To celebrate summer, I’ve teamed up with 35 fantastic authors to give away a huge collection of romances, PLUS a Kindle fire! My book, Love Coming Late, is included in the prize package.
Go here to enter to win!
Votes are in and you guys chose A Thousand Years by Christina Perri for Colby and Cynthia’s love song. Here’s the link to the poll with the final numbers. Congratulations to Emily R. for submitting the winning song, your $25 Amazon gift card is on the way!
Thank you to everyone who submitted songs and voted. These contests are a lot of fun; we’ll do another one with the next Snow Valley release.
And because today is my wedding anniversary, here’s a picture of me and my sexy new husband on our big day. I felt so grown up, but now I think we look like babies.
Happy anniversary, Dan. I love you!
I had a hard time coming up with Cameron and Kyle’s song in Tin Foil Tiaras, so I decided to make you guys do it and you delivered in a big way! I loved your suggestions and the winning song (I Knew I Loved You, by Savage Garden) was perfect for those two. So we’re having another contest for Cynthia and Colby in Love Coming Late. Here are the rules:
1. You can enter up to five songs max.
2. Entries must be received by March 31, 2016.
3. I will put all the suggestions into a poll hosted here and you can vote for your favorite.
4. The song with the highest number of votes wins and whoever submitted it will get a $25 Amazon gift card.
5. If more than one person submits the winning song, I’ll hold a random drawing for the gift card.
6. Submit entries either by commenting here, on my author page on Facebook, or emailing them to email@example.com.
by Jeanette Lewis
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“Cynthia?” Colby’s brow wrinkled in concern.
“Sorry. I’m fine.” She jumped up and yanked her hand from his grip.
He gave her a puzzled look. “Lily and I are going to lunch. Do you want to come?”
She glanced across the studio where Lily twirled in the new skirt. “I think … thank you, but I can’t.”
“You sure? We’re going to Big C’s. You can’t tell me you don’t love Big C’s.”
She hesitated, aching to spend more time basking in the warmth of his gaze. But she couldn’t; it would only lead to problems. “Don’t you want some alone time with Lily?” she asked.
A little of the sparkle faded from his eyes. “Okay,” he said quietly. “Well … thanks for teaching today. Lily had a good time.”
She forced a smile, already regretting turning him down, but determined not to act like a fool and fall for this man. “It was fun.”
“Bye, Miss Cynthia!” Lily waved as Colby took her hand and led her out of the studio.
Cynthia smiled and returned the wave. The bells on the door jangled one more time as they left.
She sighed and pressed her fingertips to her temples. She’d done the right thing. So why did she hurt so much?
Sighing, she pulled the elastic out of her hair, freeing it from the ponytail, then worked her fingers through the blond waves, freeing any bobby pins. Her eye fell on Madame Dubois’s music collection again. The top CD was an album by Lindsey Stirling. It appeared Madame Dubois was branching out from classical music. Or maybe she’d been fooled by the image of the ballerina on the cover.
Cynthia put the disc into the player and hit the button, then twisted the dial to turn the music up almost as loud as it would go. Lindsey’s flawless violin thundered through the speakers and Cynthia launched herself into the music, whirling along with the lyrics to “Shatter Me.”
Fear. She’d lived her entire life in fear: fear of being alone, fear of being rejected, fear of emotional pain. Had she ever really felt alive? Or had she lived by routine for so long, always offering to take the bullet, believing self-sacrifice was a noble thing and never, ever realizing that wanting was okay … reaching for things was okay … trying for something was okay?
The song was about a ballerina, but Cynthia was no ballerina now. Her dancing was raw and urgent, laced with want and pain and regret and … a small glimmer of optimism. It was time to stop being afraid.
The final strains of the song died out and the speakers shot static. Breathless and gasping, Cynthia turned and met Colby Schroder’s eyes from across the room. She’d forgotten to lock the door. “Oh!”
“Lily forgot her skirt,” he said, pointing to the pile of purple fabric crumpled near the barre.
She punched the button on the stereo, silencing the static. “Sorry … I was just …” Her hands fumbled with the practice skirt as she trailed off; he knew what she was doing.
“Come get lunch with us,” he said softly.
“Okay,” she whispered.
The Spring in Snow Valley anthology went up for pre-order today on Amazon! Check out the cover, isn’t it fun? The spring colors make me want to plant some bulbs and paint a few Easter eggs.
My contribution this time is Love Coming Late.
Cynthia Eddington never thought she’d return to Snow Valley after a string of bad luck forced the sale of her beloved farm there. But here she is, about to start a new life with her children, Jackson and Anoria. Cynthia plans to focus on her career and her family; she’s not looking for romance and she’s definitely not looking for sexy cowboy, Colby Schroder.
Writing about Snow Valley has become like writing about home and followers of the series will recognize many of the characters throughout the books. I absolutely love how we have characters who show up in multiple books and families who are followed throughout the series.
I’ll have more info on the other five stories in the weeks to come, as well as an excerpt from Love Coming Late. In the meantime, click over to Amazon to pick up the Spring in Snow Valley anthology for only $4.99.