Happy Release Day to my Guest Author
Fantasy and Contemporary Romance Author J.W. Ashley!
J.W. Ashley is the author of over twenty fantasy and contemporary romance novels. The former of which she writes as Jessica Wayne. During the day, she slays laundry and dishes as a homeschooling, stay at home mom of three, and at night her worlds come to life on paper.
She runs on coffee and wine (as well as the occasional whiskey!) and if you ever catch her wearing matching socks, it’s probably because she grabbed them in the dark.
She has always believed in the power of true love and soul mates, even if sometimes we have to work a little harder to find ours.
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ABOUT LONG ROAD HOME:
Ten years ago Lincoln Calloway broke me.
A single, terrifying phone call is all it takes to change the trajectory of my life. But what I thought would be a short trip home, quickly turns more serious as the secrets my family has tried to keep hidden finally come to light. Starting with their new handyman. Lincoln Calloway…my best friend, my biggest heartbreak.
After ten years, he’s changed from the boy who ran away to a dangerously sexy man with the body of a marble statue. His insanely blue eyes and chiseled features may have everyone fooled, but I’ve been down this road with Lincoln before. He made it clear how he felt back then, so why is he so determined to fix the broken pieces of my heart when he’s the one who shattered it in the first place?
Enjoy this steamy standalone where the lines between love and hate are blurred. Once best friends, Macey and Lincoln will have to trudge through their pasts in order to find their way to a happily ever after.
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EXCERPT
The glass door behind baggage claim opens, and a crowd of people walk out as more baggage slides up onto the conveyor belt. I search the faces, mostly men in business suits at this hour, and my eyes fall on a gorgeous brunette.
Clad in tight jeans and a Florida State hoodie, she has overly large, black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. Hair up on top of her head, some strands hang loose, dangling just past her shoulders.
The air is knocked from my lungs as I stare at her, completely in awe of the beautiful woman she has become.
Ten years. I haven’t seen her since the night of my senior graduation when she came to my party and asked…I shake my head, pushing the memory away. That night sucked ass, and reliving it is a terrible fucking idea. Especially right now.
She reaches onto the conveyor belt and hoists a black suitcase off, setting it beside her on the floor. As she turns, her gaze travels right over where I’m standing and searches the crowd of people behind me. Lips pursed, she clutches her phone and rolls her bag toward me.
I can’t blame her for not recognizing me. I’ve changed a lot in the last decade. Drugs, alcohol, regret, a divorce, and three jobs will do that to you.
A baseball cap sits low on my forehead, shadowing my eyes and giving way for the trimmed beard covering my jaw. Hands in the pockets of my jeans, I let her walk right up next to me so I can take one more moment to gather myself.
Ten years. And the last time we spent time together, everything went to shit. Here’s hoping things go better this time. Heart racing, stomach in knots, I clear my throat and swallow hard. No time like the present. “Macey?” I say as soon as she’s beside me.
Her bright smile fades the moment she realizes it’s me. Her lips flatten to a tight pink line, her dark gaze narrowing as she releases the handle of her suitcase and weaves her arms across her chest.
“What the hell are you doing here, Lincoln?”