Alex Monroe

Alex, Alex, Alex.

When I get feedback from people who have enjoyed the JACT series, it almost always includes a plug for Alex, and the question: Is Alex getting his own book? (Or the demand: Alex better get his own book!)

The answer to that is YES!! I promise, Alex will have a book. There’s even a page on my website for his future untitled book, under the JACT series heading. The best way to find out WHEN Alex will be happening is to subscribe to my newsletter or join my Facebook reader group. Both links can be found here.

So what’s the deal with Alex? Why has it been forever since Wildflowers was released and still no Alex? I actually just looked it up and it’s been two years since I released Wildflowers! It’s honestly surreal that I’ve even been writing that long. Crazy. Anyway, I’ve mentioned this before so you may have heard it once, twice, or ten times, but when I published Our Moon, I had planned for it to be a standalone. In fact, in all my efforts to find reviewers and do blog promos in the very beginning, I said “STANDALONE!!!!” I honestly didn’t know if I’d ever write another book, let alone a follow-up to Our Moon. But readers loved the characters and I loved the readers, so I decided I’d proceed with the series (a book for each band guy) when their stories came to me. I hadn’t planned out additional books, and I didn’t want to force a story and make it crap.

I got inspired to write Hearts in the Sand when I was on vacation in the Outer Banks right after I published Our Moon, in the summer of 2015. I didn’t know it was going to be Trevor’s story until I was thinking one day…hey…this could totally work with Trevor has the main character. The JACT crew can go on vacation, right?! Wildflowers was pretty much already finished in the sense that we all know in Our Moon that Joey and Evie were married and it was a whirlwind, so it was just a matter of filling in the blanks. So that was a piece of cake (Even though it took forever! I actually started it before Hearts in the Sand, it was slow going).

That leaves Alex. My little trouble maker. I know what I want to do with him. I have a lot of his book outlined in my head, it just doesn’t translate to paper in the way that I want it to. Alex is my favorite, no lie. He’ll also be the last JACT book, so I want it to be the best.

Anyway…without further ado, I’m going to share with you the first chapter of Alex’s story. It’s literally all I have written thus far, but I know y’all miss him!

Thump.

“What the-?”

Thump thump thump thump thump.

I pull Sara’s Jeep to the side of the road and turn off the ignition.

The thumping stops.

Good.

I open the door and get out, walking around to the front of the vehicle. I look at the hood, but have no earthly idea how to open it. Not that it matters, if I could see under the hood I wouldn’t know what to look for anyway. We usually pay people to do this shit for us.

I know, I know. #firstworldproblems

Pulling my cell phone out of my pocket, I hope for cell service. Ally and Chase had chosen a beautiful, private mountain inn for their wedding ceremony and reception. Only problem? It’s in the middle of nowhere and we had no cell reception or WiFi. I actually had to go to the business center in the inn to update my social media. That’s some primitive shit right there, but I do what I have to do for my fans.

Two bars, I note as I look at my phone. That’ll be enough. I pull up the web browser and search for a tow truck near me. There’s only one hit, and it about twenty-five miles away, but it will do. I tap the screen to call Joe’s Garage.

“Joe’s,” a woman’s voice says.

“Hey, I need a tow.”

“What’s your location?” she asks.

I turn in a full circle, seeing nothing but woods. “I’m not sure. I’m not from here. I’m coming from the Tall Pines Inn and there’s nothing but woods. I can check the map on my phone if-”

“I know where you’re at. It’ll be about twenty minutes.”

“Don’t you need my-” I hear a click on the other end. “Hello? Hello?” She hung up on me. I scratch my head, unable to believe that I was just hung up on. I didn’t even give her my name. I take one more look around the desolate roadway before heading back to the driver’s seat to contemplate my next move.

I’ll get a lift with the tow truck back to the shop. Then what? I can’t exactly call my brother or sister for a lift. Ally’s already left for her honeymoon and Trevor is celebrating his engagement with Sara. Joey and Evie are doing some partying of their own since she just told him they were expecting baby number two. I can’t bother any of them doing all their couple-y shit. Maybe I can find a driver to get me back to Charlotte? I make a mental note to check Uber when I get to town.  

I pull up one of my rock playlists on my phone and press “shuffle,” leaning my head back and letting the music roll through me as I wait for the truck. I’m deep into 10 Years’ “Novacaine” when I hear the rumbling of a big diesel engine. I lift of my head just in time to see the truck pass by. I watch in the rearview mirror as it expertly pulls a three point turn on the narrow roadway, then passes by again, pulling to a stop in front of the Jeep.

I get out of the Jeep and approach the driver’s side door of the rig, pausing in my tracks as the door pops open and the driver hops out. She—yes, she—is wearing a charcoal jumpsuit, not the trendy kind chicks usually wear, but the kind a mechanic would wear. It’s darker in some spots due to what I imagine is dirt and grease. She’s wearing a backwards black, ball cap on her head, covering her pin straight black hair. Think Megan Fox in Transformers, only a little more girl next door.

“Can you put it in neutral for me?” she asks, making her way to the panel of levers on the side of the truck.

I stand there, staring at her. Did she just say something? Her lips are a soft pink, just the right contrast to her lightly tanned skin. I swear they just moved.

“Hello?”

“Huh?” Not my finest moment, I admit.

“The Jeep. Neutral. Please.” She annunciates each syllable as if I’m hearing impaired. I suppose I deserve that.

“Right,” I say, pulling the keys from my pocket and returning to the Jeep. I turn the key just enough to be able to change gears, then keep my foot on the brake since we’re on a slight incline. It would really suck if the Jeep rolled right into her truck.

Hot Mechanic Chick now has the flatbed of the truck on an angle, with the end meeting the road. She’s messing with some metal cords as she walks towards me. Her head disappears in front of the Jeep right before I hear a clanking sound, accompanied by a few vibrations. Then she’s back.

“Watch this line,” she says, pointing to the cable that seems to attach the Jeep to the truck. “When it gets taught, slowly let your foot off the brake. Once the front tire hits the ramp, take your foot completely off the gas and let the cables do the work. Got it?” She’s all business, no bullshit.

I give her a quick nod, and watch her ass as she walks back to the control panel. When I hear the whirring of the machines, I quickly redirect my attention to the line she told me to watch, and follow her directions. Once the Jeep is fully on the platform, she tells me I can get out, so I do. Then she flattens the bed and we both get in the cab of the truck.

“Is your spare tire flat?”

“What?” I ask, surprised at the question.

“That spare tire on the back of the Jeep. Is it flat?”

What is she talking about? “I don’t know.”

She looks me over, taking in my light blue jeans and plain white t-shirt. “Do you know how to change a tire?” The corner of her mouth is twitching…she’s trying not to laugh…at me…

“Of course I know how to change a tire,” I lie. I totally don’t know how to change a tire. Again, we pay people to do that shit for us.

She raises her eyebrows and gives me one of those condescending nods, you know the type. The ones designed to pacify the recipient and stop them from having a hissy fit. Yeah, well those nods only made me want to throw a hissy fit, but considering I’m riding shotgun with Hot Mechanic Chick, I’ll tamper down my inner diva.

“Why do you ask? About the tire thing?” I ask as an afterthought once we’re down the road a ways.

“Because the Jeep has a flat. Isn’t that why you called it in?”

What. The. Hell? Really? Really Alex? A flat freaking tire.

Shit.

This is embarrassing.

“Honestly,” I tell her. “I didn’t even look. I heard a thump and pulled over. The Jeep belongs to my brother’s girlfriend and it was having trouble a while back, but we got that fixed. I figured it was related. I didn’t even look at the damn tires.”

I can tell she wants to laugh again, but I’m thankful she doesn’t. I’m not sure my ego could take it. “Understandable.”

Right.

The rest of the ride to the service station is in silence. I’m afraid to open my mouth and let more idiocy spill out. I can’t even believe the damn Jeep has a flat tire. Not that I’d know how to change it if I had noticed, but how could I be that oblivious?

“I can drop the Jeep in the lot and you can just change the tire there,” she says as she gets out of the cab. I hurry out my door and run around the front of the truck to catch up with her.

“It’s all good. Wherever you want. I don’t think there are tools in the Jeep,” I tell her, shrugging my shoulders. “I can pay you guys to do it.”

She stops messing with the control panel and turns to face me, hands on her lean hips. “You don’t know how to change a tire, do you?”

I tuck my hands in my jean pockets and give her one of my signature smiles. This one, I call “the bashful.” “You caught me.”

She eyes me for a long minute, and for the first time, I wonder if she knows who I am. The members of the band, JACT, and our families are often recognized in bigger cities, particularly around our hometown, or a location where we’re playing a show and people are expecting us, especially if we’re all together in a group. When we’re alone, or there’s just a couple of us, we blend in. We look like regular people and, while I do enjoy some of the spoils of celebrity life–or many of them–we all live relatively modest lifestyles. We don’t stand out. Well…I stand out, but that’s only because I’m so damn good-looking.

“All right, we’ll get your tire changed. There are a few seats just inside. Why don’t you go sit and wait, and I’ll have this ready for you in a few.”

“Sounds good.” A small bell rings as I open the door, and a gust of warm, oil-scented air greets me. I take a seat in one of the black reception chairs and pick up an old People magazine to flip through while I wait.

I peer out the window and watch as what is, quite possibly, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life, changes my tire.

The guys are going to take my man card when they hear about this shit.

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 Anna Romano had the picture perfect life. As a brilliant high school student and talented artist with a supportive family, she couldn’t imagine her life being any better. Her days are spent fantasizing about finishing high school, and dreaming of a future with her loving boyfriend.
 
Ryan Jacobs had his life figured out. He was enlisting in the Navy, and his high school sweetheart was applying to art school. Just a few more months and the life they’d planned together would become a reality.
 
On a cold February day, tragedy struck and flipped Anna’s life upside down. The bright and colorful world she once lived in turned to gray. Retreating into herself, she pushed Ryan away. She pushed everyone away. Then she ran.
 
Ryan was lost without Anna, but truthfully, she had been gone long before she even left. He did the only thing he could do, he went on with his life. Years later, the last thing he expected was to bump into her more than two thousand miles from home.
 
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Ryan: Whatcha reading?
Anna: Can it, Jacobs.
Ryan: No can do.
Anna: I’m not telling you anything.
Ryan: I knew it!
Anna: Knew what?
Ryan: You are reading the sexy books.
Ryan: I bet you did read the one with the whips.
Ryan: Anna?
Ryan: Hello?
Anna: Goodbye, Ryan.
Ryan: I’m like a dog with a bone, Anna. I’m not giving up.
Anna: You’re going to be greatly disappointed.
Ryan: Doubt that.
Anna: What makes you so confident?
Ryan: Because I know I’m right.
Anna: Hate to tell you this, but you’re wrong. I haven’t read that book.
Anna: Yet …
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Jennifer was born and raised on Long Island, in New York. She relocated to South Carolina in 2002, where she met the love of her life. They got married and live their happily ever after just outside of Charleston with their fur-kids; a spoiled rat terrier, a cat who thinks he’s a dog, and a cat who think she’s an MMA fighter. When she’s not reading or writing, she works a day job in an office, and is an evening graduate student, pursuing a degree in clinical counseling. She enjoys amateur photography, traveling, and music … it’s a bonus when she can combine all three. She independently published her debut novel, Our Moon (JACT 1), in June 2015.
 
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 Anna Romano had the picture perfect life. As a brilliant high school student and talented artist with a supportive family, she couldn’t imagine her life being any better. Her days are spent fantasizing about finishing high school, and dreaming of a future with her loving boyfriend.
 
Ryan Jacobs had his life figured out. He was enlisting in the Navy, and his high school sweetheart was applying to art school. Just a few more months and the life they’d planned together would become a reality.
 
On a cold February day, tragedy struck and flipped Anna’s life upside down. The bright and colorful world she once lived in turned to gray. Retreating into herself, she pushed Ryan away. She pushed everyone away. Then she ran.
 
Ryan was lost without Anna, but truthfully, she had been gone long before she even left. He did the only thing he could do, he went on with his life. Years later, the last thing he expected was to bump into her more than two thousand miles from home.
 
Love, pain, distance, and secrets.
 
Would their challenges tear them apart?
 
Or was their love strong enough to mend them forever?
 
*Here Without You is a standalone romance with a trigger warning. A mass shooting takes place in the prologue and is referenced periodically throughout the book.
 
 
 
 
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Ryan: Whatcha reading?
Anna: Can it, Jacobs.
Ryan: No can do.
Anna: I’m not telling you anything.
Ryan: I knew it!
Anna: Knew what?
Ryan: You are reading the sexy books.
Ryan: I bet you did read the one with the whips.
Ryan: Anna?
Ryan: Hello?
Anna: Goodbye, Ryan.
Ryan: I’m like a dog with a bone, Anna. I’m not giving up.
Anna: You’re going to be greatly disappointed.
Ryan: Doubt that.
Anna: What makes you so confident?
Ryan: Because I know I’m right.
Anna: Hate to tell you this, but you’re wrong. I haven’t read that book.
Anna: Yet …
Ryan: *groans*
Anna: lol

 

 
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Jennifer was born and raised on Long Island, in New York. She relocated to South Carolina in 2002, where she met the love of her life. They got married and live their happily ever after just outside of Charleston with their fur-kids; a spoiled rat terrier, a cat who thinks he’s a dog, and a cat who think she’s an MMA fighter. When she’s not reading or writing, she works a day job in an office, and is an evening graduate student, pursuing a degree in clinical counseling. She enjoys amateur photography, traveling, and music … it’s a bonus when she can combine all three. She independently published her debut novel, Our Moon (JACT 1), in June 2015.
 
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One night, small town Texas girl, Evie Carson, goes to a concert on a photographer’s press pass to see her brother’s best friend’s popular band. She doesn’t expect to meet Joey Adams, drummer for the up-and-coming rock band, JACT. Sparks fly and a life-changing adventure begins.
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Change of Heart
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: 11.06.15

Casey Evans and Decker Abrams have been best friends since they became neighbors at the age of six. After high school, Casey abruptly leaves their hometown of Charleston, South Carolina for the west coast, leaving Decker wondering where she went and why she left. 

Three years later the two are reunited, both harboring some old resentment towards the other. Not to mention, Casey has been hiding a pretty big secret from Decker all those years. Not willing to risk losing Casey again, Decker follows her back to California in an attempt to save their friendship.

Will Casey and Decker work out their issues and be best friends again? Or will they finally become something more?

EXCERPT

“Have your kissed anyone, Casey?” Decker asked after we spread out the blanket and sat down cross-legged at the end of the dock.

I laughed. “No, Deck. Guys don’t want to kiss me.”

“That’s not true,” he said.

“Then how come I’m seventeen and I’ve never been kissed?”

He looked down at his hands, fidgeting in his lap.

“Decker?” I asked sternly. What did he do?

“I may have threatened a few of the guys on the team.”

“What?! Why? How?” I couldn’t believe he did that . No wonder guys never talked to me, let alone kissed me. I knew I was plain and all, but still. There’s someone for everyone, right? All those guys that talked to me and he chased away …

“None of those guys are good enough for you.”

“Shouldn’t that be for me to decide?” I cross my arms over my chest, downright pissed off now.

How dare he?

“I’m sorry, Case.”

“Hmmf.” I stared off into the water, ignoring him.

Decker sighed. “You know what? I’m not sorry. I don’t want you kissing other guys and that’s that.”

My eyes snapped back to his. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said, looking down at his hands again.

“Yeah, I heard you. That’s a bunch of crap, Decker. You can’t just run interference all my life.” If I was sitting, I would have stomped my feet.

“Wanna bet?”

I rolled my eyes. Arguing with him with useless. He was the most stubborn person I knew, next to myself of course.

“Whatever, Decker.”

He sighed again. “I want to be your first kiss,” he whispered, so quietly I barely heard him.

“What did you just say?”

He looked up at me. “I said I want to be your first kiss.”

“What? Why? Decker?” I didn’t know what to say. Where was this coming from? Decker wants to kiss me? Why?

“Because when I think back to my first kiss, I want it to be a happy memory. And Casey, all my memories with you are happy ones.”

I felt tears well up in my eyes. Well, if that wasn’t the sweetest thing Decker Abrams had ever said to me. And I’d be his first kiss, too? Gorgeous Decker Abrams has never kissed a girl?

He groaned at the tears. “Don’t cry, Case.”

“Happy tears, Deck. Happy tears,” I smiled at him.

He grinned that boyish grin I loved so much that always got him out of trouble … with me and every other female in his life.

“So you’ve really never kissed a girl before?” I still found that hard to believe, but Decker had never lied to me before.

He shook his head. “No. I wanted it to be special, you know?”

I nodded, “Yeah, I know.”

“So can I?” he asked, scooting closer to me on the blanket.

“Can you what?” He moved even closer.

“Kiss you?” I could feel his breath on my face, he was so close.

“Please,” I whispered, closing my eyes.

His lips brushed mine and I felt tingles all over my body. His lips were so soft, yet so firm. Suddenly his tongue was pressed against the seam of my lips. It was such a strange sensation. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, but I wanted to taste him, too.

I opened my mouth and our tongues danced against one another. Touching and twisting, each sampling what the other had to offer. He finally put his arms around me and pulled me close to him. The kiss was amazing and seemingly never-ending, despite the awkward position we were twisted into. He eventually ended it with three short pecks on my lips.

As he pulled away we both opened our eyes. He smiled, so did I.

“Wow,” I said.

“Wow,” he agreed.

“Can we do that again?” I asked.

“Definitely,” he wasted no time, leaning in again.

Decker and I made out under the stars for hours that night. Never letting the other get too far away.

It was the start of something beautiful.

But it was also the beginning of the end.

Right Place, Right Time
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Will Be Live: 07.22.16

 

Kate Dumont is an achiever, completely focused on her future. Playing the role of brilliant pre-med student doesn’t leave her much time for anything else. But is she working towards the future she wants, or the future her elitist parents have planned out for her?

Jay Spencer grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. He’s made some mistakes, and one in particular will follow him around for the rest of his life. He spends most of his days keeping himself out of trouble by following his passion, riding and repairing motorcycles.

Two lost souls met on the side of a South Carolina highway three years ago, neither one knowing what the other would eventually mean to them. Reunited in California, Kate and Jay feel a pull towards one another they cannot explain.

Will they help each other bring out the best in themselves? Or are their lives too different to even have a chance?

EXCERPT

“Stupid, no good, piece of crap!” I wince as my sandaled foot comes into contact with the unforgiving tire of my hand-me-down Mercedes convertible. My scowl turns into a frown when I pull my foot back and see the black smudge across the white straps. This day just keeps getting worse!

I tip my head back, look up to the clouds, and pray for cell signal. When that doesn’t work, I bargain. My first born … my soul … good behavior … even better grades …

No such luck.

I’m on a quiet stretch of the interstate, between Columbia and Greenville, where there have been too few passerby, not one of them kind enough to pull over and help the damsel in distress. And boy do I look the part of a damsel in distress in a white sundress and sandals with long, dark blonde hair and big, doe-like brown eyes – the picture of innocence.

If it weren’t for the hot midday sun beating down on my shoulders, I’d probably be terrified. This whole situation has a classic serial killer vibe to it, add in darkness and I would not be standing outside my vehicle right now.

I lean back against the hot car and sigh. What a day. I drove all the way to Greenville to volunteer at a community clinic’s event, just to be informed upon arrival that the event had been rescheduled. They’d posted a notice at the site, which is really helpful when you’re one hundred miles away. I frown at my dirty sandal.

Stupid car. Yes, it’s a Mercedes, but no, it’s not brand new. It’s a 1995 model passed down from my father. It has seen many, many better days in its lifetime. My dad has always taken very good care of his cars, hence the reason this fifteen-plus-year-old car is now mine. My parents may be mostly absent from my life, but my dad wouldn’t have given me a beater for a car.

Truth is, I probably missed an oil change or something. Whatever. I don’t know anything about cars. Ask me to recite all the bones in the human body and I’ll do it. Ask me to name one part of a car and you’ll get crickets. I’m practically a genius, according to my latest IQ score administered by the director of the “gifted program” at my high school, so I’m sure the mechanics of a car wouldn’t be too difficult for me to figure out and understand, but this is one of those instances where I’d rather succumb to the gender stereotypes and just play the clueless female role. There’s enough information floating around in my brain without my choosing to add more, though part of me kind of wishes I at least knew how to pop my hood right about now.

Hearing the sound of a vehicle approaching behind me, I spin around to look. Smiling widely, I’m suddenly grateful for my vehicular ignorance and damsel in distress appearance. It’s an older sedan, maybe not as old as my hand-me-down, but it doesn’t appear to be well kept. I can just make out that the driver is male through the dirty windshield.

Jeez. I hope he’s not a serial killer or something? Seriously, Kate? You did not think this through at all.

I open my car door and busy myself looking for something that could be a potential weapon should this turn into Wrong Turn. Empty water bottle, a stack of flyers for another volunteer project I’m working on, a weathered copy of Gone with the Wind … I eye the book. It’s a hardback, it might be my best bet.

I hear a throat clear and pop my head up, narrowly missing bumping it on the roof of my car. I can only see his face over the roof of the car as he’s standing on the passenger side, lower in the soft shoulder of the highway. My five foot two inch height doesn’t help matters either. But wow, if his face is anything to go by, his body must be amazing. He has the most intense gray eyes, almost silver. His nose looks slightly crooked, like it’s been broken once or twice, and he has a strong, squared jaw with subtle stubble. His hair is buzzed very short so I can’t quite tell the color but it looks dirty blond, and he’s hot – er – sweaty. Yeah, sweaty. His brow is glistening with it.

He’s all man and seventeen year old self doesn’t quite know what to do with the attraction I feel. I have never felt so nervous around a guy before. Ever. I simply don’t have time for this sort of thing. Not with my AP classes, studying, extracurricular activities, volunteer work, and college applications.

“Hey,” I smoothly call out to him, if I do say so myself.

The corner of his mouth lifts in a slight smirk and butterflies take flight in my tummy. He doesn’t move to come around to my side of the car, which is just find by me. If he were closer, he’d see the slight trembling of my hands and he might actually hear the swarm of butterflies.

“Know anything about cars?”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jennifer lives in South Carolina with her husband and their four fur-kids. She is in grad school, pursuing a Masters in Psychology for Clinical Counseling. When she is not at work or taking classes, she is either reading or writing. Books have always been a passion. She also enjoys spending time with her family, traveling to new places, and music. She released her debut novel, Our Moon, in June 2015.

 

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Hearts in the Sand is here!

 

Hearts In The Sand

(JACT Book 2)

by
Jennifer L. Allen
 
Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

The last several years of Trevor Monroe’s life have been quite a rollercoaster. He has always been the responsible and dependable one, the one friends and siblings look to for advice, or help bailing themselves out of whatever mess they’ve gotten into. He has certainly earned a month-long vacation to North Carolina’s Outer Banks.

 

Sara Sands loves her life on the Outer Banks. Sure, the road to where she is today hasn’t always been smooth, but she is the proud owner of a successful company, Sand Tours, doing what she loves, and she couldn’t love her niece and nephew more if they were her own. Life is good.

 

Fate brings Trevor and Sara together and the chemistry between the two kindred spirits cannot be denied. Against both of their natures, they decide to just enjoy the month they have together before Trevor returns home with his family to record their next album and Sara will return to her normal routine of work and family.
 
Sparks fly and their bond grows overwhelmingly stronger, will they be able to part ways with their hearts intact when the month ends?
 
EXCERPT
 
Just as Alex and Joey step out of the building, a muddy Jeep Wrangler comes rushing into the lot and jerks into a parking space, barking its tires. Muttered curse words in the most angelic of tones float across the parking lot and I can’t tear my eyes, or ears, away from the spectacle if I tried.
The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen gets out of said Jeep, slams the door, and kicks it for good measure. She tips her head back and closes her eyes, her full lips moving but I can’t hear what she’s saying. I wish I could hear what she was saying.
I take a moment to completely check her out: long, tan legs, denim short-shorts, white tank top with pink bikini straps peeking out around her neck. She’s barefoot, and something about that is sexy as hell. Her long, brown hair is in a thick braid down her back.
“Holy hot chick,” Alex says, not quietly, beside me.
 
Holy Hot Chick straightens herself out, her eyes zero in on our group—all staring in wonder now—probably wondering who had called her “hot chick”, then after staring at us—at me—for a good thirty seconds, huffs and storms into the building.
“Bitches be crazy,” Alex says with a shrug, then hops in the back and begins arguing with Joey about who gets to sit across from Max. “Sit across from your wife…Max wants to sit across from his favorite uncle. Don’t ya buddy?”
“Unca! Unca!”
“Told you!” Alex laughs maniacally. I shake my head; the antics never seem to end.
The side door of the building pops open and the beautiful brunette from the Jeep appears. Smiling and confident, she walks right up to me and sticks her hand out.
“You must be Mr. Monroe. I’m Sara, I’ll be your driver today.”
I’m not entirely sure, but I think my jaw drops for a second before I take her hand and shake. What I’d really like to do is bring her hand up to my lips and kiss it like the goddess I’m positive she must be.
“Trevor. Please, call me Trevor. Mr. Monroe was my dad.” I smile, slightly stumbling over my words.
“This is gonna be epic,” I hear Alex say in a stage whisper behind me. Sad thing is, he probably thought he was actually whispering.
“Sorry about him,” I say, still shaking her hand. “Sorry,’ I grimace, dropping her hand.
“It’s okay,” she smiles. “I guess you’re riding with me?” she asks, raising her brow and drawing my attention from her mouth to the most amazing blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Yeah, I’m riding you. With you. I’m riding with you. Shit.” I tip my head back and close my eyes, very similar to how I just saw her a few minutes ago. “I’m sorry,” I say, but I’m not sure she can hear me over Alex and Joey’s uproarious laughter from the back of the truck. I finally open my eyes and chance a look at her and see that she’s laughing a little, too.
“You’ll have to take me to dinner first,” she winks. “As for the tour, why don’t you get in the front seat while I check to make sure everyone’s seat belts are secure?”
“Can you secure my seat belt for me?” Alex asks. “Ow, what the hel—heck did you do that for?” Alex glares at Ally.
“Behave yourself!” she growls.
“Chase, control your woman! Ow! Son of a—! Switch with me Joe, sit across from your kid. Come on.”
“You think my wife won’t kick you?”
“Trev, I’ll sit up front,” Alex says, making a move to rise.
“Sorry,” Sara says, patting Alex on the shoulder. “Trevor’s too tall to sit back here. It’s in the rule book.”
“But I was born a rule breaker, baby.” Alex says, waggling his eyebrows and giving his best grin.
“You were not,” Ally interjects. “If anyone was born a rule breaker, it was me.”
“You were slow. That hardly makes you a rule breaker.”
“I was supposed to be first.”
“And that just means you’ve been failing to meet expectations since birth. Not that you’re a rule breaker.”
Ally glares at Alex, then looks at Chase expectantly. He rolls his eyes, but still elbows Alex in the side.
“Ow, what was that for?”
“Stop disrespecting your sister. You’re being an ass.”
“Language,” Evie calls out.
“Sorry,” Chase says.
“She started it,” Alex complains. “I only said I was born a rule breaker, she’s the one who started arguing with me.”
“Are they always like this?” Sara asks me as we both take a seat in the cab.
“Yes. At least once a day, every day.”
“Brother and sister?” she asks.
“Twins.” I answer as I buckle my seat belt.
Her eyes dart up to mine with genuine interest, “Really?”
“Yep.”
“That’s so cool. My niece and nephew are fraternal twins.” She smiles that heart-stopping smile again and I swear my ability to form a sentence goes straight out the window. “Ever since they were born I’ve been intrigued by research on twins and twin studies. Interesting stuff.”
“Well, you don’t want to research these twins. Trust me.”
She laughs, and if her smile hadn’t already knocked me on my ass, her laugh would have. It was ethereal, it suited her other angelic qualities…like her voice and her eyes and her smile…
“I sense there is a definite warning there,” she says, still laughing.
“Yes. It says ‘Proceed With Caution.’”

 

“You’re funny, Trevor Monroe.” I love the way my full name rolls off her tongue. Sara puts the key in the ignition and turns on the truck. The rumble of the engine cuts off conversation in the back. She grabs a small, black, wireless device from the dash and clips it to the strap of her tank top. I’m completely mesmerized by her simple movements.
Sara taps the roof of the truck through her open window, pops it into gear, and we’re off. She presses a button on the steering wheel and a red light blinks on the wireless device. When she speaks, her voice comes through the speakers.

“Hey everyone, thanks for choosing Sand Tours. I’m Sara Sands, and I’ll be your guide today.”

 

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Jennifer lives in South Carolina with her husband and their three
fur-kids. She is in grad school, pursuing a Masters in Psychology for
Clinical Counseling. When she is not at work or taking classes, she is
either reading or writing. Books have always been her passion. She also
enjoys spending time with her family, traveling to new places, and
music.

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Next up!

I am pleased to announce that I just submitted my FINAL assignment for my undergrad! What an amazing relief! However…graduate school starts on August 24th, so I will be drowning again soon enough.

With that being said, I have a lot of writing activities planned for my month off between colleges. Change of Heart is currently in its beta phase and will be until August 3rd. At that point I will be focusing on implementing the feedback I received so I can have it to my editor by September 1st. Looking at possible October/November release. Stay tuned for that!

I’ve got this issue where if I don’t have something to do, I tend to get myself into some kind of trouble. Like with Our Moon, I started going stir crazy waiting for beta feedback (pretty much started five minutes after I sent it out) so I started implementing the feedback I had already received and by the time I got all the feedback, I realized I could have, and in some places, should have, implemented things differently. Revisions and edits were a mess after that and while everything worked out, it just took longer than planned to sort myself out. So, needless to say, this time around, I’m keeping myself busy so I don’t do that again!

Busy doing what? Starting Trevor’s story, of course!!

Here’s how I write: I have several random story ideas written down. When I’m ready to write a story, I see which story is speaking to me the loudest. After I finished Our Moon, I started writing Change of Heart because the story was yelling at me! I had tried to do Joey and Evie’s short story, but Change of Heart was just in my face. So that’s what I went with.

Now I’ve got two stories making a ruckus in my head, one is Trevor’s and the other is a couple side characters from Change of Heart, but I’m going to write Trevor’s story next because readers have been asking for it and they don’t know these other characters yet, so those can wait. For now…

But anyway…I don’t like to force my writing, I like for it to flow. I like for the ideas to pop into my head so my actual thinking is limited. I know how lame that probably sounds, but I want this to be fun for me, and if I start making myself write stuff, it’s not going to be fun anymore. So that’s what happened with Joey and Evie’s story. Ideas weren’t popping into my head – and maybe that’s because their story has already happened and we already know the end result, so it’s filler stuff I need and I want that to be goooood. Who knows…all I know is that their story WILL be written, just not sure when. I’ve got Trevor’s story pretty well thought out and an idea for Alex’s, so I’ve definitely got enough to keep me busy for a while!

Our Moon is LIVE on Paperback!

I am so pleased to share that Our Moon is LIVE on paperback!!

In the beginning, I wasn’t planning to release on paperback, just ebook. Then so many people asked for it that I decided to go ahead and do it. It took a little time to put it together, especially because I wanted my cover to match the ebook and ran into a few issues since I hadn’t designed the original cover with the intent create a print cover. I just took my time with it so I would’t lose my patience, and voila! It’s finally complete.

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I will have signed copies available soon, so stay tuned!

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