Friday, March 22, 2013

Four Summers 411

So...between everything else I have going on, I'm working on a book called FOUR SUMMERS. I've had this story in my head for a long, LONG time, but was never really able to work on it.

Now, I'm determined to do it. I've always loved reading what I consider epic romances. I don't think there are many of them out there. I don't think epic has to refer to extra angsty or anything like that. Honestly, I can't even really explain to you what I mean by epic, but those love stories that come from so deep inside the characters. They don't fall in a matter of days or weeks and maybe even it's years. It's what they go through together and how they deal with it and I'm totally rambling and not really saying what I want to, but this book is my try at what feels like an epic romance to me.

It takes place over four years, four summers to be exact and it's so cool following Nathaniel and Charlotte from freshmen in high school through their senior year. Each summer is told in alternation POV between Charlotte and Nathaniel.

Anyway, this will be my next self published book. I can't say exactly when it will be out. It depends on edits from my publishers and deadlines I have coming up, but I will definitely keep you posted. You can add FOUR SUMMERS to Goodreads HERE.

A teaser blurb...(official blurb coming soon)
(Charlotte's POV)
I’ll never forget the first time I saw him. I was fifteen years old and leaving cabin 3B with my best friend, Alec. The boy who up until that moment, I’d always known was the boy for me. The only boy for me, if I listened to what I'd been told. Everything changed when Nathaniel pulled into our lake resort for the summer. Now, I had another boy in my life. Another best friend, but this one only part time. This one, I loved.


Unedited Excerpt: (Nathaniel's POV)
“You’re different. Than you were, I mean,” she blurts out before speeding up again. I think she’s trying to get away from me because of what she said.
Those words percolate around inside of me for a minute. I am different. I know it, but I don’t want to seem different to her. Maybe this isn’t a good thing to feel, but last year, I almost felt like she needed me a little. Like I gave her something that maybe no one else did, but now she’s saving me. Now, I might not be the person who does that for her and the thought makes my muscles get tight.
“I don’t want to be different. Not with you at least.”
She stumbles a little at my words. I reach out and grab her hand, to steady her. I think about what it was like to hold her last night and I’m not sure I want to let go. Still, my hand pulls back. I’m not sure I have the right to hold her for no reason like that.
“Tell me how I’ve changed.” It’s not like I don’t know, but it’s different hearing it from someone else. Hearing it from her.
“You curse more,” she says. “And you’re quieter.” She pauses and keeps walking and I know she’s working through whatever she has to say. She did that last summer. I always wondered if it was because everyone just assumed everything about her. If they ever really asked her opinion and listened to what she had to say.

Finally she continues. “Last year when we were quiet…it felt okay. Like it wasn’t a big deal because there doesn’t always have to be words. Now...now it’s like you’re too sad to talk.”

This time it’s me who stumbles. It’s like she can read my thoughts. Knows what’s going on inside my head as well as I do…maybe better.
“I don’t want to be too sad to talk when I’m with you.”


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5 comments:

  1. "I don't want to be too sad to talk when I'm with you", that right there will melt millions, upon millions of hearts! I love the way you write and how you turn words into magic! Beautiful, absolutely beautiful!

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  2. What a great story this is going to be!

    Valerie
    StuckInBooks.com

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  3. If I'm not one of your beta readers, then...
    I just don't even know what, lol.

    SO happy that you're getting this one down :-D

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