Dreams are meant to be pursued.
I always thought it was true about my daughter’s dreams. Gail wanted to be an actress and I would do anything in my power to make that happen. My own dreams? They had gotten hopelessly lost in the turmoil of every day struggle. So out of reach I stopped dreaming altogether. Up until Harrison Trent showed up in our small town for auditions to a TV show he directed.
I thought it was a make or break for Gail. Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected it was one for me, too.
Harrison Trent, a billionaire movie director, with a gaze like fire, lips like sin and a tongue that could make you beg. He came for the auditions, but he stayed for… me?
ROMANTIC FEEL-GOOD
WITH A BIT OF COMEDY
Mortified!
NEXT IN LINE IS GLEN!
Title reveal, cover reveal and blurb still coming.
Bear with me here, I'm a bit chaotic!
A STANDALONE
EMOTIONAL SLOW-BURN
After falling out of the sky- quite literally- with an airplane, Amber goes though life simply surviving from week to week. Her traumatic experience keeps on haunting her day and night, but mostly at night, and it seems there's no way out. Nothing left to try for. If life is only a torture, why keep on going?
The answer is simple: Adriaan.
The man has managed to get through her defences and keeps her hope alive. He's the reason the get out of bed in the morning. He's the reason to push through the terror encompassing her. He's also her therapist. A new fear surfaces past the trauma: confessing her feelings for him.
Adriaan couldn't possibly love her back. Not only because relationships between a therapist and their patient are not allowed, but also because she's damaged.
Keeping her obsession secret draws Amber closer to Huub. He's nice. He's successful. He's good in bed. But he's not Adriaan.
Amber struggles through life, holding onto a small spark of hope and the love she keeps on running from.
A STANDALONE
Title reveal, cover reveal and blurb still coming.
I've been wanting to write this one for a while now, but keep getting distracted. It will come at one point, I swear. I have the cover, so it has to, right?