Today we have Lizzie A. Williamson here to tell us about her debut novella and upcoming follow up novel.
Highside, Lizzie A. Williamson’s premier novella, released on May 21 to all major retailers. It is free, except on Amazon and Google, where work is being done to try and make it free as well.
Breanna O’Donnell is a hard-nosed businesswoman, and her childhood makes sure of it. The abuse from her father seems endless until she and her twin brother, Finn, are saved by the Mitchell family. It’s under their loving care, surrounded by their five children, that she understands love can come without pain.
Jesse Mitchell teaches Brie true love is no fairy tale. He has always been the confident MotoGP rider, even when circumstances leave him broken. As long as he has Brie, he’s sure everything will be okay – until she reveals she’s keeping a bombshell of a secret from him.
Despite their misgivings, Brie is still willing to give Jesse the world, until the one thing she can’t forgive sends her running.
Every story needs a beginning, and this is just the start for Jesse and Brie.
This book is not a HEA – it is a backstory for the upcoming “Between the Lines” series.
This book is approximately 16,000 words.
Trigger warning: miscarriage
Coming up in approximately one months time is the sequel to Highside, Offsides, which is the first book in the Between the Lines series. Offsides features Brie (one of the two main characters in Highside) and Mirek, who is introduced in the epilogue of Highside. The book chronicles their journey, and introduces a few new characters as well as reintroducing several more from Highside (including Jesse, the main male).
An exclusive (but unedited) excerpt from Offsides…
Jet lag would be the death of me, of that I was certain. With nearly a week now in Sweden, my body should have adjusted to the time difference, but it was two am and I was still hopelessly awake.
I hadn’t spoken to Mirek since I’d lost my head and told him about the baby; I still couldn’t believe I had done that. That was a secret I’d even managed to keep from Kellie, and here was this man I barely knew, and I’d told him. What was wrong with me?
Of equal annoyance to me was that Mirek hadn’t spoken to me since, either. Was that talk about him believing me just talk? Why else would he ignore me? Frustrated, and determined to get to the bottom of that, I grabbed for my cell phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found the number that he’d put in the phone a few days earlier.
It took a few rings before he answered and a groggy voice was asking, “ Ahoj?” I could hear him rustling around. He coughed, then asked, “Breanna? Is everything okay? Are you alright?”
“Why are you avoiding me?” I moved to sit up in the bed, shifting my pillow around until I would be comfortable.
“Breanna.” His voice was gravelly, sleep tinged, and if I really admitted it to myself, kind of sexy. “Did you really wake me up at 2 am to yell at me for not talking to you?” When I made an affirmative grunt, I heard him sigh. “Really? Guh, woman. I was only doing what I thought you wanted me to do. You were avoiding me.”
I sputtered, I couldn’t help it, and even though I knew it was true, I denied it. “I wasn’t.” My voice was insistent. “You were avoiding me.”
I could almost hear him drag his palm down his face on the phone as he apologized. “Listen, Breanna. I’m sorry if that was the case. Why don’t we discuss this more over breakfast, okay? Go back to bed.”
“I am in bed.” I retorted smartly. “I can’t sleep. I’m jet lagging like you would not believe.”
Mirek chuckled; a deep sound that reverberated through my head and made me hum low in pleasure. “I’ve done that journey a few times, both ways, so I commiserate but — try some hot milk? Maybe dunk some cookies in it if you have it?”
“Hot milk is gross. What I could really go for is some cocoa, and I don’t have any.”
The pout must have been obvious in my voice because the next thing I heard was music to my ears. “Woman, you’re going to owe me big. When you hear a knock on your door in a few minutes, open it; it’ll be me.”
I almost bounced out of bed to head to the door, phone still in hand. “Okay, Mirek. You’re a doll, have I told you that lately?”
He chuckled again, and reminded me, “No, a few minutes ago you were yelling at me for ignoring you. But whatever. Give me a few then I’ll be over. I need to throw some clothes and the brace on.”
Lizzie A. Williamson was born and raised in the outskirts of Boston. She began writing very early, putting together a book made of scrap paper at just six years old. She enjoys hockey, MotoGP, and sleeping. Especially sleeping.
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