I am so excited about Quinn Loftis' upcoming release of The Open Road! It's due to be released February 13, 2019 (in about two weeks).
Synopsis:
Like all young couples,
Jason O’Neal and his wife, Bethany, imagined a long and happy life with
their children. But when Jason loses his family to a tragic accident,
his storybook life dies with them on a two-lane highway. Unable to cope
with the loss, Jason makes a last-ditch effort to find peace with their
deaths. He plans to fulfill Bethany’s dream of visiting all fifty
states, leaving mementos of his family along the way.
Samantha
Showalter knows heartache after being left crying in an empty parking
lot at the end of a three-year, abusive relationship. Seven months
later, she’s rebuilding her life through sheer force of will, until her
ex-fiancé shows up at her doorstep unannounced. But Samantha's best
friend has a plan to help Sam let go of her past once and for all ...
and finally find herself again.
Fate, with a little help from a
meddling best friend, will bring two broken souls together. Both have
their own valleys to cross before either can hope for a future of
happiness.
Will Jason and Samantha find peace in each other, or will their past pain be too much to overcome?
The answer will be found on the open road.
Excerpt
Just
then, Sam heard a loud knock on her front door. She sat still, thinking
maybe the knock had actually been on the apartment door next to hers.
An emaciated old hippie named Skip lived there, and he received all
manner of strange visitors. It was not uncommon for one of them to knock
on Samantha’s door by mistake. When Skip wasn’t hiding behind his dark
curtains, he spent most of his time sitting in a lawn chair on the stoop
smoking nonfiltered cigarettes and petting his elderly cat Mrs. Kush
Kush.
The knock came again. No, that was definitely on her own door. Who in the world could that be? She
sucked in a breath as she remembered Henry and his bizarre statement
about knowing their future. Could he have found out where she lived? Not
that it would be hard. Samantha was pretty sure you could find anyone
you wanted on the internet. The knock came yet again, a little more
insistent this time. Still, she didn’t move. It was Sunday, almost noon.
She wasn’t expecting anyone. This had to be some stupid door-to-door
salesperson or maybe a religious nut just out of church and all fired up. Or it’s a crazy, psychic nut who’s obsessed with you,
she added in her mind, choosing not to voice that out loud and somehow
make it come true. Not that she was superstitious but why not play it
safe, just this once? She wasn’t going to answer it. They’d go away in a
minute.
The knock sounded for a fourth time, even louder this time. “Dammit,”
she swore and threw the blanket off her body. She was annoyed enough now
that she was able to tamp down any fear she might have been feeling a
moment ago. Samantha lumbered up and stomped into the living room so
loudly she probably made the pictures rattle in the apartment below her.
She paused at the door and looked down at herself, noticing her breasts
were about to come tumbling out of the top of the red shirt she’d been
wearing the night before, which was stained and wrinkled. Her throat was
on fire. Her mouth tasted like she’d eaten a raw dragon liver, and she
could only imagine what her hair must look like.
Samantha yanked the shirt up as high as it would go. She briefly thought
about quickly freshening up, or at least brushing her teeth, but then
she might miss the chance to read the riot act to this jackass pounding
on her door. And if it was Henry Hyena, she was going to make it
perfectly clear that he was creeping her the hell out and he needed to
stop. Sam was going to make this fool pay for dragging her out of
bed—well, off the bedroom floor, anyway—on what should be a very
relaxing Sunday. The knock came again.
Damn it! It’s my first day off in three weeks. I’m SO not listening
to a sales pitch about satellite TV! This asshat is getting a piece of
my mind!
Samantha unlocked the door and yanked it open. Everything she’d been
planning to say froze in her throat as she stared up into the eyes of
the man at the door.
“Nice shirt,” said Derek, grinning like a Cheshire cat. And Samantha vomited all over his shoes.
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