Title: My Heart, My Home
Author: Jessa Chase
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Kate Jacobson took the first bus out of Madelia, Washington the day she graduated high school, and she hasn't looked back. With a blossoming medical career at a busy New York hospital, she has found her calling. But when her best friend is gunned down in front of her by a drug-addled patient, Kate turns back to her small town roots, looking for stability and a place to belong.
Logan McAllister has worked his entire adult life to make the people of Madelia see him as more than the kid from the wrong side of the train tracks. He's built a business with his own two hands, revitalizing the historic landmark homes in town to their former glories. He grew up with parents so completely infatuated with each other, he can't imagine wanting to jump into the suffocating arms of love himself. But when his high school crush Kate comes back to town, he can't help but fan the fires and reignite their old flame.
But not everyone is happy about her return . . .
When Kate's clinic is vandalized, the two set aside the differences stemming from their pasts and set out to find and stop the vandal. As they work to solve one problem, their undeniable feelings for one another present another problem that's even more dangerous-at least for her heart.
Kate can handle the crazy politics. What she can't handle is smart, sexy, reformed bad boy Logan, who keeps showing up on her doorstep, determined to kiss the living daylights out of her.
Logan was wrong for her when she was eighteen, is he even more wrong for her now?
Excerpt From The Book:
“I’m so damn sorry, Katie,” he murmured in her ear. Kate had forgotten how sweet the man could be, how gentle and loving and…tender was the word she was looking for. Even if she’d only experienced it for a fleeting moment as a teenager, the memory had held a special spot in her heart all these years later.
It had been late springtime their senior year, close enough to graduation that they’d all gotten a little more lax with their studies. All of them except Kate of course, who had been nominated valedictorian of their class and felt the brutal pressure that went with giving a speech in front of hundreds of people.
One night, a group of her classmates had congregated at the river and built a large bonfire. Kate had seen the fire go up from her bedroom window, but had tried to ignore it in favor of her notebook and pen.
A soft but insistent knock at the door brought her downstairs. She didn’t want her mother to wake up, knowing there wasn’t enough tequila left in the house to get her back to sleep and knowing she’d already pressed her luck earlier in the evening, stealing a bottle from the grocery store to make the evening more tolerable. Kate tiptoed to the door and opened it, surprised to see Logan standing there.
He invited her to the bonfire, and wouldn’t take no for an answer. And when they’d gotten to the party, he hadn’t left her there to explore more interesting company. He’d stayed with her, danced with her, and at the end of the night, under the darkness of the new moon and a sky lit up in glittering stars, he’d been her very first kiss.
That one fairy-tale night hadn’t been enough to fuel anything real, not when family dramatics and peer pressures were doing everything possible to keep them apart. Kate hadn’t had the guts back then to ignore the people in her life who told her Logan McAllister was a worthless teenage rebel. She’d believed the old nosey housewives in town who looked down on him and his family, and she’d squashed down whatever feelings that night might have created within her.
For his part, Logan played off her indifference with indifference of his own, avoiding any kind of social situation where the two of them might be alone together.
High school graduation came, and with it Kate took her bus ticket and got the hell out of Madelia, never once looking back except in the middle of the night, when the sky lit up with glittering bright stars and she thought back on that one magical kiss.
And now, standing in her little loft apartment, Logan’s big strong arms wrapped around her while she cried about the loss of her friend, Kate felt like no time at all had elapsed between the last time he had held her and now.
Unblock yourself! Tell your writer’s block to vamoose
You wake up with a fantastic idea for a story. It's buzzing inside your brain, just itching to be written. You see fame and fortune in your future and envision yourself as an award-winning novelist.
You sit at your desk, open up your notebook, laptop, what-have-you, and all your ideas fail you. You have nothing. What happened? You're experiencing a complete blockage of creativity commonly known as writer's block.
The bad news, perhaps, is that writer’s block is something that almost every writer will at some point experience. Luckily, after experiencing it a time or two, most creative types come up with strategies to fight it and get back to writing. Even luckier for you, I sat down today and came up with some ideas to help you get past your own blockages.
Is it irony to say that I experienced some writer’s block when it came to writing this piece on writer’s block? When I first sat down, I was at a loss for what to say. I’ve been writing for most of my life, but it was only recently when I dedicated myself to publishing fiction that I experienced consistent blockages to my creativity.
Was it the deadlines that caused me to stumble in my writing? Was it the stress of knowing other people would read what I wrote? Or was it just an inevitability, something I would need to work through if I was going to continue to consider myself an author? I’ll be honest with you here: It was probably a combination of all of these. And acknowledging that is the first step toward getting past it.
So there’s step one: Figure out what’s causing you to struggle with your writing. If you can find a definite cause, and it’s something you can fix, I highly suggest you do it. Are you stressing yourself out unduly by imagining the hypothetical people who might read your writing and disapprove? Stop, write for yourself, and feel the words flowing out of you.
Are you freaking out because you gave yourself an unfair deadline and you aren’t sure if you can meet it? That one’s harder to break through unless you are able to move your deadline. In the future, to avoid this kind of thing, be kinder to yourself with your deadlines. An example I would give would be the deadline I gave myself for my sequel to My Heart, My Home. I put it on pre-order and gave myself the full 90 days that Amazon offers for that kind of thing. I fully expect I’ll have it finished before the 90 days are over, but knowing that I have that time if I need it keeps me from freaking myself out and pushing myself into an anxious corner.
And what do you do if your artistic constipation continues? I highly suggest some form of play as a kind of creativity laxative. (Gross, I know.) This might mean going for an energetic walk, or literally playing with Legos. You might take some time to read an old favorite novel, or listen to music. Spent time with someone who inspires you, someone who makes you feel good about yourself and your life.
Once you’ve had some time to let your brain marinate in itself, it’s time to get back to writing. Because in the end, the best solution to writer’s block? I’ll give you a hint: it’s putting your butt in a chair and writing.
Jessa Chase was born and raised in the Inland Northwest of Washington State. She works in healthcare and enjoys winding down from a busy day in clinic by writing about romance. Jessa lives with her one tiny human and two rambunctious rescue pups. They all enjoy going for hikes and exploring new terrain in their hometown.Jessa is an avid reader and draws inspiration from what she reads, as well as from her hobby of people-watching in public spaces.
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