Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense Novels and Novellas
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Amethyst, WI is a small, peaceful town on a pristine lake with an active tourist season in summer. When the air turns chill, the area is transformed into a ghost town with only a handful of lifers who stay. Populated with colorful characters, Amethyst is bursting with mystery, romance, and jealousy. Come and visit a place where anything is possible all-year-round.
I already posted excerpts for the two newest books in this series during TRS’ Thanksgiving Party. Below you’ll find a sneak peak excerpt from BRIAR’S PATCH, Book 7, as well as blurbs for Books 8 and 9.
BRIAR’S PATCH, Book 7, Adventures in Amethyst Series
Coming January 2017
As a teenager, Roman “Bud” Marasek was shy and withdrawn, a farmer’s kid who grew up to be a farmer himself. The first girl he loved was Briar Sankey, a popular girl with big, beautiful eyes and a wild clothing and makeup style. It took him years to work up the courage to ask her out, and their date was the best night of his life. But, when she never answered his calls after that and started dating the star athlete, he’d realized he’d only been wishing for the moon. Years passed, Bud fell in love with Evette, had a daughter, and his wife died unexpectedly. Raising Harper hasn’t been easy alone, but at forty-seven he feels completely unprepared for being both father and mother to a moody teenage daughter with too many boyfriends and life-and-death meltdowns. He turns to Briar for help. Briar is running her mother’s restaurant, has finally toned down her style, and, unbelievably, has never married and seems content to be alone. Looks are deceiving…
Briar had spent her life confident she had all the time in the world to make a life for herself and any choice she wanted. At forty-seven, she no longer has the same choices. With both of her parents gone, she’s the only one left to run the restaurant, her mother’s legacy to the small town of Amethyst and what she considers her “patch” in the big, wide world. Additionally, the few eligible men in the area don’t interest her.
Letting slip an unintended faux pas, a friend of both Briar and Bud reveals to Briar that Bud has had a thirty year crush on her. Suddenly his reason for coming by the café nearly every day of his life takes on startling meaning. In truth, she’d barely noticed him most of the time. When he asks her for help with Harper, she can’t refuse. And suddenly she’s seeing Bud in a whole new light…and falling in love with the sweet, shy man who’s been there all along.
Briar’s Patch Excerpt
© Karen Wiesner
Who am I? Briar Sankey asked herself after she’d hugged her closest friends, kissed all their precious babies, and started back to work. What am I doing with my life? Or isn’t this my life? This is the life my parents expected me to lead, to follow through on, but is it the life I actually want to be living?
Only recently had Briar started indulging in a long lunch with her girlfriends every Tuesday. Her lifetime best friend, Lona Rose-Childs, had insisted she start attending, and Briar didn’t doubt the reason for her urging centered of the death of Briar’s mother’s barely two months ago. While Bea was alive, Briar would never have considered skipping work for anything. It wasn’t the way her parents did things…therefore, it wasn’t the way she should act on her own. Lona had pointed out that the family restaurant, Bea’s Café, was running better than ever with Briar in charge and with the addition of several needed, reliable employees that her mother hadn’t allowed her to hire on for so many years.
I never questioned anything my parents did or told me to do. This restaurant wasn’t my business. Even now, I’m not sure it is. It was my parents’ and I was required to run it the way they saw fit. My life has been no different. But now they’re both gone and here I am, still following SOP–not my own. Honestly, I don’t even know what “my own” is…in any aspect of my life. I don’t know who I am or what I want.
As soon as the question filled her mind, Briar realized she did know. All she had to think about was the time she spent with her friends and her friends’ children. Lona, Summer, Sheila and Melina were all married, ecstatically happy, with many children between them that gave their lives purpose and direction.
I’m forty-seven years old, and I’ve never had anything vaguely similar to that. Maybe I never will have any of it. Lona can jokingly call this my “spinster problem”, but she has no idea how that damn list she’s drawn up of all the single men in the area has occupied my thoughts since Mom died. I’m sole owner of a successful, lucrative business–one that makes a profit even during the dead months of winter when Amethyst becomes a ghost town and few people can survive on what little there is for work here, in what can only be considered strictly a resort town. Our population during the cold months dwindles from thousands to a few hundred. I can get by. My parents left me with a considerable inheritance and an ongoing legacy that I’ve turned into something even more financially viable. I don’t want to leave any of that behind, but I want more. I want a husband. More than anything, I want a child of my own. But is any of that even possible anymore?
According the eligible bachelor list that Briar had dismissed every name on countless times, the prognosis wasn’t good. As she parked behind Bea’s Café, she couldn’t help snorting at the irony of remembering she’d once been one of the most popular girls in town with her pick of any of the good guys and not just the leftovers who’d made Lona’s list.
No, she wasn’t likely to fall in love with anyone from Amethyst, and Lona’s crazy suggestion of going on vacation and meeting the man of her dreams was beyond ludicrous. More than once, Briar had considered that she’d have to announce at first contact with her Vacation Prince Charming that she was looking for a husband, and what could scare a guy off faster?
Not much. Except that I’m forty-seven and I want a baby. The safest option is pregnancy now, ASAP, before my birthday coming up in October. Is this even a reasonable option?
Despite her age, Briar was healthy. She rarely came down with so much as sniffles. She’d never had a serious illness. There were no genetic issues to worry about. She didn’t smoke, drank very little. She was in peak health, the optimal weight, and she exercised every single day. There wasn’t a reason why she couldn’t get pregnant, despite her age. She was healthier than most twenty-year-old women. She wanted a baby of her own, no question about that. No other option for her. Since she’d resigned herself to not falling in love within the next few weeks, she needed a sperm donor. Lona’s list came to her mind. Briar had all but memorized it but had never considered the men on it in this light before. Were there any single guys on that list who would have desirable traits as a father to a child, her child?
Walking in the back door of the café, Briar greeted the line cook on duty, and the older woman said, “Harper came in early. She seemed upset. She’s in your office.”
Harper Marasek was sixteen, but she’d been working in the café as a waitress since she was fourteen, back then during summers. She now worked year-round but only part-time during the school year. Briar had found her to be an excellent employee and the customers had always loved her. She was never late and she had the personal responsibility of an extremely mature adult.
Since Harper’s mother had died when she was very young, her father Roman (or “Bud” as everyone except Briar called him) had raised her alone, and he’d done an admirable job of it. As attractive as Harper was–the way her mother had been–it was no surprise she’d always had boys chasing her. For the last six months, she’d been dating Donnie Garner who was just a year older than her. Briar had been glad when she’d started dating someone closer to her age. Ever since Summer’s ex-husband Clay Wooten had come through Amethyst with his sister about a year ago, Harper had done nothing but talk about him. She’d been infatuated at first sight, despite that he was old enough to be her father. While it was true that Clay had the kind of charm big city guys all seemed to have, he’d flirted with Harper as if he hadn’t realized how young she was. Maybe he hadn’t. Players like Clay rarely cared about age. A part of Briar had worried Harper wouldn’t get over him easily, though he’d no doubt forgotten her long before he’d left Amethyst’s borders. Clay and his sister hadn’t been here long, but Harper talked about him on a daily basis for months afterward. Briar had wondering often whether she should tell Roman about the crush. In the end, she hadn’t because he would only become tormented. Fortunately, Donnie had entered the picture and become the center of Harper’s world.
In maturity, few could compete with Harper, luckily, but Roman fretted about her a lot. She looked much older than sixteen and she was remarkably beautiful. Often, Roman asked Briar if he should talk to his daughter about her fashion style–was it too sexy? Should he ask her to tone it down? What was normal for a girl this age? Should he let her stay out until midnight on dates? Was it wrong of him to insist she let him know where she was at all times? Was she too young to be working so hard, between her job and school? She excelled in both.
Briar had reassured him that Harper was a model teenager, her personal style fashionable but tempered, and she wasn’t rebellious in the same way other teenagers usually were. He didn’t need to stress so much. He could trust his own instincts and those he’d lovingly instilled in his daughter.
As soon as Briar entered her office, Harper came to her with tears making her eyes red and hugged her.
“What happened, honey?” Briar asked. She knew all about Harper’s boyfriend woes, the many breakups and makeups with Donnie. The emotional love affair had all but taken over Harper’s life in the last six months.
“We had a fight. He gets so jealous. I don’t know what he wants me to do. I didn’t do anything to encourage Mark’s interest. And I wasn’t flirting.”
“Of course you weren’t. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“We were just talking.”
“Donnie is insecure. It has nothing to do with anything you’ve done or not done,” Briar reminded her patiently. “This is something he has to deal with on his own.”
“I love him. I want him to know that I love him alone. Why can’t he believe that?”
Harper nodded. “You’re right. You’re always right.”
Briar pushed the thick curtain of chestnut hair back from the right side of the teenager’s face. Her dramatic copper eyes were scoured, her mascara running slightly. “Do you want to keep this relationship going, Harper? It’s up to you. How much more can you take? He doesn’t seem capable of change in this regard.”
“I love him,” Harper said again, and it’d been her answer almost since the beginning of the tumultuous relationship.
“Then just keep doing what you’re doing. There’s nothing else to be done.”
Harper nodded. “Okay. Thanks. I’ll call him after I fix my makeup. I’ll hurry. I don’t want to be late for my shift.”
“You can be a few minutes late,” Briar assured her, smiling.
Though Harper thanked her again, Briar knew she wouldn’t consider starting her shift even a minute late. After the teenager went to the restroom to fix herself up and make her call, Briar opened the bottom drawer of her desk and put her purse inside. As she considered her words to Harper, she realized–almost as if everything today was about her having a baby–she was good at this. She was good with children whether they were newborns, toddlers or teenagers. She could handle any age. I’d be a good mother. And, not having a child of my own, raising him or her through every stage of development, would be my greatest regret. I can’t let this slip away from me. I have time. Maybe not a lot, but I can do this.
Briar got up and put on a clean apron before going out to the dining room. Although Harper’s father usually didn’t come in until dinnertime, Roman was already there, his face covered with his distress for his daughter. Briar picked up a full coffee carafe and went to him at the counter.
“How is she?” he asked. “She and that kid had a fight at the house. He left and she…she wouldn’t talk to me.” He sighed, shaking his black-knit-cap-covered head. “Why would she talk to me? I’m her father. She needs a mother. I don’t know how to be what she needs.”
“She’s fine,” Briar assured him, topping off his coffee. “She just needed a little reassurance.”
“Really?” Roman managed, looking at her with his narrow, silver-gray eyes filled with so much trust and willingness to believe her, Briar couldn’t help setting down the carafe and covering his hand with hers.
“Someday you’ll get used to this, Roman,” she assured him, smiling. “Teenage girls are emotional creatures.”
He nodding, expelling a cross between a sigh of relief and a chuckle of embarrassment at possibly overreacting. “She’s really okay?”
He nodded, picking up his cup. “Good.” He sipped, then his relieved gaze found hers again. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Briar. Thank you.”
I’m good at this. This part of life. Being a friend, being a mother, being a shoulder to lean on. I’m good at my job, too. But it’s not enough. Not anymore. It’s time for a change and there’s no one left to tell me I can’t, that it’s wrong, that there is only right way–not my way. This is my life, and I don’t want a single other regret from this point forward.
Briar was right. Somehow Briar was always right. She seemed to understand the facets of human beings–teenage girls especially–better than anyone else on the planet. Bud Marasek couldn’t help marveling at her gift, not for the first time, as his daughter served the customers at her tables with an easy smile and her inborn charm. As usual, he’d overreacted to her tears, wanting to smash and crush whatever hurt her. Like her mother Evette, Harper was the belle of every ball and a consummate hostess, always putting the needs of her guests above her personal problems.
Evette could have handled Harper’s ups and downs as if she was made to do just that. I’m always out of my element. I never know what to say or do, when to do either…or when not to. But when I heard Harper and that too-old, too-experienced boy fighting like that…
Even now Bud’s hands clenched into fists around his half-full coffee mug. Donnie had been accusing Harper of flirting with another guy, trying to make him jealous. In tears, she’d insisted they were only talking. She’d never once considered anything else. Seems to me this kid’s always assuming the worst of an angel. What in the world does she see in him? Beyond that women are always drawn to bad boys…
As if by some magnetic force, Bud lifted his gaze beyond the wide-open counter-window that looked into the flurried activity beyond in the café kitchen. Despite that it was the dinner rush, Briar was calm and cool, handling the stress as she cooked as if it didn’t affect her one iota. And why should it? She’d been handling every aspect of the restaurant since she was a teenager herself. Back then, she’d also juggled an A average in school, one boyfriend after the next–usually a star athlete and, yes, the quintessential bad boy–and satisfying her parents’ demands that she learn the business she would one day inherit.
That day had come. The unbelievable part to Bud was always that Briar had ended up alone. After her parents died–her mother only recently–she’d inherited the family legacy and the restaurant seemed to be the center of her life. Had she deliberately chosen to focus on that to the exclusion of all else? Why?
Though he’d had a crush on Briar Sankey for as long as he could remember, Bud knew he wasn’t the only one who wondered why someone as beautiful as she was at forty-seven remained unmarried. It’d been years since she’d even dated, according to the rumors that never seemed to stop in a small town like Amethyst. Long after the age of true teenage rebellion, Briar had favored a gothic look with dramatic makeup; her long, jet-black hair straight; wearing flowing velvet gowns from another era. Only someone with the God-given, classically beautiful features that Briar possessed could have pulled off such a shocking style either. But, in the last few years, she’d toned down her look. Her makeup was soft and elegant, matching her clothes, and her long hair was wavy, falling around her face in a silken mane. His heart stopped each time he looked her way.
When she turned her head out the order window, Bud quickly immersed his attention over the counter in front of him so she wouldn’t catch him watching her, something he did often since he usually came to the café for dinner every night of his life unless Harper wasn’t working and she wanted to cook, or one of Bud’s sisters brought a casserole over for him and Harper. Bud possessed many skills. Cooking definitely wasn’t one of them. He would have starved at any point of his life without the women he was surrounded with–his mother, sisters, his beloved wife, Briar and Harper. After Evette died thirteen years ago, his older sisters had taken over the cooking. It’d taken him a long time to come out of his grief and realize what a sacrifice they’d made for him and his daughter. Given that all three had large, young families of their own, he’d finally convinced them he could feed himself and Harper. Bea’s Café had become the solution.
I didn’t expect to get over Evette. I loved her so much, so completely. We shared our lives for almost a decade and a half, shared Harper and the orchard that’s been in my family for a hundred years, now an official Century Farm in the state. A part of me thought I would mourn forever.
What were the odds I would end up with a woman like Evette in the first place? She looked like a movie-star of old–classic Katherine Hepburn or Elizabeth Taylor–when we met in New York while I was visiting relatives for the holidays, my first time on my own at twenty. What are the chances that a hick farmer like me would attract someone like her? Her family was from money, high finance, and it showed in everything they owned, the way they spoke, their regal bearing. I went home in love with that perfect woman, never believing for a second I’d catch her. But I took a chance, called her, unbelievable even now, and told her I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
I’m not what most people consider good looking, was never popular in school, not even close, and rarely dated. I was as involved in the orchard as my dad. Farmers tend to get teased in school. How often did I go straight from the goat or horse pens to school? That Briar Sankey went on one perfect date with me when we were sixteen was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence…literally. I didn’t date before or after that. Unbelievably, Evette said she felt the same about me during that phone call. What were the odds?
Long story short, we were married in the orchard a few months later. Almost nine months later to the day, we had Harper. We were so happy. Life was perfect, the way I never imagined mine could be until she got pneumonia after a hard, long, harsh winter. I never thought I’d get over that. But somehow I have…
Coming to the café every night, seeing Briar on a daily basis, was certain to remind Bud of why he’d fallen in love with her when he was just a boy. She had the kind of eyes he could drown in. They were huge, almost like one of the fantasy creatures she was so fond of, almond-shaped and ebony, with the thickest, longest lashes he’d ever seen on a human being before. In truth, she didn’t look real to him sometimes. Every feature on her face had been drawn as if from some higher ideal. Her satin, flawless skin, her perfect mouth, her cheekbones. Even her nose was incomparable. No, she didn’t look anything like her forty-seven years. Since they’d been in the same grade in school and she got to celebrate her birthday during the school year, on Halloween, he knew she was his age. She could have easily passed for twenty though.
He had no hope of attracting her because he hadn’t aged well, as his daughter was fond of pointing out to him of late. He reached up to the ragged knit hat he always put on unconsciously before leaving the house in cold weather. Harper had said that wearing hats contributed to hair thinness and eventually baldness. Bud couldn’t deny that his wispy blond hair had been getting thinner and thinner. He supposed he wore hats to cover it, but ultimately he was only contributing to an ongoing problem that wouldn’t end well.
Briar’s desserts didn’t help him physically either. He couldn’t resist them. After coming here every night for years, wanting to see what sweet concoction she came up with that day from the fruits she got from his very own orchard, he was sporting a small pot belly he seemed to notice almost constantly and tried to cover unsuccessfully with his ragged pea coat. Harper had commented on his wardrobe, too. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten anything new to replace threadbare jeans, stained t-shirts, and broken-down boots. It hadn’t seemed to matter. What could he do about being forty-seven, having the start of a double chin and haggard age lines all over his face? He’d never been good looking, never would be. During that one perfect date, Briar commented on my eyes–that she’d never noticed what an amazing silver-gray they were.
The mere memory all but electrocuted him and simultaneously brought back the moment when she’d kissed his cheek after their date and sent him off on Cloud 9–apparently alone. He remembered the way she’d touched his hand an hour ago, reassuring him that Harper was fine and he didn’t need to worry about her. Whenever she touched him, he tended to freak out inside his mind. His entire system went haywire in the slightest interaction–the brush of her hand, the finest satin, on his rough one, a glance from those heart-stopping eyes.
When he’d first realized he was still in love with Briar Sankey a decade ago, his guilt had all but smothered him. He’d felt disloyal to the woman who’d meant everything to him, an angel he’d doted on and cherished every single day they’d had together. The only comfort had come in realizing Briar was worthy of his lingering feelings. All the single men in this town were in love with her–he didn’t have a single doubt about that–and would sell their left hand for a date with her. Everyone loved her, men, women and children. She warranted that love. She cared about everyone. She was a caretaker and friend to each of the “lifers” in this resort town.
What would I do without her? She takes care of me and Harper. Harper looks up to her more than any other woman, even her aunts. Even if she might not say it out loud or express it that way, Briar is a mother to her. She confides in her, relies on her wisdom, just as I have all these years without my wife.
“You’ve been sitting here for an hour.” Briar was suddenly in front of him at the counter, as if his mind had conjured her out of the kitchen into his personal space. “Not hungry tonight?”
Briar often came out of the kitchen and mingled with her customers, getting caught up with everyone’s lives. He wasn’t anyone special in that regard, but she effortlessly made him feel like he was anyway. Bud smiled sheepishly. “It’s come to my attention, after Harper’s comments lately, that I might need to work on some self-improvement. I was thinking I might start by going for a light meal–even if I’ll end up having the dessert. I can never resist that. What do you suggest?”
After Briar’s mother had passed away a couple months ago, she’d put out a brand new menu–something that had replaced a thirty-some year-old bill of fare that’d been heavy-laden with comfort food the people around here loved but probably didn’t need on a nightly basis. While she’d kept the offerings that were most ordered, she’d included a whole selection of low-calorie, healthy meals as well.
Briar smiled and opened a menu from the stack nearby. She pointed to the entry labeled “Grilled Chicken Breast Chèvre Salad with Apples and Dried Cherries”. Bud looked up at her. “Harper’s goat cheese?” His daughter had taken over the care of the goats from Bud years ago, making cheese from the milk. Everyone raved about her goat cheese, and she had trouble keeping up with the demand in their orchard shop and for Briar’s café.
“It’s divine, with Gala apples and sweet cherries straight from your orchard… You have to try it, Roman. I can’t imagine you’ll feel like you’re missing anything, despite how healthy this is.”
“You sold me. That’s what I’ll have. You’ve never served me something I haven’t loved.”
She smiled again, saying, “Coming up” and moving back to the kitchen, where he knew she’d make his dinner personally. He couldn’t help reacting to the warmth seeping into him, though he told himself not to take this as more than Briar being the saint she was. Another thing he recalled too poignantly from their one date had been her comments about his name. He couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t been “Bud” to everyone around him. As the youngest in the family, his sisters, his parents, his relatives had all called him by the affectionate designation. Briar had said he had such an amazing name and there was no way she’d call him something as forgettable and boring as “Bud” when he had a wonderful, unique name like “Roman”. Until he’d met Evette, Briar had been the only person to ever call him by his given name.
What seemed like only minutes later, Briar hand-delivered the salad and Bud dug in, realizing how hungry he was. The meal was unlike any he’d ever had before. Admittedly, he’d only eaten iceberg when he had to and tended to smother the tasteless greens with dressing, cheese, croutons–anything to cover up bland rabbit food. Briar had taken fresh greens–arugula, romaine, spinach and butter lettuce–and topped them with succulent, grilled chicken, the fruit she’d mentioned, cucumbers and tomatoes, all topped with a generous amount of his daughter’s goat cheese. For the first time in his life, Bud didn’t bother with salad dressing. He was mostly done eating when he realized it’d come with a small ramekin of low-fat ranch. He enjoyed the flavors of the fresh ingredients so much, he was disappointed when the heaping plate was empty. But Briar was there in an instant, offering him raspberry cobbler with her fresh cream. “You’re right. I didn’t miss anything,” he told her. “That was amazing.”
“And now you’ve earned this.”
He grinned sheepishly. “I suppose I’m eating less than usual, even with my dessert.”
She laughed with him. “Enjoy.”
And he did, savoring every bite as his gaze kept searching her out helplessly in the kitchen. Whether she’d wanted to or not, Briar had forever found the way to his heart with everything she did and said.
FOR AULD LANG SYNE, Book 8, Adventures in Amethyst Series
Coming January 2018
At the ripe old age of thirty-seven, Clay Wooten is tired of his law career and his insane, meddling family. Between constantly having to rescue his younger sister from her life-and-death antics and his parents’ high-handed belief that they can manage his life better than he can, he wants out. At the very least, he wants to escape long enough to figure out on his own which direction to follow for his future.
Harper Marasek had spent her teenage years wanting nothing more than to escape the stifling, suffocating small town she was born and raised in. When the charming and much-too-old-for-her Clay Wooten passed through Amethyst when she was sixteen years old, she found herself smitten…and two years later she headed to New York to start college and learn how to be an independent woman. Harper secretly hoped to meet up with Clay and, though for the years she was in college they shared an off-and-on intimacy that could never be enough for her, she unfathomably finds after getting her degree that she misses Amethyst, her family and old friends, and the small town values she’d dismissed unceremoniously when she was younger. With the offer of a job waiting for her in her hometown…and a marriage proposal from her high school boyfriend…Harper contacts Clay to say goodbye forever.
Clay has spent a lifetime unwilling to allow himself to be shackled by anyone or anything except his family. Women have merely been a means to an end and unfettered pleasure for him. But realizing he’s losing Harper, he suddenly wants nothing more than to hold on tight. On the pretense of getting away from his family, he suggests to Harper that they take a road trip, to end in Amethyst, for auld lang syne. Harper has resigned herself to never capturing Clay’s heart, but she’s loved him for as long as she can remember. How can she refuse when the happiest moments of her life have been spent with this man?
FORBIDDEN FRUIT, Book 9, Adventures in Amethyst Series
Coming November 2019
Rich and superficial, Apple Wooten knows best that she’s wasted her life, in and out of rehab, betraying those she considers friends, and never forming attachments with anyone but her unhealthily cloistered family. When her brother shocks all of them by announcing he’s leaving the Wooten Law Firm in New York City and moving to Amethyst, Wisconsin, a mere blip on the map, to marry a small town girl, Apple is prodded by her mother to rush in and talk sense into him. Though it’s the last thing she wants to do considering she’s just been released from another rehabilitation she doesn’t expect to stick and Amethyst is the hometown of a friend she all but destroyed with her selfishness, she nevertheless sees no way to avoid her mother’s bidding. She’d never been able to refuse her parents anything—and not simply because they control the purse strings.
The one person in Amethyst who will give her the time of day is Bailey “Bay” Johnson, who also went into the family business. The Baileys own a slew of resort cabins on Lake Amethyst and, during the tourist season, they do brisk, bustling business. Apple had met Bay years ago, the first time she ever came to Amethyst, when she’d ordered him around and all but made him her servant. Bay didn’t seem bothered by her cruel teasing then, just as he doesn’t seem to be affected by her humbled attempts at kindness now. As the youngest of nine siblings in a close-knit family, Bay has learned that acceptance is far easier than fighting. Unfortunately, a bad experience with love when he was young also taught him that folding is preferable to holding because reaching for forbidden fruit like the treacherous, beautiful disaster, and—recently—child-like and fragile Apple Wooten could be the worst mistake he’s ever made.
BLAME IT ON THE RAIN, Book 10, An Adventures in Amethyst Series Novel
Coming April 2020
Talise “Tally” Johnson is the second youngest in a family of nine siblings, having grown up a lifer in the small town of Amethyst, where thousands of tourists flock in summer. Once the tourist season is over, the remaining hundred residents do anything and everything to get through the long, hard winters. Tally’s family owns Bailey Resort. Tally has managed to cultivate her job there to include professionally cleaning businesses all around the area. Like most Amethyst lifers, she can’t imagine ever moving, but Amethyst isn’t exactly a hotbed for singles. She was stunned when handsome bad boy Adam Schaefer took notice of her. Against all odds and despite being a reckless youth always in trouble, Adam is one of the few born and bred in Amethyst who’s managed to see the world and make Amethyst his home base as a pilot for a large commercial airline. Though he’s only home a week out of every month, she’s thrilled when he asks her to marry him. But, after that engagement stretches into years, she begins to wonder if he’s serious about marriage or simply sees her as a convenient stop on the never-ending tour of his life.
Donnie Garner’s best friend Adam is easy to admire. Though they grew up together and got in the same fracas as boys, Adam has made something of himself. Donnie still lives in Amethyst, still works in his dad’s vehicle repair shop with no other career aspirations, still loves the same girl he spent most of his teenage years obsessed with though she’s happily married with kids. Donnie finds himself longing to experience the kind of loyalty and crazy-love with a soulmate that he sees all around him. For once in his life, he’d like to be the hero in some amazing woman’s life.
Donnie starts to see the shoddy way Adam treats beautiful and sweet Tally, cheating on her without remorse and bragging to him about it, while Tally carries on believing the best of him and his future intentions with her. Almost unconsciously, Donnie finds himself in love with his best friend’s girl and trying to make her see she’d be better off without Adam–maybe even better off with him. But, even when Tally falls in love with Donnie instead, she can’t easily turn away from the father of the child she never expected to be carrying…
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