Can you believe it? Another cover reveal!
I always say this….maybe because I have such a talented team behind me, but this may be my favorite cover EVER!
(I know…just wait until the next one!)
But seriously, this cover is stunningly simple and once you read the book, it will hold so much meaning to you.
The Tattered Gloves is a book idea I’ve had for well over a year. It started out as a new adult book, but I could never quite get the storyline right.
And then one day, my twelve year old daughter, who is a huge reader asked me why I couldn’t just sit down and write a book for her and her friends already! She was sick of having the cool author mom with all the books she could never read…
But it was exactly what I needed to hear to push this story from a concept to a reality. Taking it from new adult to young adult simply made the story come to life. But I’m a adult romance author….can I even do young adult?
Am I petrified no one will read it? Yes! Am I scared to death people will instantly walk away once they find out how sweet and innocent it is compared to everything else I’ve done.
But, in all honesty…this has been one of the biggest joys of my career to write, and I hope you take a chance on it. It’s honest, emotional and yes, romantic!
So, without further ado…here is the GORGEOUS cover and blurb for The Tattered Gloves!
Don’t look up.
Never make eye contact.
Those were the words I lived by growing up, the words that protected me in an unsafe home. But words are only letters and eventually even they couldn’t keep his hands off me.
Hoping to leave behind the shattered life of my past, I find myself in a boring, small town, with an aunt I’ve never met and at a school I loathe.
But soon I learn, not everything in this world is as black and white as I’ve determined. Sometimes those we are so quick to judge often need a second, third or even fourth time to make a first impression.
And often, there are friendships and even love waiting just around the corner, if we are brave enough to take the first step.
Am I brave?
Or will I hide behind these tattered gloves of mine forever?