Welcome to the book blitz for THE DREAM, the fourth book in the adult contemporary romantic comedy series, Creek Water, by Whitney Dineen. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
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Title: THE DREAM
Series: Creek Water Series #4
Author: Whitney Dineen
Release Date: June 21, 2020
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romantic Comedy
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Ashley has loved the same boy since high school. She knew Davis Frothingham was special even before he championed her at her senior prom. She also knew he was completely out of her league.
Years later, her attraction for him is still there, but Davis? He doesn’t even remember her.
When Ashley is tasked with being the nurse for Davis’ terminally ill grandmother, she’s thrown back into his world. More than anything, she wants him to remember her, but that recollection could come at a price of its own.
Can Ashley accept that she’s good enough for Davis? And can Davis learn to love a girl from the wrong side of the tracks?
Find out in this delightfully fun romcom about love and life in Creek Water, Missouri!
Memories of our senior prom nearly overwhelm me as Buck and I drive to the country club. It’s like I’ve fallen into a hole in the space/time continuum and am watching the past in real time on a movie screen in my brain.
Right after Buck’s near-death experience during dinner, I turn to him and say, “Look, Buck, we’re not exactly a love connection. I know my mom and Sammy roped you into this whole thing and you probably had no intention of ever going, but I think we should dance at least once. That way when we’re adults and have finally overcome the humiliation of our teenage years, we can tell our kids we weren’t total losers. What do you think?”
He reluctantly stands up. “I guess, when you put it that way. Far be it from me to be a total loser.” He offers me his hand. “Let’s do this.”
“We owe it to future generations.”
“For our children,” he says before turning beet red and mumbling, “Not our children together, I mean my children and your children … with other people.”
“Relax, Buck. I know what you meant.” We walk to the dance floor side-by-side and find an open spot near the middle of a throng of our sparkly dressed peers. The song ends so we stand facing each other while we wait for the next one to come on. Three weeks later, or so it seems, the beginning strains of a golden oldie blast through the speakers. “Love of the Common People,” from the Sixteen Candles soundtrack. I wonder if it’s an omen that maybe I shouldn’t give up on my dreams.
Buck lets out a cynical sounding laugh. “More like survival of the common people, huh?”
“We’re not common, Buck,” I tell him. “We’re not so lucky. We’re two very uncommon people spending their adolescence in a high school where we don’t fit in, living three trailers away from each other in a small-town trailer park in Missouri.”
“We’re smart,” he says. “Which is a lot more than most of these goons have going for them. I’d rather be uncommon with options than destined for mediocrity.”
I look up at my date and really consider him before agreeing. “I like how you think. Why is it we’ve never talked before?”
He arches an eyebrow in question. “Really? Seems to me the answer is obvious. We’re both afraid of being the target of any more negative attention.”
“Ouch,” I reply.
Buck shrugs as if saying, just because the truth hurts, doesn’t mean it’s not the truth.
My date turns out to be a good dancer which he attributes to his grandmother’s obsession with the television show Dancing with the Stars. “She makes me practice the steps with her,” he confesses.
“I haven’t the words to describe how shocking I find that,” I joke.
“Yeah, well, tell anyone and I’ll deny it.”
“I’m pretty sure Janine and Melody wouldn’t care. In fact, they’d probably think it was sweet.”
He gives me a little spin to showcase his moves. Luckily, I somehow manage to retain my footing and don’t trip. Suddenly, he asks, “You like Davis Frothingham, right?”
“Why would you think that?” I practically choke on the words. Have I got no game at all?
“I hate to be the one to tell you, but I’m pretty sure everyone knows. You stare at the guy a lot.”
I want to curl up in a ball of embarrassment and die. “Really?” I squeak, hoping he’ll lie to me and tell me he was just kidding.
No such luck. “I’ll let you in on a secret.”
“What could possibly be as embarrassing as the fact that I’m pining for a guy so far out of my league we might as well be playing ball on different planets?”
“How about this?” he asks before divulging, “I’ve had a crush on Jessica Holt since we were in kindergarten.”
Disgust must be etched across my face because he hurries to add, “I know she’s never going to think I’m anything but a slug beneath her feet, but I can’t help myself.”
“Did you ever consider the whole vampire-look might be working against you?” I venture to ask.
He stares behind me transfixed by something or someone. “I’m not much to look at without it. I figured being different would at least make me less invisible.”
I totally feel his pain. I’d wear a paper bag over my head to school if it meant people wouldn’t notice me and stop referring to me by the horrendous nickname Chad Adkinson stuck me with on my first day at Creek Water High.
“We should enlist Sammy’s help,” I tell him. “She took some hair courses at beauty school before deciding to focus on nails. I bet she could help you mainstream your look so people would notice you in a good way.”
“I guess it couldn’t hurt.” Then he spins me around so I can see what he was just looking at.
Davis and Jessica are dancing right next to us. They’re like Cinderella and Prince Charming. Davis catches my eye before offering a knee-buckling smile.
Jessica must sense his focus isn’t solely on her because she maneuvers him around so she’s facing me. She flips me the bird and sticks out her tongue like we’re still in grade school or something.
“How in the world can you like her?” I ask Buck. “She’s a total viper.”
“She was the prettiest and sweetest girl in grade school. She gave me a valentine in third grade that said she thought I was cute.” After a pause, he reluctantly confesses, “I still have it.”
Poor Buck. He’s as hopeless as I am. I’m pretty sure nothing is ever going to come from our love for the most popular couple at school, but at least we found each other. If nothing else, I’ve come out of tonight with a new friend, and lord knows, I need as many of those as I can get.
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About the Author
Whitney loves to laugh, play with her kids, bake, and eat french fries — not always in that order. Whitney is a multi-award-winning author of romcoms, non-fiction humor, and middle reader fiction. Basically, she writes whatever the voices in her head tell her to. She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, Jimmy, where they raise children, chickens, and organic vegetables.
Gold Medal winner at the International Readers’ Favorite Awards, 2017.
Silver medal winner at the International Readers’ Favorite Awards, 2015, 2016.
Finalist RONE Awards, 2016.
Finalist at the IRFA 2016, 2017.
Finalist at the Book Excellence Awards, 2017
Finalist Top Shelf Indie Book Awards, 2017
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