Not sure if you’d LIKE the story/characters, my style of writing? Why not check out the FREE prequel short? It’s not required reading for the series but it does add a little details that you wouldn’t otherwise know. You can read that here on my blog: Free Story
But WHAT is this series even about? Glad you asked! It’s about a woman who is left holding the bouquet at the altar as her ex decides he wants the bridesmaid instead. Ah, a tale as old as time. That’s how the series begins. Our heroine the altar. Jilted.
There are two paths Jasmine could take.
Curl in a corner and die of embarrassment in front of a crowded waiting church and be the town’s center of gossip and pity or;
Ask for a volunteer to get married and go on an all-expenses-paid 5-day cruise to The Bahamas with them. She didn’t need love. She just needed a warm body to have fun with on a cruise.
She chooses option 2 AND gets a volunteer. A cute one. That’s how the series starts. Where she was left. But how, pray tell, does it end? Happily Ever After, or does she get dumped again?
Paperbacks are live here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C4MN153F But if you prefer a signed copy of Vol. 5 (or any of my other titles) you can do so here:
After months of back and forth and the tension of a will it won’t it internal debate, my story, Arranged Vows is now live on the YONDER App! *eeeep!
Now, if you’re unfamiliar with YONDER, it’s a reading app, so it’s very similar to apps like Radish, Kiss, and Kindle Vella. The stories on apps like this are serialized stories. Meaning, they only release a few episodes at a time. Kind of like Netflix, but for books.
It looks like at this point they are giving the first 10 (of 35) chapters away for FREE, so if you want to give it a whirl with no risk, this is the way to go!
At over 80K words, this is also my longest steamy romance to date. (Most of my romances fit in the 55K-65K window.) So, if you’re down for reading stories on an App, and like fish out of water, contemporary romance, steamy bedroom scenes, and billionaire romance, here’s where you can find mine!
As of 5:00 AM, I am the ONLY person to have looked up this story, so, that’s embarrassing. If any of you are willing to check out the link below just to even LOOK at the page, that might help that pathetic-looking score.
It’s hard to believe that this series started off as an experiment to try out Kindle Vella and has now turned into a 5 novella series. Funny how life works. Today is the release day for Where You Left Me, Vol. 3. Jasmine and Shawn are back from The Bahamas and back to reality. Their wedding was fake, but the connection was real. Wasn’t it?
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Blurb
The honeymoon’s over. What’s next?
First, she was left at the altar. Then, she fake married a volunteer. What could have been torture with a perfect stranger was anything but. The honeymoon cruise with him was off the charts hot, but now the escape from reality is over. The fake relationship has to come to an end, right?
Jasmine doesn’t want to go back to her life where nothing but humiliation, personal tragedy, and financial ruin await her. She wants to stay in paradise with her fake husband. But she can’t. She confessed her feelings and he bolted.
Emotionally numb, she knows that once she gets home, her heartbreak will continue. On top of it all, her ex-fiancé comes sniffing around, wanting to take her back. But does she want to go backward? Knowing what she had with Shawn was possible?
And what will happen if Shawn ever finds out she might be having his kid? The honeymoon might be over, but the real fireworks are about to begin.
Find out the details today in this red-hot lust-to-lovers series in Where You Left Me, Vol. 3.
Not sure if this series is for you? Why not check out the FREE Prequel Chapter that tells Shawn’s point of view in the moments leading up to where Vol. 1 begins. It’s short, spicy, and should give you a sense of the tone/voice of the series without spending a dime!
If you happen to read Vol. 3 (or any in this series) dropping a quick review helps small indies like me out in massive ways. It lets reluctant buyers know if this new author is worth the money. Any love you can send this series way, I would be most grateful.
I hope to share some of those reviews on this blog once they start to populate! Until next time, happy reading!
For those on the fence with the Where You Left Me series I thought I’d offer up the first chapter of Vol. 1. as a fun freebie.
2 more volumes in the works!
Where You Left Me (Vol. 1)
1. At the Altar
So, this is it. This is the place where you left me. Not very original, I have to say. I would have thought you’d come up with something less cliché than leaving me at the altar, but now that I’ve had a minute to think about it, everything about you was predictable. Ordinary. Nothing earth-shattering. Not even the sex. Yeah, that was all fake by the way.
Believe it or not, you leaving me standing here all alone is not the worst part about this messed-up day. It’s what you’re making me do now that’s pissing me off. Because of your spineless ass, I need to go out to that waiting crowd and face my parents. Hell, I have to face your parents and all your dipshit friends you made me invite. This should not be my job. You’re the one who couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Because, of course, you were banging one of my bridesmaids. You couldn’t be more of a tool if you tried.
Then again, what does that make me in this story? No. I will not be the loser in this scenario. Screw that. Screw you. You saved me a lifetime of regret and bad dick. So, you know what? Thank you. Thank you for taking years of misery off my shoulders.
Pacing rings in the minister’s chambers next to the altar, my fingers stopped their assault on the phone’s keypad while I read over my response to Dwayne after his dramatic dash from the church moments earlier. Emma’s bouquet still lay on the floor where she’d dropped it to take his hand to run down the rose petal aisle together. To hell with the both of them.
Never reply in anger, I could almost hear my mother whispering in my ear. I took a deep breath and rolled my shoulders back. I put the phone down without sending the message but keeping the words for fine-tuning later.
Adjusting the bottom of my dress, I winced. The tug against the sticky tape holding my girls in place reminded me not to move quite so much. Stupid strapless dress. After a quick check, I determined they wouldn’t be escaping their cage anytime soon. I wished for the umpteenth time I had gone with the A-line dress I’d wanted instead of this strapless monster. I hated strapless anything. My boobs were too big for such a dress, but Dwayne’s mother, Dwayna, of all things, had insisted on it. She’d gone on and on about how strapless dresses were her little Dwayne’s favorite. Dwayna and Dwayne. That really should have alerted me right there that his family was nuts.
While there was a ridiculous amount of relief knowing I didn’t have to marry the guy, I found myself being angry as hell about missing out on the honeymoon. That was the only thing I’d been looking forward to. Not being his wife, but finally getting to go to The Bahamas.
That truth should have been a red flag, but when you lived in a hick town as I did, the choices weren’t many, so you took what you could get, and Dwayne was one of the few bachelors within a hundred-mile radius.
I figured I could learn to deal with his boring personality and his serial-killer eyes if we could occasionally get out of this dump. That had been one of Dwayne’s few perks. He had to travel a bit for his work. Even though it would be short trips where we’d likely only see the hotel, it didn’t matter. Anything to get me out of Erwin.
By leaving me, Dwyane was taking that great escape from this boring life away from me. I mean, sure, I could go on my honeymoon alone, but how depressing would that be? Going to the most romantic place on earth solo would be salt in an open wound. It wasn’t fair. Why did my life have to get turned upside down because of that dipshit?
Hell no. This was my wedding day. If he didn’t want to marry me, that was his loss. I wasn’t about to change my plans for him. I was going to get married and go on my honeymoon as scheduled. I just needed to find a groom. No problem.
After grabbing my bouquet of slightly bent flowers off the floor, I came out of the minister’s chambers where I had locked myself away. As soon as the door opened, my mom rushed over to me, her eyes red with worry. All attention turned my way, and a hush fell over the waiting family and friends as they shifted in the pews to watch what I’d do next. I’m sure they all expected a nervous breakdown.
Clearing my throat, I gave them all a pleasant smile.
“Be with you all in a second,” I assured them. “Mom, you can go back and sit with Dad now. I’ve got this.”
She looked up at me, ready to swoop in and try and save me from myself, but I held my hand up. “Please, Mom. Just sit. Trust me.”
Through tears, she shuffled her way back over to my dad, who seemed entirely confused about the whole thing. That made two of us, Pops.
Walking to my spot at the front, I addressed the waiting crowd.
“Sorry about that slight hiccup. We seem to be down one groom. Not to worry, though. You came here to see a wedding, and a wedding you shall see.” I glanced over to Dwayne’s wedding party. Of the four men he’d chosen, only one of them was unmarried. He was easily in his sixties, but hey, I was desperate.
“Carl, I know we don’t know each other well, but would you like to get hitched?”
There were a few uncomfortable laughs.
He cocked his head, clearly confused.
“I’m serious. Look, let’s get married. We’ll honeymoon in The Bahamas. What do ya say?”
He continued to blink his eyes like a broken stoplight. The man was in shock, clearly.
“Carl?” I asked again. Don’t leave me hanging, dude. “You up for a little fun in the sun?”
“Um… I’m gay.” There were a few audible gasps and one woman in the front crossed herself.
I sighed. “Ah. How about just sun, and no fun then?” His expression gave me my answer. “Okay. Fine.” I turned to face the pews. Surely someone here would be game for a little adventure. “So, it turns out Carl here is a bust. That means it’s someone’s lucky day. Who wants to get married?”
There were several whispers of shock as people realize I’d officially lost it, but zero takers. My mom looked at me like I’d grown a second head while my father stood up, ready to drag me out of the church and save me the embarrassment. I held my hand up at them both and turned back to the onlookers.
“Seriously? No takers?” I begged. “This is a legitimate offer. You’d get a free trip to The Bahamas! All you’d need to do is take a week of work off with zero notice… just happen to have a passport on your person and want to spend a week in a tiny cabin with me.”
Now that I’d said it out loud, I realized how crazy my idea was.
“Okay, I get it. It’s a tad nuts. I mean, who can up and leave their life behind for a week to sit on a beach with a girl who rocks a bikini.”
“Jazz!” my mother hissed.
“What? I do.” I may not have a lot of things, but great control top bikini I had.
I lifted my hand holding the bouquet over my eyes to peer into the crowd, searching for anyone who might be willing.
“Anthony!” I shouted. “You know you want to come with me.” I pointed at him with the flowers. Anthony was my co-worker at the library and barely ever said more than a “hello” to me, but who needed a big talker on the beach? All I needed was a body beside me, so I didn’t look so pathetic.
“No, thank you,” he said softly.
I frowned. Well, this was embarrassing. Even with an all-expenses-paid trip to The Bahamas and these boobs, still, no one wanted me. My shoulders slumped. Story of my life.
“I’ll do it,” someone said to my left.
My heart kicked up as I scanned for who spoke up. The voice had come from the back, but I couldn’t tell where exactly. That’s when a lanky-looking guy stood up. A more opposite guy from Dwayne you could not get. Where Dwayne was in his forties with an office manager’s physique, this guy was maybe fifteen pounds heavier than me soaking wet. His dark hair needed a cut as it hung over his eyes in loose waves. Two dimples greeted me with a warm smile. Christ. He was just a kid. Early twenties at best. Not that I was old, but a thirty-year-old and a twenty-year-old did not exactly have too much in common.
Does that honestly matter, Jazz? And hell, he might even be fun to play with. That would teach Dwayne to leave me.
“Perfect! Get your tiny little ass up here. Let’s get hitched.”
My mom stood up then, ready to object, but I held up my finger. “No, Mom. I love you, but no. I’m doing this. I deserve a wedding. I have worked too hard for this day to throw it away. We have a bride and now a groom. The show must go on!”
I glanced back over to my new fiancé, who was still standing where he was near the back, probably unsure if I was serious or not.
“Let’s go, Romeo. The reception kicks off in about forty minutes. And we have a flight to catch in the morning.”
“Peanut,” my mother pleaded, “are you sure this is what you want? There is no shame in walking away. It might be good for you to get some time on your own… Maybe don’t jump so fast into another relationship again?” Ouch, Mom. “Take some time for yourself. Figure out what you want in life. You don’t need a man to complete you, pumpkin.”
“I know that, Mom, but what I want is to go on this damn trip that I’ve been dreaming about since I was a little girl. And I’d like to have some company when I’m there. Ideally of the masculine kind.” I smiled at my mom, who blushed three shades of red.
But that made me wonder if that might be a non-starter.
“Hey, dimples, you’re not gay, are you?”
“No.” He laughed, finally making it out of the pew.
“Married?” I countered.
“Not yet but give me a second to walk down the aisle.”
He had a sense of humor. I could work with that.
As he headed down the aisle, I held up a hand. “Wait! You’re at least eighteen, right?”
At that, he gave me another full dimpled grin. Damn. Even from far away I knew that would look sexy up close.
“I’m twenty-seven.”
“No shit?” Murmurs spread through the church as I flinched. “Sorry, God,” I said to the ceiling. “It’s been a rough morning.”
It was at that moment I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning, I saw the minister. “A word, please?”
I glanced back at dimples and pointed at the steps.
“You. Wait there.”
He gave me a salute as he headed for the spot Dwayne once held.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He really was a cutie, at least from far away. Pulling me back to reality, the minister cleared his throat, and I let him lead me into his chambers again. Once he closed the door, he gave me a sad smile.
“I realize this must be a whirlwind day for you, given the circumstances, but I’m sorry, I can’t marry you.”
“Is it because I cursed in the church? That slipped out—”
“No. It’s not that, my child. It’s just, well, you don’t have a marriage license to marry this one.”
I scoffed. “Obviously. I literally met the guy right now.”
“Well, without that certificate, I’m afraid my hands are tied.”
Right. The marriage certificate. A tiny detail I neglected to consider in my plan to save face.
“Can you fake it?” I asked.
“Fake it?”
“Yeah. Like they do in movies. Say all the things you’d normally say.”
His eyebrows pinched together. “Yes, I could, but the marriage wouldn’t be binding—”
“Understood. I don’t think anyone here is under the illusion that any of this would be binding. All you’re doing here is helping me save a little face in front of my family.” He gave me a sad smile. “Look, I know this probably seems desperate, but I have sunk a lot of time and effort into this day. I refuse to have the day ruined because my ex proved to be an unfaithful dick-wad,” I said, flinching at my language. “Sorry. But it’s true.”
He raised an eyebrow but then said, “If you want a fake wedding, you can have it. It’s your money.”
Yes, it was. My money had paid for everything. Right down to the ugly bridesmaids’ dresses. If I had to be miserable in my dress, so did they. I’d saved up a lifetime for this moment, and I would be damned if it was about to be stolen from me because the groom bailed.
“Okay, let’s do this,” I said, adjusting my veil. The stupid thing was so long and lacy it was hard to see clearly through.
As I was walking back to my spot, I wondered suddenly if the dude was as cute as the lace had made him out to be. But before I could check, the minister said, “Well, it looks like we have enough parties to have a wedding after all. Might we have the processional music again to refocus our energy, Grace?” He nodded toward the pianist, who quickly began to play.
“So, I’m Jazz,” I whispered to the guy beside me. “Er, Jasmine Fairchild.”
He turned to look at me, shooting me those adorable dimples again. “Shawn Maven.”
Hell, even his name was sexy. I held out my hand. “Nice to meet you.” He took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was remarkably warm against mine.
“Likewise,” he whispered.
I felt a shiver run through me. This was either going to be the most amazing thing I’d ever done or the worst.
Find out what happens to this new ‘couple’ in the Where You Left Me series!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It’s release day for Where You Left Me, Vol. 2! Jasmine and Shawn’s story continues today!
The story picks up right where Vol. 1 left off so get ready to go on a honeymoon… with a perfect stranger. Being coupled up in a small cabin on a boat in the middle of the ocean. Whatever will these two do with all that time together? *cough.
For those who might be unaware, the Where You Left Me series will be a collection of five novellas (and one mini-prequel as bonus content) that I’m releasing as rapidly as my fingers can go. (I’m actually writing Vol. 4 right now.) The series focuses on Jasmine Fairchild, a soon-to-be 30-year-old woman who is left at the altar.
In Vol. 1, we get to see what happens in the moments following said ex running off with one of her bridesmaids. She has a choice. Wallow in the embarrassment of being abandoned, or picking a random stranger to marry and go on the honeymoon she paid for. She chooses the latter.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It’s release day for Where You Left Me, Vol. 2! Jasmine and Shawn’s story continues today!
The story picks up right where Vol. 1 left off so get ready to go on a honeymoon… with a perfect stranger. Being coupled up in a small cabin on a boat in the middle of the ocean. Whatever will these two do with all that time together? *cough.
For those who might be unaware, the Where You Left Me series will be a collection of five novellas (and one mini-prequel as bonus content) that I’m releasing as rapidly as my fingers can go. I’m actually writing Vol. 4 right now. The series focuses on Jasmine Fairchild, a soon-to-be 30-year-old woman who is left at the altar.
In Vol. 1, we get to see what happens in the moments following her former running off with one of her bridesmaids. She has a choice. Wallow in the embarrassment of being abandoned, or picking a random stranger to marry and go on the honeymoon she paid for. She chooses the latter.
In Vol. 2 she and her ‘new groom,’ Shawn Maven, are heading off on their honeymoon: a week-long cruise to The Bahamas. Where they will share the same bed in a small cabin, in the middle of an ocean for days at a time. Sure hope they don’t get bored…
Now, fair warning, this series is a steamy romance, which means the, er, action is on the page. There are no closed doors in this series, so if that isn’t your cup of tea, skip it. If, however, you like a little spice with your romance, then LET’S GO ON A HONEYMOON!
Now, fair warning, this series is a steamy romance, which means the, er, action is on the page. There are no closed doors in this series, so if that isn’t your cup of tea, skip it. If, however, you like a little spice with your romance, then LET’S GO ON A HONEYMOON!
Well then…
Next post, I’ll share chapter 1 from Vol. 1 to give you a taste of what the series is about. Until then, I’ll be celebrating my 18th title. Wow. It’s weird even typing that when I still so very clearly remember a time when I felt pathetic for only having two books out.
Laters Gators (a thousand points to those who get this recent series reference)
I can’t believe it’s finally release day! Please wish my very first book under my pen name Dani Bannister a Happy Book Birthday. 🙂
Spice, snark, and swoon, all in one place!
It’s hard for me to believe that this story started as an experiment for Amazon’s new Kindle Vella platform, but quickly became a series that I wanted to turn into dive into! It’s got all the things I love about writing, flawed characters, snappy dialogue, and the heat, my god the heat between these two! It leapt off the page as I wrote it. I found myself blushing more than once. Sorry, Mom. Ah, the author’s dilemma. We want it to be a bestseller but we don’t want anyone we know to read it. Ha!
This book makes number 17 that I’ve penned since starting out in 2011. Feels like a lifetime ago.
Variety is the spice of life, yeah?
Because it’s Release Day, I wanted to give you a PDF of the first chapter of Where You Left Me, Vol. 1 as a way to say thank you for reading my blog! If you’re on my newsletter, you got early access to this chapter already. If you’re not on the list, now’s a good time to hop on. I send out monthly stories not posted anywhere else! Join the list here.
I attended my first book signing in years (due to COVID) yesterday. Because of the virus they restricted authors from bringing anything but bookmarks/postcards. WHAT? No swag bags? No chocolate? No bookstand? No banner? Just me and my books? GASP!
My usual set up (with one banner in need of an iron)
I had less to hide behind this year!
Even with less to hide behind, I still managed to have a good time. Because of COVID they split the day into two sessions. One from 9-12 and one from 1-4, which was good for keeping the number of bodies lower, but it meant half the time to meet new readers/authors, which is always the best part of a signing.
Setting up!
to my left
to my right
I got to catch up with my Grad school classmate and local Maine author Anne Britting Oleson and fellow Maine Romance Writer member Irene M. Drago.
She still uses her purple pens and journal!
I got to look at her back the whole day. Ha!
It was exciting to have my newest release, Girl on Fire there. It was definitely the book people gravitated to. Not that I can blame them, the cover does a great job of drawing a person in.
Trippy…
The best part of the day was being able to chat with the author to my right, the debut author Stephen King has been raving about, Caitlin Wahrer. She was an absolute delight to chat with and am thrilled with the release of her first book’s success. Way to go, Caitlin!
Excited to read this one!
Okay, I lied, the best part of the day was that when the event was done, I didn’t have to pack up any unsold books, and lug them to my car because the event takes all of the unsold books and uses them to stock their bookstores. Sherman’s bookstores have eight stores located all across Maine, so if you’re ever in one of their stores and see one of my titles on their shelves, take a photo and send it my way. I love to see my books out in the wild!
After a CRAZY journey, Girl on Fire, a book that started as an ember is now burning up the charts. (I can’t help myself with the puns!)
Now, does this mean I’m suddenly rich? Well, no. The book is currently priced at .99 cents (publisher sets the price.) It’s a strategy. Books at that price you can get more ad space for, and visibility is important especially with an unknown like me. The price will eventually go up, but until that point, that .99 cents breaks down to about .34 cents after distributing sites like Amazon, etc. take their cut. THEN, of that .34 cents the publisher takes THEIR cut, and I get the pennies left after that. So, no. Not rich. YET. 😉 BUT, the book is doing what it should be doing. Climbing the charts in their categories, and more importantly to me, the overall rank in the whole of Amazon.
For a point of reference, this is where Girl on Fire was on 8-25-21. A few weeks before release day.
Ironically, the book was doing better as a pre-order than I’d done for a normal release. That made me feel encouraged.
Then, on 9-3-21, a few days before release, I woke up to my first ever orange banner for a paid book. (Pulled once made it to number #3 when I ran a promotion on it but at that time, the book was free so I didn’t make any money on it.) It was #1 New Release. At that point though, my overall rank was like 700,000. I forgot to snag the data. So, a mini victory and a first to me!
Then release day came. I started the morning at an overall rank that I was pretty happy with. Way lower than my normal releases.
9-7-21 5:00 AM Overall #604,141 and a rank of #150 #320 and #6,851 for subcategories.
Again, huge numbers for me. I am not a huge author in the ocean of names. YET. Throughout the day, the rank shifted downward. By the time I went to bed this is where it stood.
9-7-21 9:00 PM Overall #44,13 and a rank of #7 #11 and #13 for subcategories.
HOLY CRAP! That’s a HUGE jump.
Granted, the categories are a small ones, but again, it’s that overall rank that I’m focused on.
Fast forward to this morning. Two days after release. I woke at 4 am. (My internal clock hates me.) But when I saw this, I almost spit out my coffee.
Now, again, small category and compared to big name authors, this ain’t nothing special. But for this underdog, it’s dream come true numbers.
The success of this book rests largely on my publishing house, City Owl Press, who, from day one believed in this book. Believed in me. They saw the potential. They invested the time and their marketing dollars to get these numbers.
What is new, is that red mock cover in the bottom corner. Waiting in the Wings is set for a November release (edits willing.) It doesn’t have a cover yet because I haven’t met with my designer. Ha. That will happen later this summer. This novel is interesting because of the nature of how it came to be.
I set out to write a romance set in a theater because, as an actor, I see romances happening like this ALL THE TIME (not to me, mind you, but that’s not the point.) So, I figured with all my theater background it only made sense to set another story there (Pulled has a similar setting-an acting school.) Waiting in the Wings will follow the admin for The Red Curtain Theater and the actors as they rehearse a new play. The problem? I didn’t have a play for them to rehearse. I may be many things (writer, actor, Marvel mama) but a playwright I am not. I could have used a public domain work but I really wanted something original. Which meant, I needed a playwright.
This is where fellow actor AND playwright, Randy Hunt came in. While I’d never acted opposite Randy, I knew he had written a bunch of 10 minute plays and wondered if he had a full length kicking around. He didn’t. But he had always WANTED to write one. He asked me what the ideal script for my story would need. And boom. A collaboration was born. I told him what I love to have and he crafted an entire play around what scenes I needed my characters to be rehearsing! HOW CRAZY IS THAT?
Yesterday he gave me the 6th draft of his script for me to plug into my final personal edits before it goes to the editor in October. When I get the cover design back, I’ll certainly be sharing it with you, but at this point I’m working on a series set in this world. Hence, the subtitle, A Red Curtain Romance. Different stories that will somehow tie to The Red Curtain Theater as either a main player or a side one. I already have a second in the series in 3rd draft form and a third in the outline stages.
That’s not including the three other stories I’m working on for next year. 🙂
Oh, and I’ve also got a EXTREMELY LIMITED PRINT RUN 10th Anniversary edition of Pulled which is only available to order a few more weeks, so if you want in on that… NOW is the time.
As promised, my first Kindle Vella story is now live on the new Amazon platform. For those unfamiliar with this new platform it is an episodic reading adventure. Sort of like TV shows where you get content on a daily/monthly/weekly basis. (Release schedules are up to the authors.)
The first few episodes on Vella are free, then, if you want more, you buy tokens to redeem on the stories you want to follow. 🙂
Jasmine Fairchild has just been left at the altar. But that’s not where her story ends. It’s where it begins. She’s paid for the church, the reception, and the honeymoon. The guests are all present. All that’s missing is a groom. And she wasn’t beneath asking for volunteers. Her big day was not going to be ruined over a tiny detail of a missing husband. Lucky for her, she found a willing volunteer. A cute one at that.
New episodes of this story will drop every Sunday until the story is finished. After that, who knows?
Until then, I’m off to review the final proof of Girl On Fire (releasing 9-7-21)
Danielle Bannister, Author 