The Girl in the Garden – Coming Soon

Do you remember Blind to Love? It’s no longer available for purchase.

It’s a story that has been through many changes since it was published and Blind to Love was its most recent title.


I could never figure out who my audience was. It’s probably no secret that I’m not the best marketer, but I’ve learned a lot since then.

Awash with Summer Roses was the original title, and I feel it rings true. So, it is now the series title.

Yes, this story is being split in two.


I mentioned I’m a terrible marketer, and this story defies genres, which doesn’t help. It’s YA contemporary with romance and a touch of fantasy. It’s a little weird but entirely heartfelt.

All I can do is package Awash with Summer Roses as well as possible and then hope some people find the free first book, love it, and purchase the second book. It’s impossible to advertise profitably–most standalone novels are.

I like having free first-in-series whenever possible because I want books to speak for themselves. I hope this quiet story reaches you.

Did I mention it will even have audio? I’m producing/narrating it myself. I don’t have an exact release date for the first book, but it should be here within a month.

Thank you for reading.

Now, let me reintroduce you to Awash with Summer Roses by presenting The GIrl in the Garden.

I hope you love this book cover as much as I do.

Take care.

Along the trails of endless pines, I search for truth and follow signs.

How’s your summer going? Mine is ruined.

Hi. My name is Ri. I’m the kind of delinquent teenage girl you hear horror stories about.

My parents thought they could reform my “bad” attitude and get me away from my “troublemaking” friends in the city by shipping me off to my grandparents’ house in the countryside for the summer. I’m supposed to stay clear of the “forbidden” forest and piss away my days in my grandparents’ stupid rose garden alongside a boy named Avery.

Avery is seventeen, but he chooses to work for my grandparents because he likes roses.

Well, the joke’s on them. I’m getting the hell out of here, and I won’t let anyone stop me—especially not some weirdo boy.

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