Posted on July 12th, 2017

Turn the Page is now available on all retailers! Grab your copy here while it's still at the special pre-order price!


Posted on July 10th, 2017

To celebrate the release of Turn the Page, I'm offering my bestselling novel, Songbird, for FREE for the very first time on Kindle! Happy Reading! ♥
 


Posted on July 6th, 2017

It's only five days until Turn the Page goes LIVE!
Here's another excerpt:

It felt good to be writing songs again—even if he was the only one who might ever hear them.
 
Well, he and Jolie.
 
When Corbin let it slip that he’d been writing, Jolie begged him to bring his guitar to the river the next afternoon.
 
“The fall leaves are beautiful,” Corbin said, gazing at the mountains in the distance.
 
“They are. And you’re stalling.”
 
He couldn’t deny it. Corbin had never been one to be nervous about sharing new songs, but for some reason, this seemed different. Important. Meaningful. Maybe because the inspiration for these songs was sitting right in front of him, with her long hair in a braid and her green eyes bright with excitement as she eagerly awaited whatever he was about to play for her.
 
But that wasn’t the only reason he was nervous.
 
“I have a confession to make, Jolie.”
 
She crossed her legs in front of her. “Okay.”
 
“These songs . . . they’re the most I’ve ever written . . . while sober.”
 
Jolie nodded in understanding.
 
“I mean, there’s a very good chance they’ll suck. I just want you to be prepared. And I want you to be honest if they are.”
 
“They won’t suck.”
 
“How do you know?”
 
“Because they won’t.”
 
Corbin sighed heavily and pulled his guitar out of its case. Her faith unnerved him, maybe because he was used to letting everyone down. The very last thing he ever wanted to do was disappoint her.
Jolie must’ve sensed his anxiety, because before he placed his fingers on the strings, she gently reached for his hand.
 
“Don’t be nervous. It’s just me.”
 
Corbin smiled and squeezed her hand. She had no way of knowing it, but these days, it was her opinion that mattered most.
 
Taking a deep breath, he attached the capo to the neck of the guitar and strummed a few strings to make sure it was in tune.
 
Then he started to sing.
 
One song effortlessly flowed into the next, with Corbin’s soft tenor voice echoing across the water. He kept his eyes closed or on his guitar the entire time, too afraid to see Jolie’s reaction to the music. It was only when he played the final note in his last song that he finally allowed himself a glance at the beautiful woman sitting in front of him.
 
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
 
“I know they’re rough,” he said, his voice shaking slightly as he placed his guitar back in the case. “I’m still struggling with the bridge in that last one. My fault, since I wrote it that way. I was thinking maybe I should cut it out completely or—”
 
“Corbin—”
 
“And in the first song . . . the chorus needs some work. I’m thinking maybe trying it in a different key or something. I don’t know.”
 
“Corbin James, shut up and listen to me.”
 
He took a steadying breath and gazed at her.
 
“I loved them,” she said softly.
 
“Yeah?”
 
“Every single word. Every single note.”
 
Corbin lifted his hand and trailed his fingers along her cheek, wiping her tears away. He heard her breath hitch in her throat as he leaned closer. He knew it was risky. Kissing her could ruin everything before it even had the chance to turn into something . . . something that might be incredible and wonderful and life changing.
 
It was a chance he had to take.
 
Not kissing her simply wasn’t an option.
 
Not anymore.
 
Jolie’s eyes fluttered closed as he cupped her cheek, letting his nose glide against hers. With a quiet sigh, her lips parted in silent invitation, and he couldn’t help but smile when he felt her tremble against him.
 
“This could change everything,” Corbin whispered, kissing the hollow just below her ear.
 
“I hope so.”
 
Their arms wrapped around each other, and Corbin buried his face against her neck, inhaling deeply and drowning in her sweet scent. She moaned softly, and it was that moan that finally broke him.
 
Corbin had every intention of kissing her gently, but her moan, combined with her hands pulling him impossibly closer, sent his body into overdrive, and they both groaned when his mouth hungrily captured hers. Frantic and sweet. Frenzied and tender. With quiet sighs and gentle whispers and warm arms that held each other tight, they laid back against the autumn grass and kissed until the sun disappeared behind the mountains.
 

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Posted on July 1st, 2017

Isn't it gorgeous?
I can't wait for you guys to meet Corbin & Jolie!


Posted on June 24th, 2017

The cover reveal isn't until June 30, but Turn the Page is now available for pre-order here!

To celebrate, I thought I'd share one of my favorite scenes from the book. Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

 
After breakfast, Corbin felt the need to escape for a few hours before the entire family descended. Using his broken guitar string as an excuse, Corbin drove into town to check out the new bookstore. He peeked through the window and was happy to see it wasn’t too crowded. A tinkling bell greeted him as he walked through the door.

“I’ll be right with you!” A woman’s voice called from somewhere in the store.

Corbin took the opportunity to look around. Turn the Page was definitely a small shop, but it had shelves upon shelves of books and music. He hadn’t read a book in years, so naturally, he gravitated toward the instruments. A few mandolins and guitars were displayed on the back wall, and beneath them was a huge collection of sheet music, songbooks, and strings. He hummed along with the Ed Sheeran song streaming from the store’s speakers while he searched through the CD bin. Corbin grinned when he found artists like Mumford and Sons, Brandy Clark, Alison Krauss, and Chris Stapleton.

Mom’s right. This girl’s a music lover.

Then he saw it. The CD was impossible to miss, especially with his name right there on the cover in big, red letters.

Corbin’s hands froze.

Then they started to shake.

It seemed like a hundred years ago, but in reality, it had only been five. At the age of eighteen, Corbin had been confident. Some called him cocky. Looking back, he realized that was probably a more accurate description.

With trembling hands, he flipped the CD to look at the track listing on the back of his debut album. Corbin had written every song on it. A couple were hits. Most weren’t. When his label suggested he write more radio-friendly songs for the second album, he’d ignored them. Without their support, that album had drifted into obscurity. Just like its singer.

“Good album. Local guy.”

Corbin looked up to find himself staring into a pair of deep green eyes. Her face flickered with surprise when she recognized her customer. Then she laughed.

“Oh. I guess you know it’s good. I mean, since it’s yours.”

He grinned. “Sorry, Mom told me your name but—”

“It’s Jolie. Jolie Daniels.”

“Nice to meet you, Jolie. And I’m glad you like it. You’re one of the few.”

“Well, that’s not your fault. That indie-folk-rock thing is considered cool . . . now. You were way before your time. It’s a shame, too, because it’s a good album. A solid debut. You should be proud of it.”

Corbin smiled. It’d been a long time since someone had gone total fangirl on him. It felt good. Especially coming from such a beautiful girl with long blonde hair and the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen.

I want to write a song about those eyes.

“I appreciate that, Jolie. You know, I could sign it for you.”

She frowned. “Why would I want you to sign it?”

Corbin grimaced when he checked the price. It was almost insulting.

“Because you could sell it for more than five bucks. It’s out of print now. It might be worth some cash, especially with my autograph. And I’m sure you could use the money.”

“What makes you think I need the money?”

“Everybody can use—”

“My bookstore does just fine, thank you very much.”

“I’m sure it—”

“I don’t need your charity. Especially for a CD that I can’t even give away.” Her voice softened. “Which is a shame, because it’s a good album, with a lot of heartfelt lyrics.”

Corbin smirked. “You really think it’s good?”

“I do, but I certainly don’t need you to do me any favors by signing it.”

She was even more gorgeous when she was pissed.

“I’m sorry. Honestly. You were just looking at me with those big green eyes, all star-struck and cute, and I thought—”

Her shoulders stiffened. “Star-struck? Are you serious?”

“Well . . .”

Jolie snatched the CD out of his hand and tossed it back into the bin.

“Let me tell you something, Corbin James. I don’t need your charity, and I am nowhere near star-struck. You were a good musician . . . five years ago. Do you still play? When’s the last time you wrote a song?”

He actually wrote a song about a month ago, but he thought it was pretty shitty, and he wouldn’t dare show it to anyone.

“I’m sor—”

“Apology accepted. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have books to shelve.”

“I could use some guitar strings.”

“We’re out of strings.”

He glanced at the gigantic wall of strings. Liar.

“Have a nice day, Corbin James.”

He couldn’t keep from smiling as Jolie stalked toward the self-help section. He tried to ignore the way her jeans swayed and the way her blonde ponytail bounced as she walked away.

Corbin had never been good at ignoring such things.