IT’S RELEASE WEEK!!
I’m so excited to share my latest release with you, Twilight’s Encore. This is the third novel in the Wounded Hearts series, a group of books set around the fictional town of Tidal Falls, Washington.
By Jacquie Biggar
Third in the Wounded Hearts series
Ty Garrett loved Katy Fowler from the first moment he saw her. When circumstances yank the young couple apart, Ty becomes angry and bitter.
Years later Katy returns to Tidal Falls to get married in her family’s theatre, not once expecting to run into Ty Garrett, the boy she’d never forgotten. And worse than that, he is now the man she needs to help prepare the Twilight theatre for her upcoming wedding.
When a series of sabotages wreak havoc on the theatre and endangers Katy’s life, can Ty save her and win back her love, or is it too late for these star-crossed lovers?
Ty first appeared in book one of the series, Tidal Falls. His personality leaped off the page and demanded a story of it’s own, but first he needed a special love of his own. Enter Katy Fowler, the one who got away. I’ve always enjoyed reading reunion romances where the main characters get a second chance to correct old wrongs and maybe, if the stars align, work together to get their happy ever after.
This is that kind of story.
On the steps of the theatre stood an angel gilded in white and gold. Her hair glittered like spun silk in the morning sun, while the filmy white dress she wore made him think of all kinds of sin. For once in his life, Ty Garrett was struck silent. He knew seeing Katy again would be hard, he just hadn’t realized how cruel fate could be.
“Ty. I should have guessed.”
He hadn’t expected her to jump into his arms—though she’d seemed quite happy to do just that with Jared—but would it kill her to at least pretend she was glad to see him?
Apparently it would.
“Well you know me, sugar. Laggard that I am, getting up before noon is something of a stretch.” If she wanted to think the worst, he didn’t mind playing along.
“It’s been a long time, Ty. You look… older.” She brushed an impenetrable glance over him, rubbing at already raw emotions.
“You don’t. You look like the same spoiled teenage brat you were the last time you stood on those stairs.”
No way in hell was he going to admit seeing her again affected him. He’d learned his lesson. Give her an inch, and she’d take a mile.
Katy smiled—a Cheshire cat kind of smile—as though she knew anyway.
I thought I’d share with you the beginning of my love affair with writing.
Normally, procrastination is my enemy. I like to get done whatever it is, as soon as I can, so that I don’t have to worry about it any more.
In school I worked hard to stay in the top ten every year. So when I came down sick with the measles and missed two weeks of grade nine, I was devastated. How was I ever going to catch up? I had less than a week to write a compelling story for Language Arts or get a failing mark.
Angry and frustrated, I sat in our living room, pen and paper in hand, staring at a bright yellow bouquet of cheerful looking daffodils. I wanted to hurl them across the room. It wasn’t fair. Why was I being punished for getting sick?
But then an idea popped into my head. A silly, farcical story. If the teacher wanted an essay, fine, I’d give him one. And so, Count Daffodil, was born. After the first paragraph the words flowed quicker, I could see the scene in my head and needed to get it down on paper. (Sound familiar?) I spent the rest of the day writing, and by the end of the night I had my story.
The next day I turned it in and immediately felt ill all over again. It was dumb. The teacher was going to hate it. I’d be a laughing stock. Funny how easy you can build something up to catastrophic proportions when you lack self-confidence.
We had to wait two weeks for the results. I was on tenterhooks the entire time. Sure that my mom would blow a gasket because I’d goofed instead of giving it my best shot.
Then came the big day.
I was scared to look. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and turned to the last page. These were my teacher’s words:
I’m glad I didn’t read this at night. It’s been a while since I was so enthralled with a story. Very professionally done. The suspense, the ending, the style was excellent. I think I’ll read it to the other classes. Very impressive.
Not only did he read it to the other grade nines, he read it over the intercom to the entire school!
Because of Mr. Thomas and a hapless bouquet of sunny daffodils, a writer was born.
Jacquie’s first book, Tidal Falls, a romantic suspense novel about second chances, released September of 2014.
Now I want to hear from you. Do you have a reunion story to share? I’ll be doing a giveaway for an ecopy of my backlist of books, (excluding boxed sets) and a $15 G/C to one lucky person who comments by July 31/15
So tell us your story, because it’s all about the romance. 🙂