and always will. My friends growing up used to tease me when I would trail after them, trying to read and walk at the same time. If I have downtime, odds are you will find me reading or writing.
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Heidi is the author of USA Today, Digital Book World, Amazon and Barnes & Noble Bestselling novel, Forever My Girl.
Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell and two Parakeets.
During the day Heidi is behind a desk talking about Land Use. At night, she's writing one of the many stories planned for release or sitting court-side during either daughter's basketball games.
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Released Day Blast: Every Time I Think of You by @tgarvisgraves ~ Includes An idea was born, Excerpt, and Giveaway
We're celebrating the release of Every Time I Think of You by best selling Author Tracey Garvis-Graves!
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An idea was born.