Faith Troyer's Blog
December 17, 2020
He's The Goal New release date
As an indie author, I'm learning how difficult it is to juggle both working full time and writing an entire novel; a daunting, but worthwhile task if you ask me. I however have to push the release back of my new novel, "He's the Goal" for January 22nd. I want to ensure that I'll give my readers something incredible. So a little more time is what I needed to really make this book shine! For those that pre - ordered have been sent an email with the new date. I have left the link below, if you'd like to pre - order your copy now!
https://www.amazon.com/Hes-Goal-Faith...
https://www.amazon.com/Hes-Goal-Faith...
November 29, 2020
He's The Goal Sneak peek
Hello everyone! I'm so excited to announce that I have a new book coming out on 12/23/2020, entitled He's The Goal, available for pre - order on Amazon for 99 cents. Vada and Max become roommates as a favor to her brother, but they aren't exactly the best of friends.
In this scene, it's their first day as roommates, and poor Vada is losing her mind. Good thing Max is handsome and charming as hell, because she's already annoyed and they've only lived together for less than a day.
'I only have one day off this week, and I’m not wasting it on Maxwell. I busy myself for a while, putting some clothes away in my closet and chest of drawers, as I wait for Monica’s reply text when I hear a loud clattering coming from the living room. My head jerks to the left, feeling my shoulders slump as a fiery annoyance courses through my veins like wildfire. Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! What the hell is he doing out there? He better not be making a fucking mess because I swear I’ll kill him. I hold still for just a second, waiting for another loud clunk to hit the floor. CLUNK! Ugh! It’s only day one, and I already want to commit murder. I’m not used to all of this loud banging. I got my first place when I was nineteen and lived alone for a few years until Jack moved in so that I could save money on rent for tuition for school. He’s not the ‘dream’ roommate by any means, but at least he’s semi-clean and doesn't bug the shit out of me the way Maxwell does. Another clunk comes in from the living room, followed by a shrewd assault of hard rock; sharp guitar riffs smack me in the face and threaten to knock me over. Oh, hell, no! That’s it. I slam my dresser drawer shut, making the little trinkets and jewelry box atop shake suddenly. Balling my fists at my sides, I stomp out from the protective shelter that is my room and trudge down the hall.'
In this scene, it's their first day as roommates, and poor Vada is losing her mind. Good thing Max is handsome and charming as hell, because she's already annoyed and they've only lived together for less than a day.
'I only have one day off this week, and I’m not wasting it on Maxwell. I busy myself for a while, putting some clothes away in my closet and chest of drawers, as I wait for Monica’s reply text when I hear a loud clattering coming from the living room. My head jerks to the left, feeling my shoulders slump as a fiery annoyance courses through my veins like wildfire. Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! What the hell is he doing out there? He better not be making a fucking mess because I swear I’ll kill him. I hold still for just a second, waiting for another loud clunk to hit the floor. CLUNK! Ugh! It’s only day one, and I already want to commit murder. I’m not used to all of this loud banging. I got my first place when I was nineteen and lived alone for a few years until Jack moved in so that I could save money on rent for tuition for school. He’s not the ‘dream’ roommate by any means, but at least he’s semi-clean and doesn't bug the shit out of me the way Maxwell does. Another clunk comes in from the living room, followed by a shrewd assault of hard rock; sharp guitar riffs smack me in the face and threaten to knock me over. Oh, hell, no! That’s it. I slam my dresser drawer shut, making the little trinkets and jewelry box atop shake suddenly. Balling my fists at my sides, I stomp out from the protective shelter that is my room and trudge down the hall.'
