HoneySuckle Love, Book 1 of the Kemah Sunrise series by Ashley Nemer

Tile: HoneySuckle Love, Book 1 of the Kemah Sunrise series
Author: Ashley Nemer
Amazon Purchase Link: HERE
Blurb:
Merewyn dreamed of her wedding day since she was a little
girl. She imagined the dress, the church and the ring.
Finally the man of her dreams proposed and everything was
perfect. That is until three days after the engagement ring was placed on her
finger, everything fell apart.
What’s a girl to do when her entire life is tossed upside
down in a matter of minutes? Dig in her heels and show everyone, including
herself, how strong she really is…

 

Author Bio:
Ashley is married and lives in Houston with her husband and
their two children. She and her husband have been together for over a decade and
he brings her more joy than she could ever imagine as a child. Their two
children have filled their lives with laughter and excitement on a daily basis.
She loves to read and has been hooked on the romance genre ever since her
lifelong best friend Laura gave her “Ashes to Ashes’ by Tami Hoag to read when
they were in high school.
Ashley finds her strength through her family, especially her
parents. They always support her in life, they push her
to strive for greatness. There once was a motto that Ashley heard in her youth
through her Taekwondo life ‘Reach for the Stars’ and that is what Ashley has
always done. It was through her upbringing that the values Ashley has and
display’s came from. With her Parents always cheering her on in life she was
able to grow up having faith in herself and her ability to conquer the
world.
Ashley’s Contact Info:
Excerpt:
“Are you
kidding me?” I said to the clerk at the gas station.
“I’m sorry ma’am your card has been declined.” He handed me
back my debit card.
“I just got paid on Monday how am I
already out of money? No, there is plenty of money on there, run it again.” I
insisted.
“Ma’am I ran it three times. It said declined every time.”
This pimply eighteen year old teenager looked annoyed with me but I was starting
to be annoyed with him. I wasn’t broke I had money. Hell I lived at home I had a
lot of money!
“Here let me help.” A deep and sultry voice said from behind
me, and then I saw a twenty plop down on the counter top.
“Oh God no please,” I started to turn around and then froze
in place. He was back, he was really back. And now he was paying for my gas.
“Jessie.” I said in a low airy breath.
“M,” he said nodding his head smiling, “how are you?”
A giggle came out of my mouth next and then I turned fire
engine red, “Think it is safe to say I have been better.”
“One fifteen is your change sir, thank you.” The pimply
eighteen years old said. I turn my head back to the front of the counter, “No I
have money!”
“Next please.” The twerp announced.
Jessie stepped up beside me and laid down his bottle of water
and bag of charcoal. What an odd combination of purchases.
“You didn’t have to.” I said softly.
“Have a good day sir.” The pimply eighteen year old said cheerfully.
Jessie turned to me and then put his hand on my shoulder. My
body felt like shaking at his touch. Then I felt him pushing me towards the
direction of the door. “I know I didn’t, but I wanted to.”
I let him guide me outside and then just stood there looking
at him. “When did you get back to town?”
“Two days ago.” His eyes were as perfect as I remembered
them.
Two days, the day my life crumbled to the ground good timing,
I thought.
“You in town for long?” I asked.
“Forever, I moved home. Next on my
to
do is find a house, then a wife and have kids.”
Hearing him say that made me burst into giggles, “My god you
haven’t changed.” I kept laughing.
“Careful you are going to chase all the single women away, I
need to find someone quickly or my end of year plan will be crushed to
smithereens.”

 

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