Read an Exclusive Excerpt from Turn the Page!
Posted on June 24th, 2017

The cover reveal isn't until June 30, but Turn the Page is now available for pre-order here!

To celebrate, I thought I'd share one of my favorite scenes from the book. Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

 
After breakfast, Corbin felt the need to escape for a few hours before the entire family descended. Using his broken guitar string as an excuse, Corbin drove into town to check out the new bookstore. He peeked through the window and was happy to see it wasn’t too crowded. A tinkling bell greeted him as he walked through the door.

“I’ll be right with you!” A woman’s voice called from somewhere in the store.

Corbin took the opportunity to look around. Turn the Page was definitely a small shop, but it had shelves upon shelves of books and music. He hadn’t read a book in years, so naturally, he gravitated toward the instruments. A few mandolins and guitars were displayed on the back wall, and beneath them was a huge collection of sheet music, songbooks, and strings. He hummed along with the Ed Sheeran song streaming from the store’s speakers while he searched through the CD bin. Corbin grinned when he found artists like Mumford and Sons, Brandy Clark, Alison Krauss, and Chris Stapleton.

Mom’s right. This girl’s a music lover.

Then he saw it. The CD was impossible to miss, especially with his name right there on the cover in big, red letters.

Corbin’s hands froze.

Then they started to shake.

It seemed like a hundred years ago, but in reality, it had only been five. At the age of eighteen, Corbin had been confident. Some called him cocky. Looking back, he realized that was probably a more accurate description.

With trembling hands, he flipped the CD to look at the track listing on the back of his debut album. Corbin had written every song on it. A couple were hits. Most weren’t. When his label suggested he write more radio-friendly songs for the second album, he’d ignored them. Without their support, that album had drifted into obscurity. Just like its singer.

“Good album. Local guy.”

Corbin looked up to find himself staring into a pair of deep green eyes. Her face flickered with surprise when she recognized her customer. Then she laughed.

“Oh. I guess you know it’s good. I mean, since it’s yours.”

He grinned. “Sorry, Mom told me your name but—”

“It’s Jolie. Jolie Daniels.”

“Nice to meet you, Jolie. And I’m glad you like it. You’re one of the few.”

“Well, that’s not your fault. That indie-folk-rock thing is considered cool . . . now. You were way before your time. It’s a shame, too, because it’s a good album. A solid debut. You should be proud of it.”

Corbin smiled. It’d been a long time since someone had gone total fangirl on him. It felt good. Especially coming from such a beautiful girl with long blonde hair and the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen.

I want to write a song about those eyes.

“I appreciate that, Jolie. You know, I could sign it for you.”

She frowned. “Why would I want you to sign it?”

Corbin grimaced when he checked the price. It was almost insulting.

“Because you could sell it for more than five bucks. It’s out of print now. It might be worth some cash, especially with my autograph. And I’m sure you could use the money.”

“What makes you think I need the money?”

“Everybody can use—”

“My bookstore does just fine, thank you very much.”

“I’m sure it—”

“I don’t need your charity. Especially for a CD that I can’t even give away.” Her voice softened. “Which is a shame, because it’s a good album, with a lot of heartfelt lyrics.”

Corbin smirked. “You really think it’s good?”

“I do, but I certainly don’t need you to do me any favors by signing it.”

She was even more gorgeous when she was pissed.

“I’m sorry. Honestly. You were just looking at me with those big green eyes, all star-struck and cute, and I thought—”

Her shoulders stiffened. “Star-struck? Are you serious?”

“Well . . .”

Jolie snatched the CD out of his hand and tossed it back into the bin.

“Let me tell you something, Corbin James. I don’t need your charity, and I am nowhere near star-struck. You were a good musician . . . five years ago. Do you still play? When’s the last time you wrote a song?”

He actually wrote a song about a month ago, but he thought it was pretty shitty, and he wouldn’t dare show it to anyone.

“I’m sor—”

“Apology accepted. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have books to shelve.”

“I could use some guitar strings.”

“We’re out of strings.”

He glanced at the gigantic wall of strings. Liar.

“Have a nice day, Corbin James.”

He couldn’t keep from smiling as Jolie stalked toward the self-help section. He tried to ignore the way her jeans swayed and the way her blonde ponytail bounced as she walked away.

Corbin had never been good at ignoring such things.
 


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7 Comments

Michele - June 24th, 2017 at 9:16 PM
Excellent
Ida Robinson - June 24th, 2017 at 9:17 PM
That is a great scene. Can't wait to be properly introduced to Corbin and Jolie!!
Trish - June 26th, 2017 at 9:25 PM
Love It!!!!!! Can't wait to get to read the rest
Cierra Hodge - June 28th, 2017 at 4:08 PM
Loved it!! I wanna know more about Corbin & Jolie. I like that Jolie stood her ground. :) I can't wait to read Turn the Page!!
JodieBivins - June 28th, 2017 at 4:17 PM
I like her she a spit fire.......lol
LaDonna Pigg - June 29th, 2017 at 11:21 AM
Definitely intrigued! Hit that preorder button and can't wait for it to hit my kindle!
Carla Krae - July 4th, 2017 at 4:10 PM
Turn the Page is a good song. :)
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