A Contemporary Romance set in the heart of country music. . .Nashville.
Readers who have enjoyed the emotional stories of authors like Colleen Hoover may enjoy this live-your-dream story where "Inglath Cooper draws you in with her words and her amazing characters. It is a joy to pick up these books. There is just the right amount of love and romance with the perfect dose of reality. The dialogue is relatable and you just fall in love with the story."
Ever thought a dream might pass you by?
Nineteen-year old CeCe Mackenzie is determined to make her dreams come true. She heads for Nashville with not much more to her name than a guitar, a Walker Hound named Hank Junior and an old car she'd inherited from her grandma called Gertrude. But when Gertrude ends up on the side of I-40 in flames, Nashville has never seemed farther away. Help arrives in the form of two Georgia football players headed for the Nashville dream as well. When Holden Ashford and Thomas Franklin stop to offer CeCe and Hank Junior a ride, fate may just give a nod to serendipity and meant to be. Because while CeCe is chasing after her dream, she might find love as well.
New Adult Romance where "the characters are so alive you can almost hear them next to you."
Excerpt
Nothing in my life has ever felt as good as Holden's kiss. Not the top of my first roller coaster ride, right before the plunge. Or the first time I performed one of my own songs in front of a crowd. Not even the day my Uncle Dobie said he thought I had a future in country music.
At first, Holden is gentle, kissing me like he's not sure where the line is. I'm the one who deepens it. I loop my arms around his neck and pull him closer, opening my mouth beneath his and inviting him in. He accepts. I've never been kissed like this. Thoroughly. Completely. Expertly.
And that's what it feels like. As if Holden knows exactly how to coax, persuade, entice. A couple minutes of this, and my mind is blanked of everything but him. I explore the ripples of abs. His breathing quickens, and I trace the other side.
He runs his hands down my back and anchors me against him as if he needs me to know what I'm doing to him. Knowing I'm not ready for what I've so clearly asked him for, I pull away and study his far too good-looking face, my chest feeling as if I've just run a marathon.
"I'm sorry, Holden," I say.
He smooths my hair back from my face. "If this ever happens between us, it has to be for the right reasons."