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Today I’ve got a lovely excerpt of Jaycee Weaver’s Whatever Happens Next, set to release May 12th!! I just love her stories. She has the best romantic scenarios, some swoony heroes, and just fun stories! If you’ve never read one of Jaycee’s books, I encourage you to do so. AND Jaycee has graciously offered to give away one of her previous books….so now’s your chance!
ABOUT THE BOOK
She needs to stay. He has orders to go. They’ll have to trust God with whatever happens next.
Growing up in nowhere Oklahoma gave US Air Force vehicle maintainer TSgt Dyson what his momma calls itchy feet. His wanderlust has kept him from romantic entanglements for years, until the day an over-dramatic, strawberry-scented chatterbox slams into him and turns his world upside down.
Jenna Davis was a quintessential good girl, deeply rooted in her family and faith until one mistake three years ago changed everything. Unable to admit her failure, she goes through the motions watching everyone else live their dreams. But it’s hard to find her purpose when opening up to anyone—even God—feels impossible. Then she meets Dyson, who personifies the strong, silent type.
Dyson gets her to open up and begin dreaming again, rebuilding the trust she’s lost in men and especially in herself. But Dyson has something important to tell Jenna, and he knows it’ll be the end of everything they’ve built. After all, how can he ask her to leave everything and everyone behind when he can never stay?
The Everyday Love Series is a contemporary romance series set in Albuquerque, featuring ordinary people in lifelike stories that inspire, uplift, and share hope. Stories in which a very real God shows Himself in everyday ways to carry His people through any circumstance.
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Jenna had a spring in her step, lighter than she’d felt in ages as she walked out into the bright sunshine, squinting against a laser-like beam reflecting off a nearby vehicle straight into her eyeballs.
For the love, it was bright enough to burn holes in her head as if she were an ant under a magnifying glass. Too bad her last pair of cheap sunglasses had been obliterated in the driveway just that morning. How far could she get with her eyes closed? Into the coffee shop next door, she hoped.
No such luck. Instead, in her sun-blinded daze, she slammed face first into a hard body.
“Oof! Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry. The sun—I—” Her hand waved in front of her squinting eyes as if she could fan the light away like a puff of smoke. Stupid, Jenna! Stupid, stupid, stu—
Her internal tirade cut off abruptly at the sound of a deep, rumbly chuckle. It was faint, and she felt more than heard the sound due to her close proximity to the figure she still couldn’t see. Wait. Felt it?
Jenna leapt back, away from the stranger she suspected was laughing at her.
The stranger was most definitely male, with a body like a brick wall and smelled like heaven and coffee. Which basically meant he smelled like heaven and, well, moreheaven.
Now if she could only see the guy, maybe they’d be getting somewhere. Or not. What was she even thinking? It didn’t matter what he looked like. The guy could resemble Chris Hemsworth and Chris Pine and all the other Hollywood Chrisses put together and think she was the most wonderful girl on earth, and she still wouldn’t let it go anywhere.
The cinderblock man coughed—no, that was definitely another laugh—and Jenna had enough. What was so funny about a girl struck blind by the Albuquerque sunshine? Was this guy for real? How dare he chuckle at her discomfort! Had he no compassion for her plight?
What a jerk. As soon as she could make her mouth work and open her eyes enough to see his rude face, she’d tell him so. She had two older brothers. If she could handle Jude and Josh, she could certainly handle this guy.
Dyson let his eyes roam over the hyper little sprite who’d rammed into him. One hand still covered her eyes as if she’d walked in on someone in a compromising position, rambling about the New Mexico sun trying to kill her.
She had yet to look at him directly or move her tiny hand with its chipped navy-blue fingernails. Jagged nails with paint or something around the beds that didn’t match the rest of her carefully groomed appearance. He felt an instant affinity toward this mystery girl. An Air Force mechanic, Dyson was no stranger to stubborn gunk around the nails.
His gaze skimmed over the rest of her. Snug fitting jeans and a tank top that showed off smooth skin and slender arms. Not a hair out of place, smelling like salon chemicals and strawberries.
Nix that. Fuming. She lookedlike his commander when Jinx and Trip had broken into his office and replaced his candy stash with protein bars and fruit leathers. Only this girl didn’t have a red face and two blubbery chins. She resembled a chipmunk guarding its hoard. The thought made him laugh under his breath.
She didn’t seem to like that. Her frown increased to a tight pucker between her eyebrows, and the sparkling stud in her nose caught the light when she wrinkled it. Man, she was cute.
“Just who do you think you are, huh? Some tough guy, standing there like a… a brick wall, laughing at the poor blind girl?”
Oh dang. She was blind? He was a jerk. He opened his mouth to apologize, but she cut him off with her ranting.
“I mean, I’m not technically blind—visually impaired—whatever. But this stupid, stinking sunshine and that stupid, stinking glare!” The sprite clawed at the air above her head, eyes still squeezed shut as she let out a growl that was about as frightening as a new kitten. “Could you, like, move to your left about a foot and maybe I’d stand a chance at getting my eyes open again?”
Dyson obliged, stepping sideways until his body cast a shadow over her figure. The sprite turned her face side to side and blinked like a newborn waking from a deep sleep.
Her gasp elicited another chuckle, which set back any progress he might have made calming down the strawberry-scented fuming kitten. If she stomped her foot, he might lose the ability to hold back a full-scale belly laugh.
“You listen here, mister. Didn’t your mom teach you any manners? It’s rude to laugh at people! Gah! If you were one of my brothers, I’d—”
Maybe this would be a good time for Dyson to cover his more sensitive bits, in case she fought dirty the way his own sister would’ve. Rather than give her any ideas, though, he simply turned and walked four feet back to the door of the coffee shop he’d exited moments before Strawberry Shortcake had bowled into him.
Shortcake followed him, still chipmunk chattering until she came to a dead stop just before colliding with him once more at the door. Her mouth gaped in a half-finished sentence, a look of confusion filling eyes he noticed were not quite blue or green.
Had he stuttered?
“Cof-fee,” he enunciated in case she missed it the second time, nodding toward the shop. He needed another cup after Shortcake here had sent the last one flying out into the street.
“I don’t understand.”
Dyson shook his head and waved her through the door. Once she was clear, he let go and stalked past her to the counter. Just his luck, the first girl to spark an interest in months and she had to be three beans shy of a burrito.
Blowing out a sigh of regret, he pointed to what he wanted on the laminated menu taped to the counter next to the register, and the bored barista keyed it in. Dyson turned, raising an eyebrow and waving her to the counter after him.
With a shake of her head, she rattled off a whole Christmas list for one little drink before reaching into into her back pocket and handing the barista a credit card.
“Nope.” Dyson waved a ten between his fingers, using his palm to push Shortcake’s card out of the barista’s reach. To his surprise, she pushed back.
“Oh no you don’t. This isn’t a date, and I don’t even know your name. I’ll buy my own coffee, thank you very much.” She lifted her eyebrow to match his.
Adorable, if a bit annoying.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jaycee Weaver lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico, with her amazing husband, three daughters, a crazy shih-tzu, and a dwarf rabbit. When she’s not writing, she’s probably in hot pursuit of her 90 million other hobbies or shuttling the kids around. Jaycee loves to read books in multiple genres, drink too much coffee (honestly, when are they going to make the coffee IV a real thing?!), sing, take landscape and floral photos, sew, cook, bake, and craft nearly anything. She considers herself a recovering perfectionist and sometimes hot mess. She does her best to live her faith in action, being open, honest, and real; letting God be Lord over the good, the bad, and the ugly even when it’s hard.
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