Authors: Jenni Moen
I’d spend every day of the rest of my life in this town if it meant
spending it with the two of them.
I’m one of those people that likes to ponder
the what
ifs in life. I make decisions every day, and each one of them has some effect
on my life.
Some big.
Some small.
The day I left my daughter at school against her will after her
Valentine’s party may have ended up saving her life since I totaled my car on
the way home.
The day my husband decided to forego an Ivy League education in favor
of the state university was one of the happiest days of my life. I didn’t know
it at the time since I wouldn’t meet him for another two years.
Though the events of With the Father are not based on actual events,
they
were inspired by
them, and at times Grace’s story
was difficult for me to write. Of course, you know now that Kate’s story was
very different from Grace’s. I believe that if you were to go back and reread
just her chapters you would see them in a different light now that you know the
truth about Grace.
If you want to talk about the book with me and other readers in a
spoiler-friendly environment (or curse at me), please join me in the After the
Father Facebook group. Lovers and haters of With the Father are equally welcome
as long as everyone gets along.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/1566880493532431/
The first round of thanks goes
to Jeff, Ethan, Dylan, and Ella. You guys are the best cheering section a
wife/mom/author could ask for and I am so very lucky to have you.
Thank you to Elizabeth Ward
who drank many cups of coffee with me while we worked our way in and out of
plot holes. If it weren’t for your filter, there would be terrible lines like,
“I want you to rearrange my cans,” at the most inopportune moments.
A special thank you to my beta
readers: Lauren Battles, Kate Good, Chelsea Keller, Emily Bynum, J.B.
Avants
, Mary Kate Wilson, Andrea Thompson, Aileen Jones,
and
Tawnya
Pendleton. Thank you for helping me tweak
it to make it as perfect as possible. J.B., Chelsea, and Mary Kate, an
additional
thank
you for your eagle eyes.
Thank you to my editors:
Autumn Hull and Tiffany
Halliday
.
Thank you to all of my author
friends in Author Support 101. You enlighten me and educate me every single
day.
Thank you to everyone who
signed up for the cover reveal and the book release blitz and/or accepted an
ARC edition of this book, not knowing what they were getting into.
Thank you to every book
blogger that has promoted any one of my books. Without you, no one would have
ever heard of my books. I couldn’t do this without you.
Jenni Moen lives in
her hometown with her husband and three crazy, exuberant kids that have the
potential to burn the house down at any time.
When she’s not chauffeuring kids, performing her mom
duties as a short order cook, or vacuuming for her fastidious husband, she
hammers away at her keyboard at her big girl job as a patent attorney. While
vodka and exercise have provided some relief from the daily grind, it is
reading . . . and now writing . . . that are her true escapes.
Remembering Joy
( Joy
#1)
Alexis doesn’t believe in fairytales.
She knows first hand that life can turn on a dime – that
one
stupid mistake can shatter dreams
and
irrevocably shape the future.
Though her memory of that day is hazy,
She’s spent the last ten years
trying
to put it behind her and
focus
on the future.
Adam is dark and brooding
and
strangely charming.
The film student
is
the perfect distraction from the
mundane
life she’s created for herself.
Unfortunately, Adam’s memory isn’t hazy at all …
And what she doesn’t remember, he can’t forget.
Finding Joy
( Joy
#2)
Love is
patient.
It can happen when you least expect it,
where
you least expect it,
with
whom you least expect it.
Love is kind.
But love may not grow out of kindness.
It can happen with the person who hates you most
because
love knows no bounds.
And it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love doesn’t hold a grudge.
Love forgives.
Love forgets.
But when the healing of your heart
breaks
the hearts of the ones you love,
it
may seem impossible to …
Find Joy