Hannah R. Conway is a military wife,
mother of two, middle school teacher, and speaker. Her novels are a deployment
experience of their own, threaded with faith, and filled with twists and turns
sure to thrill, and encourage. Hannah is a member of the American Christian
Fiction Writers, and My book Therapy. She and her family live near Nashville,
Tennessee.
He twisted her arm tighter and she
yelped. “Let me go.”
“You may want to start packing
Brie’s bags now.”
“You’re hurting me, William.”
“Now you know what it’s like. To
want something and not get it. To love someone who won’t love you back. It hurts,
Leanna. You hurt people.”
He was at least partially right.
She’d hurt him. Used him to fund her bank account, much like he was now using
her to satisfy his need to control. Leanna twisted but couldn’t loosen his
hold. He pulled her closer.
“I’d take your hands off her, now.”
The voice, familiar, called from the front yard.
William jerked his hands away and
spun around. He paused, then let out a small laugh. “Ha. Of course.”
Leanna rubbed at the handprint on
her arm, then peeked around William.
A man in uniform, dress blues at
that. She sucked in a sharp breath, hand against her mouth.
Garrison. Her lips parted.
William stepped from the porch,
hands in the air, and then dropped them to his side. He bumped Garrison’s
shoulder as he passed giving a sidelong glance at Leanna before climbing into
his car. He winked before driving away.
Garrison followed William down the
drive with his stare. He turned his attention back to her.
There he stood, like a ghost. A
memory from her past, but he was very much in the present.
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Can three little words irrevocably change your life?
When the doctors inform Chloe Brennan that her pregnancy is “incompatible with life,” her subsequent choices will change her path forever.
She becomes one of the quiet, unsung heroes of this world, incredibly strong, yet somehow wrongly looked upon as damaged.
Three people will pierce Chloe’s existence: her husband, a stranger, and a precious baby.
One will say goodbye, one will say hello, and one will say both at the same time.
I’m With You is a novel about selfless love and the sacredness of life.
Please note:While this book is a romance novel, it also deals with the sensitive issue of baby loss grief.
The emotions are real, and sometimes dark. If you are sensitive to this issue, this may not be the book for you.
“I’m With You” is a beautiful story that centers on one woman's tragic, heart-wrenching loss and the healing brought by unselfish love, giving love, in-sickness-and-in-health-love. It is sweeter, nobler, stronger — and even more passionate than the beginnings of love we so often see. Forever love.
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“I’m sorry for what I said to you,” he reiterated.
“No big deal.”
“I think it was.”
She
shrugged, trying not to show that she hurt so much she could barely
breathe. No one noticed inner pain. A broken leg, a broken arm, yes.
Outward signs of pain were obvious. Inner turmoil, not so much. And she
was broken, just like a leg or an arm, only worse. She was bleeding,
gushing from a huge, nasty, open gaping wound.
But no one knew it.
With
his unwavering gaze, however, the
husband seemed to sense it, maybe even see it. And it made
her uncomfortable.
“I-I thought maybe we could
have breakfast together or something and, I don’t know, commiserate.
Misery loves company and all that. What do ya say? Can I take you out to
breakfast? Let me make up for my rash words.”
Goodness
sake, the only one unable to forgive him for his impetuous words was
himself. The last thing Chloe wanted to do was spend time alone with Mr.
Volcano. He’d obviously lost his temper on that fateful day their
spouses had run off with each other, and had come looking for a fight.
That meant he was probably easily agitated, maybe even volatile. Unstable. When the signs are there, you can’t
ignore them. Right?
Yet, somehow, she didn’t feel as though he was a threat. As a matter of fact, he seemed quite courteous.
She
simply had no way of knowing if he was sincere or a loon. Her
uncertainty concerning him made her respond accordingly as she
stammered, “Oh. Thank you, but no. I have so much to do today. So, so
much. I’m not even sure I can get it all done in one day. Errands and
more errands.” She paused. “Lots of errands.” She sounded like a
bumbling idiot and a liar—the lady doth protest too
much. She waved in the general direction of her car as she
slowly backed away from him. “So much to do. I’m swamped. I have to go.”
“Your country's 500th anniversary to
plan, your wedding to arrange, your wife to murder and Guilder to frame
for it. You are swamped,” he mumbled.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing. Sorry.”
“Did you just quote The Princess Bride?”
“Oh, you know it?” he said with surprise. “Yep. Sorry. It’s a nasty habit of mine.”
“Quoting The Princess Bride?”
“No, movie quotes in general.”
“Oh.”
For
a moment, she studied him curiously, her interest piqued. Any man who
quoted The Princess Bride couldn’t be that bad.
Chloe felt herself warm up to him, but he was a total stranger to her
and she wasn’t about to jump in his jeep and go for a ride with him just
because he knew about true love.
“Thanks for
apologizing. I appreciate it,” she said. He’d gone to great lengths to
make up for his unkind words and she was impressed with his tenacity. He
felt badly, that much was obvious. It was, perhaps, indicative of his
true nature. However, she didn’t need to dig any deeper and learn more
about this man’s apparent compassionate side. It was enough already. “I
have to go,” she blurted.
“All right,” he answered amiably, a hint of both disappointment and acceptance in his tone.
She
turned to unlock her door, dropped her keys with shaking hands, and
bent to pick them up. Chloe took a deep cleansing breath, trying to calm
herself down. By the way she was acting you’d think a handsome stranger
had never once tried to speak to her in her entire life, for heaven’s
sake. It wasn’t as if he was trying to pick up on her, he was simply
extending a hand of friendship. That’s all.
She
needed a friend. Desperately. This man was offering. It would be nice
to talk with someone. He’d understand. He was experiencing similar
emotions. What the heck? She had nothing to lose. Absolutely
nothing.
But he was a stranger, she argued with herself. It’s not safe. Maybe he was some kind of psycho or pervert.
I have nothing to lose.
Chloe
turned just in time to see the husband taking his
seat in his jeep. Not exactly the behavior of someone out to commit
nefarious activities.
“Wait!” she yelled.
Surprised
at her outburst, he slowly stood, one hand resting on the door of the
jeep. He looked like he could be in a commercial promoting outdoor life.
Yet, his expression was slightly intense as he looked upon her.
“I don’t really have anything to do. As a matter of fact, I have nothing to do and nowhere to go.”
He nodded, politely not commenting on her lack of a life. “How about breakfast?”
“I’d like that.”
A smile spread across his face, revealing perfect, white teeth. Even if he was a psycho, at least he’d be easy on the eyes.
So was Ted Bundy.
Chloe ignored her inner voice.
“I’ll drive. Hop in,” he invited.
Chloe took a few steps toward him.
“So what were you going to do today? If you don’t mind my asking,” he queried.
It was time for payback. “Go buy a wrench.”
“Why? Is something broken?” he asked, seemingly concerned. Would he consider it his responsibility to help her?
“No. Just because we don’t have one.”
The
husband threw his head back and laughed out loud, surprising
her. “I know that one. Beaches.”
Surprising. “How do you know that? I mean, these aren’t exactly guy movies.”
“I have four sisters. I’m the baby. No X-Men for me.”
“Say no more. That explains everything.”
He extended his hand. “I’m Jack. Jack Alexander, by the way. Guess it’s time we introduce ourselves.”
Chloe grasped his hand, his grip firm and strong. “I’m Chloe Brennan.”
“Chloe,” he repeated. “I like it. It’s an unusual name.”
“Alexander seems like an unusual last name.”
He shrugged. “Had it all my life.”
“Good answer.”
Jack smiled broadly and her worries washed away.
“Shall we go?” he said, his hand motioning toward his jeep as if it were a grand carriage.
It rather felt like a portal into a new world.
Author Taylor Dean
Taylor Dean lives in Texas and is the mother of four grown children. Upon finding herself with an empty nest, she began to write the stories that were always wandering around in her head, quickly finding she had a passion for writing, specifically romance. Whether it’s paranormal, contemporary, or suspense—you’ll find all sub-genres of clean romance in her line-up.
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ZINA ABBOTT
is the pen name used by Robyn Echols for her adult Golden Oaks series which
includes Family Secrets, the first book in the series, and her historical
novels.
Except for
the first year of her life, Robyn has lived in California. She started her
young life in San Diego and has had gradually moved northward. She has been
writing since she was in junior high school.
After
working several jobs, including that of being a rural carrier and union steward
for the California Rural Letter Carriers' Association, she has spent years
learning and teaching family history topics. She enjoys focusing on history
from a genealogist's perspective by seeking out the details of everyday life in
the past. Several of her family history articles have been published in
genealogy magazines.
She resides
with her husband in California near the "Gateway to Yosemite." When
she is not piecing together novel plots and characters, she enjoys piecing
together quilt blocks.
In 1868, Otto Atwell has a 160 acre
homestead near Abilene, Kansas and a limp as a result of an arrow shot in his
low back while with the 16th Kansas Cavalry on the Powder River Expedition in
1865. What he doesn’t have is a wife. Then again, what woman would want to
marry a cripple?
Libby Jones comes to Junction City as a mail order bride. Not
only does the man who sent for her reject her, he tries to sell her to the
local brothel to recoup his fee. Otto offers to marry her, but she rejects him
in favor of a job with his relatives. Will Otto’s offer still stand when
trouble from Libby’s past catches up with her?
“Mr. Atwell, like your brother, you asked me to call you by your first
name. I will do so only if you call me Libby. And to answer your question, I
don’t think most women like hearing tales of pain and suffering, especially
about their kin, or if it’s only for the sake of glorifying in such matters.
Otherwise, I think women are stronger than you realize. I believe your mother
would want to know what you’ve been through, especially if it still affects
your life, rather than being kept in the dark.”
In the silence that
followed, Libby took another sip. “I appreciate knowing your story, Mr.
Atwell…”
“Otto. I just hope it
doesn’t give you nightmares.”
“I doubt it will.”
I suffer my own
nightmares.
Libby swallowed and
chose her words carefully. “I appreciate knowing your attitude about tribal
people. As you can see, my native heritage is written on my face. There are
many people who look down on me because of it.”
“I hope you don’t
think I’m one of them.”
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The internet gave Sarah her Kate Spade bag and that apartment outside Washington Square. Now maybe it can find her Mr. Right. Internet dating....What could possibly go wrong?
When Kasey loses her job, her apartment, and her guy in one day she just wants to start a new life and be a guy-free-zone. But, when one thing after another goes wrong, Mr. Right might be the one good thing worth taking a chance on.
Hailey thought she was worth more than a straight flush until her agent loses her in a bet. Now she’s stuck being the fake girl-next-door beard for America’s Sexiest Athlete. Are arrogance and good looks a match for this stubborn Quirky Girl?
Connor may have proposed. Or maybe not.
Now it's up to Hailey and her Brew Crew girls figure it all out. Ridiculousness, shenanigans, arguments, and reconciliations ensue…because, Quirky Girl Power!
But at the end of it all, is Hailey ready to marry America’s Most Eligible Athlete or is time to call a delay on that particular play?
RWA RITA award finalist and USA Today Best Seller Bria Quinlan writes Diet-Coke-Snort-Worthy Rom Coms about what it's like to be a girl and deal with crap and still look for love. She also writes books for teens that take hard topics and make you laugh through your tears. Some people call them issue books. Some people call them romantic comedies. Bria calls them what-life-looks-like.
Her stories remind you that life is an adventure not to be ignored. You can contact her at www.briaquinlan.com OR on Twitter @briaquinlan.
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