I'm feeling a little exposed...
All the Reveals!
Anytime we let someone into our heart of hearts we risk rejection. For a writer, I’ve discovered it’s a way of life. I pour bits and pieces of my heart and soul into every one of my books.
At first, any negative feedback made me question my worth and whether I should continue this journey.
Now? Not so much.
Because I’m on a journey, a quest to celebrate my love for my work.
Unabashedly.
Unapologetically.
Joyfully.
When we’re little, we don’t hesitate to hold up our artwork and demand it be tacked to the fridge. We twirl in our new dress, run as fast as we can, get an A on a test and expect the ones we love to celebrate with us.
Not for us.
With us.
Because we were already celebrating.
We invited them to join us.
Somewhere along the way, the celebration became dependent on the response. We waited for their response to determine if it was worth celebrating. Isn’t that sad?
It doesn’t have to be that way.
You are fully entitled to celebrate your wins, love your creations, and take joy in your work.
Tell me, what are you going to celebrate?
Here’s my most recent.
I won’t ask you to print it off and tack it to your fridge…just follow the link and pre-order! I can’t wait for you to read it!
Scroll down for a brand new excerpt!
Tropes:
Small Town
Hurt-Comfort
Single Dad
Second Chance
Chosen Family
Cinnamon Roll Alpha
Open Door
*Infertility and Grief
Blurb:
First love. Second chance. Broken heart?
I’m home.
Piecing my life back together in the small town where I grew up while the one person I have left fades away.
At every turn, I see the ghost of the free-spirited girl I used to be. When I run into the boy I left behind? I’m tempted to bring her back.
Gabriel Kenny, Sage Ridge’s tattooed bad boy looking every inch a man as he laughs in my face and calls me his Achilles heel. Determined to pick up where we left off, he challenges me to release my inner wild child and offers me everything I ever wanted.
But fate has never been kind, and loving Gabe paints a big, red, bullseye on my dreams.
One thing I know: every love story ends with a broken heart.
And I’m afraid Gabe Kenny is mine.
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I have a very big problem … in the form of one very petite woman.
Don’t get me wrong. I adore women, and if you ask any female in Sparkwood, you’ll learn the feeling is mutual.
With one tiny exception.
Oriana Thorne is a literal thorn in my side—a plucky, infuriatingly gorgeous, pain in the rear who rents the store next to mine.
We’ve disliked each other from the beginning, or at least since she marched into my shop and started issuing demands. Needless to say, I didn’t roll out the welcome mat after that meet-hate.
I'd love to avoid the woman until the end of my days, but as fate would have it, I need her help.
Without her approval, my plan to open a speakeasy beneath our shops is dead in the water.
Considering Oriana is as fond of me as I am of her, winning her assistance will be no easy feat.
So, when a faulty lock forces the two of us to spend the night together, it’s anyone’s guess if we’ll survive until morning.
But that’s a chance I’m willing to take. What’s the worst that can happen?
It’s not like I’m going to fall in love with the woman …
Here’s a new snippet from Your Soul to Keep!
“That Shibaby in mine Daddy’s bed? Her tired?”
I came to slowly, hearing Dylan’s little voice in my dreams.
Morning sunlight dappled my closed eyelids and warmed my face.
Another voice joined the first.
“I bet she’s tired,” Maeve replied drily, a smile in her voice. “Let’s leave Daddy and Shibaby to rest, hm?”
My eyes popped open and stared directly into Gabe’s. Smile lines fanned out from the corners of his startling blues as his mouth, soft from sleep, curved up in a smile. Sleep lines from the pillow creased his cheek, his hair stood on end, at least five days of scruff covered his jaw, and he’d never looked more delicious.
I wanted to straddle him and pin him to the mattress with my knees.
But his mother was in the room.
With his daughter.
I think I might have whimpered.
The door to his bedroom snicked shut, Maeve and Dylan’s voices receding down the hall.
He raised a finger to his lips. “Sh.”
My eyes bugged out. “Sh?”
He smiled wider. “If we pretend we’re sleeping, she might leave us alone for ten minutes.”
I looked around the room. “How far off the ground is that window? Think I can make it?”
Pulling me across his chest, he wrapped his arms around me. “You’re not jumping out the window.”
“That doesn’t exactly answer my question.”
His chest rumbled with contained laughter. As quiet as we were, it didn’t help.
Little feet stomped down the hall and burst into the room.
Thank God I had on Gabe’s t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. I quickly rolled away from him.
“Hey there, Daddy!”
Dylan’s compact little body hit the side of the mattress as she struggled to pull herself up. After two attempts, Gabe reached over and hauled her up.
She scrambled over his chest and immediately curled up on top of him like a cat, her ear over his heart. A sweetly serene contentment settled over her little face. “Hey there, Daddy,” she whispered.
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If you feel like sharing, I’d love to know what you’re tacking on your proverbial fridge.❤️
Live Messy, Love Madly, Love Devin❤️