I'm not going to lie and say this isn't a little strange to me to be revealing my own cover. But come on. I'm proud of it and want to shout from the roof tops. Who wouldn't want to? I hope you like it as much as I do!
Cover designed by the magnificent and ever talented and MOST important my good friend Robin Harper of Wicked by Design http://www.facebook.com/WickedByDesignRobinHarper?fref=ts
How do you cope when the people you care for hurt you the most? When the way you feel on the outside, smothers you on the inside. And when you are left to face your demons alone, will you learn that only you have the power to overcome them?
Charlie has never had it easy. Between the constant moving and the incessant fat comments and jokes from her father, her self-worth is nonexistent. Her reflection in the mirror shows her nothing but a plain Jane. Music is the only thing that keeps her sanity in check.
Charlie catches the eye of the town star quarterback, Maverick. With her curves, her brunette hair, and the voice of an angel, Maverick has never met anyone like her. Everything that is different about Charlie just makes Maverick like her more. Unfortunately, Charlie doesn’t see it herself.
Proving it to her may deem harder than he thinks, especially when tragedy strikes and tears them apart.
Now standing on her own two feet she may finally learn exactly who she is, what’s she’s capable of and how very un plain Jane she really is.
He straightens himself up and tilts his head to the side and leans forward. My heart is pounding so hard and I know I’m going to meet him half way. Right before our lips touch he whispers, “I love you, my Charlie.” I catch the “my” but don’t get a chance to respond because his lips are already on mine. He starts ever so gently and places one of his hands on the back of my neck. He kneads my neck with his hand and it feels so amazing. We start out slow, tasting and playfully teasing each others lips. However, the teasing stops abruptly and we start to increase the pressure. I pull him forward and place my hands around his neck. I let my fingers glide through his hair at the nape of his neck. I love his hair. I hear a slight groan escape his lips and it just makes me want him more. How is it that a kiss can say so much? Saying I love you is huge but to kiss someone who has told you that, a kiss speaks the truth and I know. I know in his kisses that he has meant every single word.
When not writing or updating her Into the Night Reviews book blog, you will find Heather curled on the couch reading, surrounded by her children and four dogs. Her cravings for music and books are insatiable. One of her favorite things to do is sing and used to have a dream of becoming a singer. The dream has since changed and is now to become a full time writer. She holds a strong anti-bullying conviction and voices it regularly. She resides in Canton, GA with her husband, 3 boys, 4 dogs, 1 cat and 2 ferrets.