I’m thrilled to officially share the cover created by Teagan Geneviene for my upcoming release, Letting Go- The Defiant Sisters Book 1!
If you haven’t checked out Teagan’s website yet, I encourage you to do so. She is a wonderful writer and talented cover artist!
This story is pulling a lot of deep emotions out of me. I don’t have a sister but was estranged from one of my brothers for many years (my own stupidity). It took a life-changing event- the sudden death of our father- to make me realize what’s truly important- family.
I’ve had to set the publication back a couple of months, I’m still not up to par from what I think was Covid in 2020, so please bear with me. I hope you think it’s worth the wait.
Coming October 21, 2022
A coming-of-age novel about the pain of misconceptions and learning from them.
When life gives you lemons…
Mom is barely in the grave and the prodigal child is here to pick the bones clean.
I don’t want her here. My sister’s defection is a wound that won’t heal, and her return simply rubs at the scabs covering my heart.
I’ve managed just fine without her. She can go back to her fancy college and forget about us- that’s what she does best anyway.
If only I didn’t need her help. Or miss her so much.
The day my dad committed suicide I ran. I’ve been running ever since.
Going home is supposed to be the answer, instead it makes me question every thoughtless decision I’ve made.
My sister hates me. My little brother barely knows me. And Simon… is engaged.
None of it matters- or so I tell myself. I’m here to make amends and face a past haunted with regret.
As long as I can convince myself to stay.
Letting Go is a young adult romance dealing with tragedy, restitution, and love in all its aspects. The story relates to sensitive topics that may be triggering for some readers.
I practiced producing a book trailer- what do you think?
The town looks exactly the same as when I left for college. The Welcome to Smuggler’s Cove, pop. 7562, sign bows with the weight of the old town’s worries on its aged wooden frame. God, I’m glad I escaped.
My second-hand SUV chugs up the hill and over the bridge. Chinook, the river named after the salmon who travel hundreds of miles to spawn in its muddy brown water, gurgles over the rocks far below. Giant rubber tubes in a rainbow of colors and filled with laughing teens dot the surface. I’d joined them many times to get away from the oppression at home.
It’s been nearly two years since I left; and would’ve been longer if I had my choice. Hard on the heels of guilt come the ever-ready tears. Fact is, while I soaked up the west coast sunshine and campus life, my little sister had taken over the reins of the house, getting my brother to school, paying the bills, and caring for Mom.
Someone honks their horn, an angry watch it sound. Startled, I jerk the wheel and almost cream the rail. Nervous laughter pushes through clenched teeth. Wonder what Miss Perfect would say to that? Mom never understood the jealousy that reared its ugly head around Izzy. Hell, I didn’t get it myself. It just is.