Heya… are you in Florida? I’ll be signing at Shameless Books Con this weekend.
It is a ticketed event, but man…you got a lot for that ticket, including meeting me! (Come on, you smiled, right?)
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You can always come home. Second chances come a little harder.
Jesse and Zoe were the high school golden couple. Football captain, cheerleader, prom royalty. After graduation, though, Jesse couldn’t resist the urge to experience life outside their small town. He didn’t exactly expect Zoe to wait twelve years for him, but now that he’s back, he finds some small part of him hoping she did.
It’s no big surprise she’s married. The kick in the face is she married his best friend.
Zoe was devastated when Jesse left, but she’s filed those bittersweet memories under “Moved On”. She loves her life, and loves her husband. She has all she needs. And Jesse keeps an honorable distance.
One cold, wet, miserable day, tragedy turns Zoe’s world upside down. Jesse never expected her to simply fall into his arms, but a man can dream. Except his dream doesn’t include the fact that this time, she’s the one hitting the road…and he’s the one left behind.
Warning: This story contains heartbreak, heartache and one last chance for two lovers to find each other.
Some days just went from bad to worse. They started out miserable and just went to outright fucked up as the day progressed.
This had been one of them—it had started out shitty, and hit the fucked-up stage well before lunch had rolled around. Jesse hadn’t even gotten around to eating lunch, something his hollow stomach wasn’t about to let him forget.
He had been back home for six months.
Six lousy, awful months and every damn day, he thought about just leaving. He could sell the car he’d bought, load up his bike and just leave. One of the reasons he’d come back no longer existed…at least not for him.
And because of that, he’d deliberately created himself another reason—he’d bought the town’s sole bookstore. He didn’t know jackshit about running a business, although thank God the store’s manager did and she’d been delighted to hang around, not to mention delighted to hang around with somebody who wasn’t opposed to bringing the store into the current century.
But that was a nightmare of work and today was the pinnacle of those nightmares.
But Tiffany finally had things under control and as she chattered with customers, he slipped into the back office and took five seconds to swear under his breath.
“Lousy day,” he said. “Lousy fucking day.”
The day was done, he could go home, eat. Collapse.
No, he had some books to sort through, he remembered as he stared at the box sitting on his desk. Okay, go home, eat, sort through the books, then collapse.
Hefting the bag of books onto his shoulder, he headed out of the office and slipped out the back door.
The Book Nook had been Warren’s only bookstore for as long as he could remember. Now it was his bookstore. It had gone up for sale just two days after he’d come back home, when he’d seriously been considering whether he’d should get the hell out or really trying making this place his home.
In the end, there hadn’t been much of a contest.
Warren had always been home.
Even if he wanted to snarl or break something every time he saw Zoe and Roger together, he couldn’t leave just for that. He hadn’t come back just for Zoe. Even though part of him had hoped…
A new patreon project
Check out the next Patreon Project, THE DOUBTED, a new story in the FBI Psychics series. Still progress, but hoping to finish it this month or next.
No, it’s not Nalini and Tucker’s book. I’m working up to that one, but you’ll see some familiar faces, inlcuding Joss, Taige and Jillian.
It’s also going to be a Patreon project, so if you’d like to get early snippets and read it before anybody else, you can join my patreon. Pledges start at just a dollar, and every Patron gets their name entered into a drawing to be tuckerized into the current project…meaning, you may well end up a character!
A short snippet is below and if you’re interested in becoming a Patron, they’ve got a longer read over at the Patron blog.
No. Don’t think about…
Voice churned in her ears. Dully, Nye stared at the little TV she’d brought into the office earlier in the year. They had to keep the noise almost nonexistent and honestly, they had it in there more to thumb their noses at Evil than anything else. It wasn’t the noise that caught her attention, though.
It was something to look at, to focus on, to think about—
And then she saw the words.
Those bright red words, and staring at them made it feel like her eyes were vibrating in their sockets.
Corruption Suspected in Leighton’s Police Department
“Police,” she said, her lips numb.
Suddenly, the images of Hailey disappeared, replaced by something else.
Screams. Blood. Gunshots.
A pair of icy blue eyes—frozen in a mask of death.
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