Wes Davis left Vista Falls when the girl he loved got pregnant and decided they were too young and irresponsible to be parents. He signed the adoption papers, but he never stopped loving the baby he2527d never met. Years passed, success found him, but there was a hole in his heart and life that he knew only one thing could fill. His son.
Sage Breville was stunned to learn her ex-boyfriend was back in town. With him came a rush of memories and questions about the kind of life they could have had if she2527d been brave enough to stand up to her parents years ago and raise the child she2527d so desperately wanted with the man she loved.
There were some wounds time couldn2527t heal, and Sage was convinced there was no way back for them. But did Wes see it her way or was he ready to forgive… and move on?
Sage Breville was stunned to learn her ex-boyfriend was back in town. With him came a rush of memories and questions about the kind of life they could have had if she2527d been brave enough to stand up to her parents years ago and raise the child she2527d so desperately wanted with the man she loved.
There were some wounds time couldn2527t heal, and Sage was convinced there was no way back for them. But did Wes see it her way or was he ready to forgive… and move on?
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MEET THE AUTHOR
When one door closes, another one opens. I closed the door to my business for the last time in 2011, which left me with a decision. What now? Find another location and move my nutrition business, go to work for someone else, or take a chance on my dream? I chose the latter and I2527ve never looked back!
I2527ve always loved reading and writing, but it wasn2527t until I jumped in with both feet and decided writing would be my career, instead of just a hobby, that my muse woke up from her deep slumber.
I2527ve always loved reading and writing, but it wasn2527t until I jumped in with both feet and decided writing would be my career, instead of just a hobby, that my muse woke up from her deep slumber.
It was like someone flipped a switch inside my head and stories just came pouring out. At the end of the day, I would often look at the keyboard and wonder, ‘Who the heck wrote that? ‘Cause I2527m pretty sure it wasn2527t me!2527
I don2527t write books. I tell stories, or rather, I allow my characters to tell their stories through me. I2527m not a plotter, never have been, never will be. Why? Because I have no idea how the story will evolve and it2527s not my place to manipulate it. My job is to get to know these characters, figure out what makes them tick, then follow their journey wherever it takes me.
When I2527m not writing, I2527m daydreaming. Thankfully, I have an understanding husband and son who know I2527ll re-join the land of the living just as soon as my muse decides it2527s quitting time. I don2527t work for myself. I work for her. She2527s the boss. And I2527m okay with that.
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