Released August 4, 2014
New Adult Contemporary Romance
1) LOST IN ME is FREE through the ALL FOR THIS
tour!
2) ALL FOR THIS will be $2.99 on release day
and $3.99 thereafter.
**ALL
FOR THIS is book three in the Here and Now series. It is not a stand-alone and
it’s intended to be read after LOST IN ME and FALL TO YOU.**
What if you would
never remember the day you made the most important decision of your life?
That’s what
they’re telling me about the day of my accident—the day I put on Max’s ring and
chose him over Nate. I’m counting on the wisdom behind a decision I don’t
remember making.
Max is amazing—sexy,
sweet, and kind. I was starting to believe happily-ever-after might be in my
future after all. Then the unthinkable happened and my world imploded. If I’m
going to make this work with Max, I need my missing memories, or at least
answers from about those five days before my accident.
But what does
my future hold if those answers aren’t anything like I imagined?
Reflecting on Meredith: The Character We Love to Hate
If you’ve read the first two books of the Here and
Now series, you probably have some opinions about Meredith. You might have some
choice words for her as well. I know I do. When I first started writing about
her, I said, “Some people are just horrible.” But even horrible people have
their reasons—valid or not.
When I first “met” Meredith while writing Wish I May (William and Cally’s book), I
didn’t like her. At. All. When I
realized what roll she played in Hanna’s books, I liked her even less. You see,
in my mind, Meredith is very much like this girl I grew up with, let’s call
her…Emily* (*name changed to protect the not-so-innocent). “Emily” was horrible
to me, and I never understood why. She was wealthy and “popular” (a misnomer,
in my opinion, as the “popular” group was always a rather small percentage of
my school). I was from a struggling middle-class family and a bank geek. She
was blonde and thin and wore the nicest clothes. I was mousy and overweight and
wore my big sisters’ hand-me-downs. I never understood why she seemed to hate
me so much.
I went to school with Emily from grade school
through high school graduation, though we were in very few classes together
since I was in the advanced or “academically talented” classes. But she was
around just enough to make a mark on me. If I already had issues about my
changing body, Emily made them worse by mocking me when we changed in the gym
locker room. If I felt awkward and unwelcome in social settings, Emily made it
worse by tripping me in the bleachers at the Homecoming game and laughing with
her friends as I scrambled to my feet. Emily was a total bitch.
As a writer, of course, I look back and want to
know what her motivation was. Was I just an easy target? She could be Queen Bee
of her little group and show her power by making me feel small? Maybe. But I
like to think people are more complex than that.
I’ll never forget the day we were meeting with
advisors from a small private college. Emily desperately wanted to go to this
college. I’d already been admitted and knew I’d be going under and academic
scholarship. Emily hadn’t been admitted and she raised her hand to ask the
advisors if they would be willing to take a writing sample instead of basing
her entry on SAT scores and grades. I remember it so well. She said, “I can’t
take tests, but I’m not stupid.” And
then she turned and glared at me, and there was so much hatred in her eyes I’ve
never been able to forget it. You see, I had no idea that she struggled with her
grades or with taking tests. All I saw was a pretty, rich girl who was mean to
me. But I guess it was common
knowledge that I was quite smart. I was in all the advanced classes, praised
for my work, and I’ve never had the problem with testing that some students
have. I liked reading and writing and studying—something that may get you
mocked in middle school but gets you money when college rolls around. Never would I have imagined that my
success as a student had anything to
do with how Emily treated me, but in that moment, I knew it did. She resented
me for being able to do what she could not.
As I wrote All
for This, I realized the same was true for Meredith. She isn’t “just a
bitch.” She had her reasons. Does that make what she’s done right? Absolutely
not. But it does remind me of Emily and that look in her eyes when she said, “I’m not stupid.” I don’t hate “Emily”
anymore. I hope she’s doing well and that she is secure enough in herself these
days that she doesn’t have to humiliate others to feel okay about her own
weaknesses.
On a final note, I want to say this blog post is
probably the most personal one I’ve ever written. I don’t like to write this
much about myself—I prefer fiction, TVYM. But since this is for the final book
in Hanna’s series, it seems fitting. I’ve gotten so many letters from readers
who relate to Hanna and her self-esteem issues, and I’ll admit, I do too. Luckily
for me, I know all about finding the guy (or guys in Hanna’s case), that teach you to feel comfortable in your
own skin. My wish for you is that, if you see yourself in Hanna, you can learn
for her mistakes. You are more beautiful than you know, and the people who
bring you down aren’t “right” about you. They’re fighting their own demons.
Smile and carry on. (Unless they trip you in the bleachers in front of your
whole high school. Then you have my permission to start swinging…)
XOXO,
Lexi
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About the Author
Once a college English professor, I now write full
time. I live in rural Indiana, where, when I’m not writing, I get to hang out
with my husband and two kids–a six-year-old boy and a two-year-old hellion, er,
girl. Not surprisingly, reading and writing remain my favorite activities,
though both come in bits and pieces these days, not the big hunks of time I
enjoyed before I had children. When I’m feeling virtuous, I like to go running
(I use that word liberally. I’m really, really slow) or do yoga. Don’t worry,
I’m always careful to balance out such activities with a hearty serving of ice
cream or a chocolate martini.
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