{"id":7636,"date":"2019-04-03T01:05:59","date_gmt":"2019-04-03T05:05:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=7636"},"modified":"2019-03-17T14:16:19","modified_gmt":"2019-03-17T18:16:19","slug":"if-you-knew-by-barbara-meyers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=7636","title":{"rendered":"If You Knew by Barbara Meyers"},"content":{"rendered":"

If You Knew<\/strong><\/p>\n

by Barbara Meyers<\/p>\n


Blurb:\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

In a town filled with lies, is there room for one more?<\/em><\/p>\n

When widow Devonny Campbell arrives in tiny Red Bud, Iowa, she is determined to make a new life for herself and the child she carries. But when her former career in adult films is uncovered, she becomes the catalyst for a nasty political campaign which creates a tornado of controversy.<\/p>\n

High school coach and guidance counselor Luke Bradshaw knows one strong wind will collapse the house of cards he\u2019s built to contain his demons. He\u2019s falling hard for Devonny in spite of her past. And she might be what trips him up and exposes everything he\u2019s kept hidden.<\/p>\n

But Devonny and Luke aren\u2019t the only citizens of Red Bud forced to face the judgment of their peers. As the campaign turns vicious, deeply-buried truths are revealed and lifelong relationships are shattered. Can Devonny and Luke stick together? Or will too much truth tear them apart?<\/p>\n


Excerpt:\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Devonny Campbell pulled into the parking lot of a roadside diner and turned off the car\u2019s engine. She sat for a moment taking deep breaths, willing away the cramps and lightheadedness threatening to overwhelm her. She peered through the windshield at the two-lane blacktop she\u2019d just exited. A few cars and pickup trucks dotted the diner\u2019s gravel lot.<\/p>\n

Still not feeling any better she opened the car door and forced herself out. She dreaded stepping into a restroom stall, afraid of what she might find. Was she losing something she hadn\u2019t even realized she wanted?<\/p>\n

No.\u00a0She\u00a0refused to give up\u00a0her\u00a0unborn baby that easily. It was the last piece of Jack she had. His final gift to her. She wasn\u2019t ready to let go.<\/p>\n

She pulled open the glass door to the diner and glanced around. Her entrance was barely acknowledged by the scattered patrons. A sign invited diners to seat themselves. A long counter ran along one side with round red stools right out of the fifties offering single diners a place to sit. A line of booths with the same red vinyl on the seats offered a view of the parking lot and the two-lane. Tables and chairs were crowded into the open space between the counter and the booths.<\/p>\n

Devonny spotted a sign for the restrooms and darted that way. The dingy ladies\u2019 room and had one of everything: toilet, paper towel holder, soap dispenser, sink.<\/p>\n

She wasn\u2019t spotting, as she\u2019d feared. The discomfort she\u2019d felt earlier seemed to have eased somewhat once her bladder was empty. She still didn\u2019t feel like herself, but she felt marginally better than when she\u2019d pulled off the interstate. She stared at her reflection. Maybe she needed to give herself a break.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d been driving for two days. She hadn\u2019t slept well at the motel she\u2019d stopped in last night. She was in\u00a0Iowa<\/em>, for God\u2019s sake, which was about as foreign to her as LA was familiar.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look like hell,\u201d she told the mirror. Tears surged into her eyes, which helped to relieve the dry grittiness. Jack would be so upset with her if he\u00a0was\u00a0here. He\u2019d have never let her get this run-down, this exhausted. He\u2019d be fussing over her, making sure she ate right, rubbing her feet at night. She imagined him talking to her tummy even though her baby was barely even formed at this stage.<\/p>\n

You\u2019re going to be okay.<\/em><\/p>\n

There was that unpredictable voice in her head again. Sometimes it seemed to be all around her. At\u00a0first\u00a0she thought it was Jack. Encouraging her. Calming her down. But it wasn\u2019t Jack. No matter how much she wished\u00a0it\u00a0was. It was only her subconscious.<\/p>\n

Wasn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n

She got back into her car and backed out with a screech of tires and turned away from the interstate. Moments later, she passed a sign. \u201cWelcome to Red Bud, Iowa<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, Dorothy,\u201d she muttered. \u201cWe\u2019re definitely not in Kansas anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n


Purchase Link(s):<\/strong><\/p>\n

https:\/\/books2read.com\/IfYouKnew<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n


\"\"About Barbara Meyers:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Barista by day, romance novelist by night:\u00a0\u00a0When not writing fiction, Dr. Seuss-like poetry (for adults) or song lyrics, Barbara Meyers disguises herself behind a green apron and works part-time for a world-wide coffee company.<\/p>\n

Her novels are a mix of comedy, suspense and spice and often feature a displaced child.<\/p>\n

Barbara is still married to her first husband and has two fantastic children.\u00a0\u00a0Originally from Southwest Missouri, (she blames her roots in the Show Me state for her somewhat skeptical nature) she currently resides in Central Florida.<\/p>\n

Author Links:\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Web Site:\u00a0\u00a0http:\/\/www.barbarameyers.com<\/a><\/p>\n

Draft2Digital:\u00a0\u00a0http:\/\/books2read.com\/author\/barbara-meyers\/subscribe\/1\/33163\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Blog:\u00a0\u00a0http:\/\/barbarameyers.com\/blog\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Facebook Author Pages:\u00a0\u00a0https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/BarbaraMeyersAuthorPage<\/a><\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/AJTillock<\/a><\/p>\n

Amazon Author Page:\u00a0\u00a0http:\/\/amazon.com\/author\/barbarameyers<\/a><\/p>\n

Pinterest:\u00a0\u00a0https:\/\/www.pinterest.com\/barbmeyers1\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Instagram:\u00a0\u00a0https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/barbmeyers\/<\/a><\/u><\/p>\n

Goodreads:\u00a0\u00a0https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/barbmeyers<\/a><\/p>\n

LinkedIn:\u00a0\u00a0https:\/\/www.linkedin.com\/in\/barbara-meyers-5b581842\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Twitter: @barbmeyers and @ajtillock<\/p>\n

Twitter URL:\u00a0\u00a0https:\/\/twitter.com\/barbmeyers<\/a><\/p>\n

BookBub:\u00a0\u00a0https:\/\/www.bookbub.com\/authors\/barbara-meyers<\/a><\/p>\n

Lakeland Ledger Article:\u00a0\u00a0<\/u>http:\/\/www.theledger.com\/news\/20160313\/auburndale-author-finds-success-with-amorous-tales<\/a><\/p>\n

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