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My mom always said it was just something about the way he moved.
The same swagger Archie Valentine wore in the ring when he took his opponents down followed him like a halo everywhere he went. But make no mistake about it—he was no angel. He was like a drug. My mother was his addict.
I never understood it…how love could make you blind and convince you to drink the poison. Not until I met Memphis Delaney.
At first, it was the familiar form. He’s a fighter, built like a god from the past, the kind of man the universe doesn’t make anymore. His eyes hide a story, and every time I’m in his presence I want to keep reading him until I get to the end. And then…there’s the way he moves. His boxing is violent but beautiful, and his body is a seductive weapon. When he’s in the ring, he wears the stare of a man committed to the battle until his very last breath.
He could end me; turn me into her. Too much of him will leave me as a shadow, and I’ve lost so much of myself already.
But I have discipline. It came the hard way. Lessons learned, scars left behind, and trust stripped away from life.
I will breathe his air, but I won’t fall for a man like him. The only boxer who’s ever going to break my heart is the one who gave me my name.
Excerpt from my piece…
The first thing I notice is it’s humid inside. The second thing I notice, is him. My loud entry has caught everyone’s attention, and the boy with the messy hair and freckles is smirking while instructing his class of young swimmers to pay attention to their kicking technique and not “the cute girl who just crashed our class.”
I notice his use of that word third.
I lift a hand in a slight wave to apologize for the interruption, and his lip raises a hint more as he winks.
His attention returns to the dozen pairs of legs kicking water, and I take the chair by the door—the same one I sat in a few days ago when I first spotted him. He’s amazing with the kids, and not just because of his adorable eyes and strong arms and dreamy voice. The kids couldn’t give a rip about those things—they love his energy. I’m mesmerized watching him with them for the next thirty minutes, and I laugh when the class finishes with a cannonball contest where the winner is declared based on “who can splash the cute girl the most.”
Cute. There’s that word again.
Excerpt from the Begin Again Anthology and my short story – It Started With Summer.
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There are times when the Earth stops moving and the weight of its gravity pulls you down, deeper than you ever thought possible. You tumble farther than you ever imagined falling…
And when the sun goes black and your heart feels empty, starting over seems like an impossible feat…
You’re not alone.
Twenty-Two Authors have joined together in this collection of short stories about fresh starts and second chances to help illustrate that even when life takes away everything, and when hope is a horizon you think you’ll never catch, it is possible to Begin Again.
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I’m not supposed to be here.
Death has come for me more than once, and each time it’s been a boy who’s stood between me and my final breath.
I called him Christopher when he saved me as a child. When he came into my life again, only months ago, I knew him as Wes. Just as he did the time before, he disappeared the moment he made sure I was out of harm’s way; as if I didn’t need any more saving.
This time, though, death left me with a reminder of how powerful it is. I know it meant to strip me of my spirit again, but it failed.
Even so, I know I need Wes to survive. Our souls are woven together somehow, our every breath in sync. I feel it, even though everyone says I shouldn’t.
The world thinks he’s missing. His loved ones don’t want to believe he’s dead.
Only I know just how special he is.
I’m going to find him and bring him home, where he belongs. Together, we’ll face impossible—we’ll rewrite our ending.
And when the bad guys come calling, we will always win.
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It all began with A Boy Like You.
They say everyone’s a superhero to someone. I’m not sure who I’m supposed to save, but I know who saved me.
We were kids. His name was Christopher. And up until the day he pulled me from death’s grip, he was nothing more than a boy I felt sorry for. In a blink of an eye, he became the only person who made me feel safe.
And then he disappeared.
Now I’m seventeen. I’m not a kid anymore. I haven’t been for years. While death didn’t take me that day, the things that happened left me with scars—the kind that robbed me of everything I once loved and drove me into darkness. But more than anything else, that day—and every day since—has taken away my desire to dream.
I wasn’t going to have hope. I wouldn’t let myself wish. Those things—they weren’t for girls like me. That’s what I believed…until the new boy.
He’s nothing like the old boy. He’s taller and older. His hair is longer, and his body is lean—strong and ready for anything. I don’t feel sorry for him. And sometimes, I hate him. He challenges me. From the moment I first saw him standing there on the baseball field, he pushed me—his eyes constantly questioning, doubting…daring. Still, something about him—it feels…familiar.
He says his name is Wes. But I can’t help but feel like he’s someone else. Someone from my past. Someone who’s come back to save me.
This time, though, he’s too late. Josselyn Winters, the girl he once knew, is gone. I am the threat; I am my worst enemy. And he can’t save me from myself.
A GREAT READ FOR HIGH SCHOOLS!
THE HARD COUNT
Have you met the boy from West End yet?
I went back to my roots for this story – high school football, different sides of the tracks, coach’s daughter, and a hot new quarterback. But more than romance and football, this one was special for me–it was a very important story I wanted to tell, and my heart is in every single word.
I wanted to write something important. In fact, no…for years, I’ve made a resolution/goals list, and it’s always included this one phrase: Write Something Important.
It’s my important.
Make no mistake, I’ve loved with my entire heart every book I’ve written, each for different reasons. My first because it was just that—the story I always wanted to tell. Wild Reckless because of the feel and the theme on mental health. This Is Falling because, well…hello?! This girl loves baseball and catchers something fierce.
The inspiration behind The Hard Count has lived in me for years. It was always the important thing. I’ve always known it was, but…important things—they’re scary. And the ideas and messages in this book—I needed them to come out just right. They’ve always been too significant for me to handle unready. I needed to feel strong. I needed to feel brave. I needed to be honest, even when it was about the ugly parts.
This book will make your heart drop and beat and rush and feel full. And the game will drive you, push you to the edge of your seat, convert non-fans to football loving diehards. At least, that’s my ever-loving goal because if you don’t feel something for football I swear you’re missing out. But…within those pages, between the tingles that come with first love, the racing pulse as lips almost touch, the numbness of clenched fists on the gridiron, is a delicately woven message of the importance of seeing people for who they are, not what they are.
I wrote about this in my acknowledgements, but it’s too important to share for me to force y’all to wait until the end of the book.
This book is about more than just football. It’s about family. And it’s about the way people see other people. I grew up in a neighborhood much like West End. It wasn’t always that way, but somewhere, during the years, shots rang closer, gangs took over, and people who called that place home for years, started to move away. Others stayed. And the horrible things that eventually happened on those streets—it wasn’t their fault.
Drugs. The allure of a quick buck. Gangs, and a world that let kids grow up without parents and where money was thin but bills kept climbing, fostering desperation. Those were the circumstances. The people, though—they were good.
One of my first breaking news assignments for the first newspaper I worked for was a fatal shooting that took place in a carwash stall just a block away from my childhood home. When I walked the streets and talked to nearby residents, many of them were familiar. They’d been in their homes for forty years. Latino, white, black, or as Nico would say…green—that was never part of the conversation. My quotes were about the violence and the gangs, not about condemning groups of people based on their ethnicities or laying blame at their feet. But that conversation…it does happen. We hear it a lot. Subtle and blatant and harmful racism plays out couched under faulty reasoning and apologies, as if it makes it okay.
Ugly doesn’t have a color. It lives among selfishness and hate. And as much as this story is about football…it’s also about that.
And I hope it resonates and makes you feel. And I hope it makes you think.
It made me think.
It made me think that I could do it…write something important. And then it made me think that there’s hope for us.
And that felt damn good.
I hope you like it, because this one is surely my favorite. I cannot wait to share the rest with you. Welcome…to The Hard Count.
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Nico Medina’s world is eleven miles away from mine. During the day, it’s a place where doors are open—where homes are lived in, and neighbors love. But when the sun sets, it becomes a place where young boys are afraid, where eyes watch from idling cars that hide in the shadows and wicked smoke flows from pipes.
West End is the kind of place that people survive. It buries them—one at a time, one way or another. And when Nico was a little boy, his mom always told him to run.
I’m Reagan Prescott—coach’s daughter, sister to the prodigal son, daughter in the perfect family.
Life on top.
My world is the ugly one. Private school politics and one of the best high school football programs in the country can break even the toughest souls. Our darkness plays out in whispers and rumors, and money and status trump all. I would know—I’ve watched it kill my family slowly, strangling us for years.
In our twisted world, a boy from West End is the only shining light.
I hated him before I needed him.
I fell for him fast.
I loved him when it was almost too late.
When two ugly worlds collide, even the strongest fall. But my world…it hasn’t met the boy from West End.