It’s finally here. The day I’ve both looked forward to and dreaded. “We All Fall Down” is out there in the world.
Naturally, I’ve been excited to share this second part of Kate and Billy’s story. I’ve worked on this series for three years, and seeing it out there, being able to hold a copy of the book in my hands is truly like giving birth. I love these characters. They’ve become such a part of my life; they are that real to me. When I finally publish the final book of the series in the spring, “All I Ever Wanted,” I may curl up under my desk and cry.
Now for the dread: This part of the story is dark. It’s gritty and tragic. It’s not a typical romance and the second book doesn’t end with a happily ever after. It doesn’t even end with a happily for now. I call it more of a WTF?? ending.
But while it’s not what most people expect in a romance, it is a love story. Despite what happens to them–some things of their own making, some out of their control–Kate and Billy love each other. So I hope the readers will trust me with this one and give me a chance to bring them all the way through Kate and Billy’s story to the happily ever after that awaits them in the future. It will happen. I promise.
In the meantime, I hope you’ll pick up a copy of “We All Fall Down.” Just grab some tissues while you’re at it.
Here’s an excerpt from “We All Fall Down.”
Kate had been standing in the rooftop garden, looking out over Tribeca toward the Freedom Tower, when Billy came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. Surprisingly, she leaned into him. Other than the times she’d allowed him to hold her when she cried or kiss her good night, they’d hardly touched. Emboldened, he wrapped his arms around her. He felt rather than heard her sigh. They stood there watching the sun reflect off the glass of the lone tower as it lowered in the late afternoon sky. He would have stood there as long as she wanted—until the sun fell all the way into the Pacific Ocean, if need be.
“You okay?” he asked.
“No, but I will be.”
“I have something for you.” Taking her hand, he led her to a chair. He sat across from her and pull
ed the iconic blue box from his pocket.
“I’m ashamed to say it’s your birthday present, but that’s what it is. I’m sorry I didn’t give it to you before. I had it. I even have the receipt, if you don’t believe me. I bought it in Atlanta. I was too busy screwing up to give it to you.”
She rested the box in her lap as carefully as if he’d told her it was a vial of nitroglycerin.
She tugged off the white satin ribbon, letting it drift to the floor, and lifted the bracelet from the box.
“They’re olive leaves,” he said. “Of course I didn’t know I’d be needing an olive branch when I bought it. Kind of appropriate, don’t you think?”
“It’s beautiful.” She slipped it over her delicate wrist, admiring it, and then leaned forward and kissed him—a kiss that started out chaste, but she took it further. Much further.
At that moment, he’d believed he was forgiven, that no matter what happened, they’d be okay.
But now he wasn’t so sure.