Autumn is here. It's time for a giveaway!
Happy October everyone! It's the time of year we drink hot cider around the bonfire and enjoy gatherings of family and friends. And I have some Big News! Book 2 of The Art of Living series book duet, The Art of Retribution is complete and in the editing process. Here's the cover.
In Book 2, the story of Maddie and Zac continues when Maddie returns to her small Midwestern hometown for a friend's wedding. But before she can get to the bachelorette party, trouble finds her. It's the perfect balance of steamy romance and mystery.
To celebrate, I'm giving away 2 signed copies of Book 1, The Art of Going Home. And as a BONUS, I'm including signed copies of the companion short story, The Art of Getting Away! To enter, sign up for my Monthly Newsletter here. Everybody already on my mailing list is automatically entered (so if you're getting this email, you could win)! Tell your family, friends, co-workers, bosses, hair-stylist and barista! The giveaway ends October 16.
Here's an excerpt from The Art of Going Home. During Maddie's first visit home, she's is having dinner with her best friend Tabitha (nicknamed Tabs). They're talking about Zac's previous relationship:
Pouring the last of the wine into my glass while trying to appear unconcerned, I rasped, “When was this?”
“Zac ended it about ten months ago. Elaine talks bad about him behind his back, but would stoop to anything to get him to go out with her again. As if he would. Like my daddy always said, ‘You can’t shit in one hand and eat out the other.’”
“I guess that explains what she said to him after the vigil. That he knew how to get in touch with her.” My hand flew up to cover my mouth. “Oh my God! Did they sleep together?”
“I doubt it,” Tabs said, quickly backpedaling. “Who could blame any girl for wanting to? Mm, mm, mmm. With that body of his? Even though Zac obviously knows how good-looking he is, he’s a great catch. You need to take the opportunity to see how things develop between you two.” She went to the kitchen and brought back a second bottle of wine.
“I don’t know. Zac and me? Aren’t we like brother and sister? And we live so far apart.”
“Don’t kid yourself,” she scoffed. “He hasn’t looked at you like a sibling since you were a freshman in high school. And neither have you. There are ways to manage the distance.” She could see my hesitation, so she pressed, “Come on, you’ve known him your whole life. He’s a good guy.”
“I know he is. Probably too good for me. Besides, I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready to trust a man enough to let him get close.”
“You have to be willing to learn,” she said. “I bet Zac is the right one to teach you how to open your heart.”