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'Blindness' Cover Reveal
I'm so excited to share this with everyone. It's the 'Blindness' cover reveal! Book will be live in February - please feel free to shelve it like crazy now, though. I'll let you all know when pre-orders are up on Barnes & Noble and iBooks.
In the meantime, here's the cover and synopsis:
It takes a while to know who you really are. And when you lose your way, sometimes it’s hard to find it again.
Charlie Hudson was on the verge of figuring that out when her dad—the only parent and friend she ever had—died suddenly. She was barely 18, and she was alone. So she went for easy—playing life safe, running away from a home that harbored nothing but bad memories and challenges and loving a man who would take her away from it all forever.
It’s funny how chance takes over when you need it most. And that’s exactly what brought Cody Carmichael into her life. A former motocross super star, Cody was now happy to be living the blue collar life, spending his days finishing up school and his nights under the hood of some classic car, just trying to keep everything his father taught him alive. Cody and Charlie were living parallel lives, until they finally collided. And the moment he smiled at her, Charlie knew he was the one who would change everything. But was she willing to take the risk?
Cody saw through it all. He saw her—all of her. But would letting him in be too much to take? And if Charlie let herself love him—really love him—could he love her back?
In the meantime, here's the cover and synopsis:
It takes a while to know who you really are. And when you lose your way, sometimes it’s hard to find it again.
Charlie Hudson was on the verge of figuring that out when her dad—the only parent and friend she ever had—died suddenly. She was barely 18, and she was alone. So she went for easy—playing life safe, running away from a home that harbored nothing but bad memories and challenges and loving a man who would take her away from it all forever.
It’s funny how chance takes over when you need it most. And that’s exactly what brought Cody Carmichael into her life. A former motocross super star, Cody was now happy to be living the blue collar life, spending his days finishing up school and his nights under the hood of some classic car, just trying to keep everything his father taught him alive. Cody and Charlie were living parallel lives, until they finally collided. And the moment he smiled at her, Charlie knew he was the one who would change everything. But was she willing to take the risk?
Cody saw through it all. He saw her—all of her. But would letting him in be too much to take? And if Charlie let herself love him—really love him—could he love her back?
THIS IS FALLING - First Chapter Posted On My Website!
THIS IS FALLING is almost here! I think this is a story that those of you who read Waiting on the Sidelines are really going to enjoy. It falls somewhere in between. It's that first year of college, where everything is new and different and scary and wonderful all at the same time. THIS IS FALLING captures that; at least, I hope it does. And then it takes another step, adding the layers of life, love, fear and heartbreak into the mix. I'm tremendously excited for everyone to read it, and hope you will enjoy this first little taste.
I've posted the first chapter on my website here: www.littlemisswrite.com/chapter/. In the first chapter, you get to meet Rowe. But Nate, he's coming. In fact, I'll let you meet him next week…when I post chapter 2!
Thank you all for being such amazing readers. I will do my damnedest to deliver stories you deserve.
All my best,
Ginger
I've posted the first chapter on my website here: www.littlemisswrite.com/chapter/. In the first chapter, you get to meet Rowe. But Nate, he's coming. In fact, I'll let you meet him next week…when I post chapter 2!
Thank you all for being such amazing readers. I will do my damnedest to deliver stories you deserve.
All my best,
Ginger
This Is Me…Holding My Breath
When I was a freshman in high school, I had a boyfriend. I know, I know…that's a really bland statement, but hang with me here. Now, where was I? Oh yes, the boyfriend. Nice guy, grew up to be a great human being. Anyhow, this post isn't really about the boyfriend.
My boyfriend had a best friend, and this best friend had a girlfriend, too. She and I…we did not run in the same circles. Not that we were enemies or anything. Our paths just didn't really cross. I was the band, sports, get good grades sort. She was more in the "I get invited to the parties with the cool older kids" crowd. Quite frankly, we didn't know much of each other at all.
Anyhow, one day during lunch, my boyfriend told me that he was mad at her. I asked him why, and he said that he didn't like what she said about me.
My stomach hurt hearing this, but I kept the calm exterior on my face and asked what she said.
"She said you were boring," he said.
Boring. Huh. Truthfully, it could have been a lot worse. But boring. Boring. I ruminated on this for a while, not quite sure how I felt about it.
My boyfriend went on, saying that she said she didn't understand why he liked me, because I was "boring, and didn't really have anything special."
Yeah, okay. That next part stung. Humor, my defense mechanism, even as a young teen, kicked in. I told him I would get right on sky diving and feeling G-force in an F-16 from Luke Air Force Base. He laughed and walked me to class.
I'm fairly positive that this "boring" thing left his mind the second fifth period began. And I'm pretty sure that the idea of me being boring was gone from the mind of the girl who said those words about me moments after she uttered them. They were speed bumps for them, filler for their day, so absolutely inconsequential that I can almost guarantee if I were to bring it up at a reunion (oh god, believe me, I won't), they would look at me like I'm nuts.
But for me…for me, this little speed bump left a mark. I don't think about it often, and sometimes years go by without even recalling this little adolescent blip on my lifeline. But it's there, and I can close my eyes and hear the conversation so vividly that I could convince myself I were actually in that moment. A girl, who I didn't even really know, called me boring--and I know there are a lot worse things people can call me--but damn did this little nothing ever make me feel bad.
Why am I thinking about this? Well, there are probably a few reasons. Firstly, I have seen a lot of bullying lately--the cyber kind and beyond--and it just gives me a funny taste. I wish like hell I were bigger, braver, stronger (basically, I want to be a Kanye song), so I could insert myself and hold up a hand to make it stop. It's something I'm working on. But until then, maybe just heed my little plea that we all try to be nicer to one another, or at least demonstrate respect.
And then there's that other thing that has my head spinning. This Is Falling comes out in hours…literally hours. And like my four previous releases, I am so anxious, excited and…did I mention anxious? I think I could throw up. But release day always makes me sit on the edge of my seat because my god…you amazing readers. You have no idea how overjoyed and happy you make me, to know that my stories have a home in your hands, on your kindles, in your nooks. And there probably is a little piece of me (okay, there is definitely a piece of me) that sort of grins at the girl who once labeled me so easily, and it's because of you.
Writing stories like these, this is all I ever wanted out of life. And you will never know how grateful I am that you make it possible. And yeah, that 14-year-old is probably still buried inside of me, also wanting to be liked. But she sure as hell doesn't think she's boring. So thank you for that gift. And truly, I hope you enjoy Falling. I put my heart and soul into it and will promise you to always give nothing less.
My boyfriend had a best friend, and this best friend had a girlfriend, too. She and I…we did not run in the same circles. Not that we were enemies or anything. Our paths just didn't really cross. I was the band, sports, get good grades sort. She was more in the "I get invited to the parties with the cool older kids" crowd. Quite frankly, we didn't know much of each other at all.
Anyhow, one day during lunch, my boyfriend told me that he was mad at her. I asked him why, and he said that he didn't like what she said about me.
My stomach hurt hearing this, but I kept the calm exterior on my face and asked what she said.
"She said you were boring," he said.
Boring. Huh. Truthfully, it could have been a lot worse. But boring. Boring. I ruminated on this for a while, not quite sure how I felt about it.
My boyfriend went on, saying that she said she didn't understand why he liked me, because I was "boring, and didn't really have anything special."
Yeah, okay. That next part stung. Humor, my defense mechanism, even as a young teen, kicked in. I told him I would get right on sky diving and feeling G-force in an F-16 from Luke Air Force Base. He laughed and walked me to class.
I'm fairly positive that this "boring" thing left his mind the second fifth period began. And I'm pretty sure that the idea of me being boring was gone from the mind of the girl who said those words about me moments after she uttered them. They were speed bumps for them, filler for their day, so absolutely inconsequential that I can almost guarantee if I were to bring it up at a reunion (oh god, believe me, I won't), they would look at me like I'm nuts.
But for me…for me, this little speed bump left a mark. I don't think about it often, and sometimes years go by without even recalling this little adolescent blip on my lifeline. But it's there, and I can close my eyes and hear the conversation so vividly that I could convince myself I were actually in that moment. A girl, who I didn't even really know, called me boring--and I know there are a lot worse things people can call me--but damn did this little nothing ever make me feel bad.
Why am I thinking about this? Well, there are probably a few reasons. Firstly, I have seen a lot of bullying lately--the cyber kind and beyond--and it just gives me a funny taste. I wish like hell I were bigger, braver, stronger (basically, I want to be a Kanye song), so I could insert myself and hold up a hand to make it stop. It's something I'm working on. But until then, maybe just heed my little plea that we all try to be nicer to one another, or at least demonstrate respect.
And then there's that other thing that has my head spinning. This Is Falling comes out in hours…literally hours. And like my four previous releases, I am so anxious, excited and…did I mention anxious? I think I could throw up. But release day always makes me sit on the edge of my seat because my god…you amazing readers. You have no idea how overjoyed and happy you make me, to know that my stories have a home in your hands, on your kindles, in your nooks. And there probably is a little piece of me (okay, there is definitely a piece of me) that sort of grins at the girl who once labeled me so easily, and it's because of you.
Writing stories like these, this is all I ever wanted out of life. And you will never know how grateful I am that you make it possible. And yeah, that 14-year-old is probably still buried inside of me, also wanting to be liked. But she sure as hell doesn't think she's boring. So thank you for that gift. And truly, I hope you enjoy Falling. I put my heart and soul into it and will promise you to always give nothing less.
