2 More Days Until New Release!
And goodness gracious I’m so excited! Two more days and you’ll be able to read Adore Her, More of Her (Daisy & Belmont, #3).
I can hardly wait!
I’m going to hate saying goodbye to the LOVE in the USA series but it is time. 12 books over the course of 3 years. Yowza! And of course written with my artistic instincts. And if you’re a fan of my work, then fortunately for you I will continue to use my artistic instincts to create! Believe me, I sat down and tried to write that commercial BS but I just couldn’t. Beautiful unmotivated girl falls for hot flawless Prince charming. They go through a few asinine obstacles that people with no real ambition go through and then fall in love, have an object people call a “baby” and in this fictional world, they all live happily ever after. Rubbish! And dangerous garbage at that because it doesn’t inspire women to bravely go off script and choose the life God meant for them to have. All that commercial stuff does is proliferate the sickness. So I will NEVER write it.
Anyway, so I’m writing this new series from the standpoint that none of these men are effing perfect. And if they are perfect it’s only for the first couple of months before you really get to meet all the skeletons rattling around in their closet. And guess what? Here’s another standpoint I’m writing from–we women aren’t perfect either. We’re just as confused and are hiding are skeletons as well. But the question becomes–are we hiding skeletons? Or do we not even know those bones are there and how we acquired them? So my story starts with this couple who’s relationship has disintegrated. Three years after their traumatic breakup, they’ll need each other.
Will Bliss be able to forgive in order to save her life and forget so that she can once again let love in?
So yeah… It will be a deeply complex story comprised of mystery, suspense, life, love, emotional turmoil and of course true contemporary romance.
Here’s a taste. Remember it’s unedited. I’ll let you know when I get the pre-order up on iBooks.
April 16, 2017
The alarmed blared minutes ago. I had already flopped an arm across the bed to turn it off. I didn’t slept well. Last night while in the middle of watching a documentary on the most heinous serial killers to ever walk the face of the earth my cell phone chimed. On the television images flashed of the 1930’s as they detailed the story of Albert Fish, the notorious child-murdering cannibal. My eyes were stuck to the screen as I lifted the phone off the sofa cushion beside me and put it in front of my face. Who in the world was calling at eleven-thirty at night? Alex Sanderson. I gasped as my heart tightened. Alex is my ex-boyfriend.
I sat frozen as my phone continued to chime. I couldn’t answer. Rage and pain surged through me, which were two emotions I thought I banished when it came to Alex. My hand dropped to the sofa still clenching the phone as I stared blankly at the screen. I waited for the voicemail to ding. Investigators were digging bones out of the ground. It was interesting that Alex called while I was watching a program about a man who literally fed on the innocent.
Finally the ringing stopped and nearly thirty seconds later the phone beeped. I listened to the message once, and then twice. Before I went to bed, I had played to it so many times that I could recite his words as if they were the pledge of allegiance.
Bliss. Hi. It’s me, Alex. Sorry to call so late. You’re in New York these days, right? I’m in town. Can we talk? I know you don’t owe me anything after what I’ve done but I would like it if we can have a conversation before… Call me, or you can text and let me know.
So far this morning I’ve recited Alex’s voice message three times while lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Warm tears trail down my temples as I recall what he did to me, to us. We broke up five months and a handful of days ago. The sound of his voice has peeled back the scar over a wound that was close to being healed. But now blood shoots out of that gash like water and vapor does Old Faithful. I cannot see him again, ever. Once again my mind replays the calamitous end of our relationship, and even against my best effort, I cannot stop the memories.
So that’s the beginning. I also have another question for you but I’ll make another post for that.
Anyway… Just two more days and you’ll be able to read Adore Her, More of Her!
I am so very excited to read the final book for Daisy and Balmont. It seems like it has been such a long time. I will be disappointed when I get to the end and realize “that’s it”.
I think I made the ending nice and satisfying. I wanted readers to feel as if they’ve experienced the perfect ending while feeling assured that Daisy and Belmont, and the others, have what it takes to live out their days in real HEA. But thanks so much for reading the series! I truly appreciate it <3 Z