Just two weeks until the official launch of my first novel, The Lone Wolf!

After her husband’s infidelities are revealed, Kasey Sanford just wants to rediscover who she is. After an abusive childhood and years as a career soldier, Andrew Adams just wants someone to tell him that he’s doing the right thing with his life. When their paths cross, Kasey and Andrew embark on a tumultuous journey that demonstrates just what they’re willing to do to save the ones they love.

New to town, Kasey wandered past a bookstore and caught Andrew staring at her. She kept going back, hoping to run into him, and in last week’s excerpt, she finally did. Over the following month or so they’ve spent time at the bookstore getting to know each other better, but they’re just as likely to butt heads as to have a nice chat.

In this scene, they had a disagreement that Andrew solved by physically putting Kasey in “time-out” – a big overstuffed armchair in the back of the store. All she can focus on is how close he is to her.

I struggled to get up, but he hovered over me, pinning me with his presence.

“You think too much, you know that?” he said.

“You make no sense sometimes, you know that?”

“You ever give your mind a vacation, just let yourself feel instead of overthinking all the time?”

“I don’t overthink.”

“Yes, you do; right now, for example.”

“What am I overthinking?”

“Everything.”

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Three weeks until the launch of my first novel, The Lone Wolf! I’m planning some giveaways for the week of December 2nd, so make sure you’re checking back.

After her husband’s infidelities are revealed, Kasey Sanford just wants to rediscover who she is. After an abusive childhood and years as a career soldier, Andrew Adams just wants someone to tell him that he’s doing the right thing with his life. When their paths cross, Kasey and Andrew embark on a tumultuous journey that demonstrates just what they’re willing to do to save the ones they love.

Last week, Kasey was checking out her new town and caught a guy staring at her at the bookstore. She’s been back there almost every day since trying to see him again.

While browsing McKay’s history section, walking backwards reading the titles, I bumped into the blue-eyed man, who was engrossed in the military history section.

He scowled at me for a brief moment, but as recognition dawned in his eyes his expression softened.

“I’m so sorry,” I said as heat rushed to my face. “I wasn’t paying attention, and I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“No harm, no foul.” The corners of his lips drew back into a smile, or perhaps a smirk. “You come here a lot, right? I’ve noticed you around.”

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My novel, The Lone Wolf, launches four weeks from tomorrow! I got a box of copies Friday, which is super exciting. And nerve-wracking. Four weeks!

After her husband’s infidelities are revealed, Kasey Sanford just wants to rediscover who she is. After an abusive childhood and years as a career soldier, Andrew Adams just wants someone to tell him that he’s doing the right thing with his life. When their paths cross, Kasey and Andrew embark on a tumultuous journey that demonstrates just what they’re willing to do to save the ones they love.

During September, I posted about Kasey’s mess of a marriage. October brought snippets of Andrew’s failing relationship. Which means that for November, it’s the perfect time for them to meet!

In this scene, Kasey has just moved to Asheville, North Carolina, and is exploring downtown. She’s paused outside a bookstore, examining the window display.

After a few minutes, I sensed someone staring at me and looked through the window into the café section of the store. A dozen or so people dotted the tables, some sitting alone and others grouped together. Near the back, three people clustered around a table. A balding man and a plump woman had their backs to me, and facing them, facing me, an attractive blond-haired man, maybe mid-thirties, watched me intently.

Most people would have the decency to look away when they’d been caught staring, but not this guy. Our eyes met. He took a drink from his coffee cup and laughed at something but didn’t break eye contact.

I dropped my own eyes back to the robot in front of me, my face on fire, then glanced back at the stranger; he was still watching me.

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