So today I'm revealing my cover of Every Wrong Reason. This is my next venture in adult contemporary romance!!!!!
And I'm so nervous I could puke so very excited!!!!!!!! :)
For real. There is something so special about writing these adult romances. They get to go a little bit deeper. They get to highlight real tragedies and reflect real life. They are different for me and I love that.
Of course, I seem to pour a little more of myself into them. Which makes them deeply personal. Which, of course, brings on the pukey feelings.
:)
Truly though, I cannot wait to give you this book. It's a long the same lines as Five Stages, in that it's emotional and raw, filled with real feelings.
But it's different too. It won't be quite so gutting. It won't rip you to complete shreds or force you to sob within the first few pages.
At least I don't think so anyway...
Ahem.
Anyway, without further ado... Here is Every Wrong Reason!!! And after that, I've left you some sneak-peek teasers!!!!!
***Special Pre-Order price of 2.99***
Then comes marriage.
Then comes the... really nasty divorce.
Kate Carter thought she married her soul mate. She thought she had her happily ever after. But seven years into Kate's marriage, she realizes that her husband Nick is not what she wanted. He's selfish, he's oblivious and he doesn't love her anymore.
Maybe she doesn't love him anymore either.
Divorce is the only option if either of them wants to find happiness.
Kate and Nick thought they knew what they wanted, but neither is prepared for the heartache that separating will bring them. The journey they embark on is not the freedom they wished for, but a painful look at the people they've become.
At the end of it, Kate has to decide if this is really the life she wants or if maybe there's a way to salvage her broken heart.
Now for some exclusive content!!!!
Meet Kate. Our heroine.
Kara’s heels clicked against broken sidewalk as we
hurried to Garman’s, mingling with the sounds of angry traffic and city melee.
The warm sun heated my exposed arms and face and I lifted my closed eyes to
soak it in.
There was healing in this chaos. There was a beautiful
surrender to the madness that felt cleansing and therapeutic. It wouldn’t last.
I would pay for my sandwich, go back to my desk and the reality of my broken
life would come crashing down on me.
But for a few seconds, I had the flirtatious smile of
an attractive man in my memory and a minute of reprieve from the demands of my
life. I sucked in a full breath, taking in the exhaust and grit from the city.
And yet, my lungs felt full for the first time in as long as I could remember.
“It’s going to get better,” Kara said so softly I
barely heard her.
I opened my eyes to keep from tripping and they
immediately fell to the cracked sidewalk and patchy grass on either side. “I’m
not sure it is,” I told her honestly.
She dropped her hand on my shoulder and squeezed,
pulling me into a side hug. “There’s more to life than Nick, babe. I promise
you. And it won’t take you long to figure it out. You just need to get the
divorce finalized so you can move on.” Her laugh vibrated through her. “And Eli
would be a very good place to start.”
“Maybe,” fell from my lips, but I didn’t feel any
sentiment behind it. More sickness roiled through me and a cold sweat broke out
on my neck. I swallowed against rising nausea and convinced myself not to throw
up.
I was getting a divorce, but even the thought of
another man still felt like adultery. Whatever our faults, Nick and I had
always been faithful to each other. Moving on seemed impossible when I had
dedicated my entire life to one man.
To the one man that had let me down and stomped on
whatever remained of my happiness.
Nick and I were over, I promised myself.
I would move on eventually.
And Nick would too.
We grabbed our sandwiches, but I let Kara drop Eli’s
off. I had lost any desire to communicate with other people. I practically
crawled back to my classroom and sunk into my chair. My deli sandwich went
uneaten, just like my one from home, because I couldn’t bring myself to feel
good enough to eat.
Kara had meant to encourage me, but she’d done the
opposite.
I realized that she was right. That one day I would
move on.
But that I was right too. Nick would move on as well.
I knew I could find someone better for me. I knew my
life would be better off without him.
I just couldn’t swallow the hard pill that his life
would be better off without me too.
That he would find someone better than me.
Now meet Nick. Our hero? Our anti-hero? Our villain??? I haven't decided yet. :)
I swept down and rubbed her ears with my two hands.
Immediately the stress of the day started to melt from my shoulders and the
dishes, the bills left discarded on the table waiting for me to deal with them
and my looming divorce, didn’t feel so impossible anymore.
“What did you do all day?” I asked her with a soft
voice. “Did you miss me?”
A deep, masculine voice came out of her, answering my
question, “I doubt that. She was too busy eating my socks.”
I let out an ear-splitting scream and fell backwards
on my butt. After a few seconds of blind panic, sanity returned. I recognized
the voice and that it hadn’t come from the dog.
It had come from my husband. My soon to be ex-husband.
“Nick! God!” My hand landed on my chest and I pushed
down, trying to slow my racing heart. “You scared the hell out of me!”
He leaned over the white-tiled island and stared at me
with listless eyes. “I thought you heard me come in.”
I pressed my lips together and tried to ignore the
pang of pain that hit me low in the gut. His eyes used to be his most
expressive feature. They could glisten with humor or darken with lust in the
span of three seconds. They were what had pulled me so deeply into him so
quickly. All he had to do was look at me and I had been his.
Until now. Now they stared at me as if I were the most
uninteresting thing on the planet. They didn’t light up when I walked into the
room. They didn’t dance with some sarcastic thought spinning around in his
sharp mind. They didn’t heat with lust or harden with frustration.
They just looked at me, shuttered and apathetic.
“I didn’t,” I snapped. My heart hadn’t found its
normal beat yet and my voice sounded frustratingly breathless.
He moved around the island and held out his hand to
me. I reluctantly took it and tried to be civil.
We had promised each other a peaceful divorce. This
was something we both wanted. We had no reason to be anything but nice to each
other.
Once I was standing, he looked me over again, but
refrained from speaking his opinion. I tried to swallow back my annoyance.
After living with him for seven years and hearing every little insignificant
thought come out of his mouth, it bothered me that he had suddenly learned
restraint.
What did he think about my outfit? Did he notice I’d
lost weight? Could he see the dark bags beneath my eyes?
Did he think was losing sleep because of him?
Habits, I reminded myself. These were just familiar
patterns from our marriage. I was used to being able to ask him his thoughts,
which he always gave freely.
Now we acted like strangers, even though we knew each
other more intimately than I knew any other person.
“What are you doing here?” I finally asked when it
didn’t seem he wanted to explain his presence.
“I didn’t think you were going to be here.”
His casual words lit a fire inside of me that I
couldn’t ignore. My polite words tasted bitter and acrid in my mouth.
“Teacher’s meeting was canceled tonight. Mr. Kellar had a family emergency.”
“Is everything alright?” Finally some kind of sympathy
flared in his blue eyes, but it wasn’t meant for me.
My principal got his compassion, but not his wife.
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