Just as her life is in shambles and the quaint town is suffocating her, she meets Chase.
Somewhere in the mix of bummer summer and small town doldrums, he becomes the boy she can't seem to avoid falling for. Just adding him to the picture, her stay starts to get better, even if she knows it has to end with the summer holidays.
That is until Betty drops a life-shattering bomb.
Roxie must make a choice that will change her life forever. What happens when a spoiled brat from New York learns the true meaning of love, loss, and forgiveness?
Can Chase and Roxie find a way to be together or is this just another summer romance?
Now for some teasers:
The funny:“I like your jammies. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen so many colors throw up on someone’s clothes.” I looked up at him, prepared to voice my outrage, but his smile disarmed me once again. He was taunting me, trying to get a rise out of me and damn if he hadn’t come close to succeeding. I wouldn’t let him win.
“Thank you. I like your outfit as well. I have to say, Redneck Chic suits you quite well,” I replied, my sugary-sweet smile still firmly in place.
“Ya haven’t heard? It’s the latest trend. I can help ya catch up, if ya want?”
Caught off guard, I laughed out loud, covering my mouth quickly, trying hard to suppress the snort that I was sure was about to escape. His own masculine laughter joined with mine, mingling and building, until both of us were clutching our sides. I hadn’t had a good laugh in...well, forever. I heard the doors to the kitchen swing open again and glanced up as Grandma entered the room. She looked between us, her eyes searching for what had caused our raucous laughter.
“I always miss the funny. Wanna fill me in?” she asked as she pulled a package of fresh sausage out of the fridge and slapped it on the counter.
“It seems that our dear Chase here is a fashion guru. He has offered to help me learn the ins and outs of his style,” I replied as I looked over at Grandma. She scowled at me, but I continued anyway. “It seems that my style isn’t to his liking.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I really do like those pants. But I’m afraid you’re gonna have a hard time blending in around here if you continue to wear them,” he teased, laughing as he took in Grandma’s bewildered face.
“Now who said I wanted to blend in?” I teased back, earning another scolding look from Grandma.
The Intense:
I balled my fists up and tried not to do something stupid. I stared her square in the eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m just living up to your expectations, Grandma,” I spat the last word at her. “You were right about me. I’m nothing but trouble. I ruin every person I come in contact with. Just ask Mom and Dad! I probably ruined them as well!”
I tried to run again, but her small hands forcefully grabbed my arm and pulled me back around. “You had nothing to do with their unhappiness, do ya hear me? Nothing!” She shook my arm and stared intensely at me.
I jerked my arm out of her hand. I couldn’t bear to feel her rough hands on me. “Don’t lie to me! The least you could do is be honest with me!” I could feel my
body shaking as the adrenaline coursed through my body. “How the hell would you know anything about them, anyway? It’s not like you’ve actually been there, have you?”
“I wanted to be Rox-”
“No! If you really wanted to be there, you would have! You could have come to see us anytime!”
“The door works both ways! I tried to get your mother to visit, but she was full of excuses. There was always something more important! So I quit asking.”
“What about a phone call? You sit here on your high horse and lecture me about hurting Chase, and yet you have ignored your only child, and granddaughter, for sixteen years! You have no right to say a damn thing to me!” I screamed as I struggled to hold back the tears that were ready to drop. There was no way in hell she was going to have that power over me. I stormed up the stairs and slammed into my room.
The Aww:
A tense silence engulfed us. I could feel the hurt pouring off of him. It seemed that I was destined to keep screwing up and hurting him. “I suck at this. Friendship, I mean.”
“How can you suck at friendship? Either you care about someone, or you don’t.” He glanced at me, barely taking his eyes off of the road.
“It’s not always that simple. At least not for me.” I barely spoke the words out loud, but I was certain that he had heard me.
“It could be, if you let it,” he tapped his fingers on the wheel. “I could help you, if you want. I’ve been told I make a pretty good friend.”
I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. “Are you propositioning me?”
He laughed and the sound eased some of the tension between us. “I guess I am. But just so you know, no other friend will ever compare to me. I’m that good.”
“I’d like that. A lot,” I said quietly. When I glanced over at him I noticed that he had a huge smile on his face. “But just so you know, I will probably screw it up. Repeatedly.”
Now for my Review:
About Ruthi:
She has always had a fascination with books, losing herself completely in numerous books, enjoying the worlds she found that were so unlike her own. They were her escape, and eventually became her passion.
Her family has been putting up with her and her incoherent ramblings while she worked on her debut novel, Knotted Roots. Her five year old and Fiance have suffered through many “fend for yourself” nights, but somehow still manage to love her anyway.
She is now attending the Southern New Hampshire University, working on her Bachelor’s in Creative Writing/Fiction so that she can create her own worlds for others to fall in love with.
Okay, now that I’m done talking in the third person, let me just say that I love connecting with people via Facebook, Goodreads, my blog, etc. If you would like to chat, you can usually find me online at any given time. I also want to say thank you to each and every person who reads my book. It was a labor of love and I truly hope that you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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