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Published by Page & Vine
Distributed by Simon & Schuster
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About The Book
For fans of Lucy Score and Colleen Hoover, a heart-wrenching contemporary romance about a young woman with a traumatic past who falls for the single dad next door.
I was eighteen, he was thirty-one. We were worlds apart. But right next door. The temptations were too strong.
My future is a big ‘what if’ at the moment and I’m fine with that.
For the most part.
When Thayer Holmes moves in next door, the grumpy landscaper both fascinates and amuses me.
When he asks me to nanny his kid, it’s a great way to make some extra money.
It’s impossible not to fall in love with Thayer and his adorable son.
There’s a big problem though.
I’m eighteen. He’s thirty-one.
Falling for someone almost fifteen years older than me wasn’t part of my plans, but sometimes things happen when you least expect them.
I was eighteen, he was thirty-one. We were worlds apart. But right next door. The temptations were too strong.
My future is a big ‘what if’ at the moment and I’m fine with that.
For the most part.
When Thayer Holmes moves in next door, the grumpy landscaper both fascinates and amuses me.
When he asks me to nanny his kid, it’s a great way to make some extra money.
It’s impossible not to fall in love with Thayer and his adorable son.
There’s a big problem though.
I’m eighteen. He’s thirty-one.
Falling for someone almost fifteen years older than me wasn’t part of my plans, but sometimes things happen when you least expect them.
Excerpt
Prologue
Five Years Ago
I didn’t cry when my dad died.
As the cancer consumed his body, eating away at his muscle, tissue, every little bit of him—I didn’t cry.
When his body was hauled out of the house in a black bag on a stretcher, I didn’t cry.
Staring at his once emaciated form in the casket puffed up with fillers and whatever magic the mortician worked, I didn’t cry.
On the drive to the cemetery, I didn’t cry.
I didn’t cry as the preacher spoke of life and death, the inevitability of it all despite a life well lived.
I didn’t cry.
My sister didn’t cry either.
Neither did my mother.
Abusers don’t deserve tears.
When the last flower was placed on the casket, and it was all over, I didn’t cry.
I smiled.
Five Years Ago
I didn’t cry when my dad died.
As the cancer consumed his body, eating away at his muscle, tissue, every little bit of him—I didn’t cry.
When his body was hauled out of the house in a black bag on a stretcher, I didn’t cry.
Staring at his once emaciated form in the casket puffed up with fillers and whatever magic the mortician worked, I didn’t cry.
On the drive to the cemetery, I didn’t cry.
I didn’t cry as the preacher spoke of life and death, the inevitability of it all despite a life well lived.
I didn’t cry.
My sister didn’t cry either.
Neither did my mother.
Abusers don’t deserve tears.
When the last flower was placed on the casket, and it was all over, I didn’t cry.
I smiled.
Product Details
- Publisher: Page & Vine (April 4, 2023)
- Length: 368 pages
- ISBN13: 9798987190104
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Raves and Reviews
“Everyone deserves to have someone who’s there for them. I want to be your someone.”
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Abusers don’t deserve tears. When the last flower was placed on the casket, and it was all over, I didn’t cry. I smiled.
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“Love is like wildflowers; It’s often found in the most unlikely places.”
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“But that’s life. It’s fluid, always moving, always changing. You either flow with it or you drown.”“Everyone deserves to have someone who’s there for them. I want to be your someone.”
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