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FALLING FORWARD by Dawn Robertson
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Title: FALLING FORWARD
Author: Dawn Robertson
Release Date: September 26, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU
Synopsis
What do you do when you hate your life and your joy is gone?
Never the sister with the best of luck, Luna Rockwell gave up on her own happiness a long time ago. She’s lost herself in a never-ending cycle of work, in a career she’s come to loathe.
When a once in a lifetime opportunity comes along, on the second worst day of her life, it gives her a chance most women can only dream about. Searching for love in a new city, Luna finds herself in a love-triangle she never expected.
Will Luna find love once and for all, or is she destined to be the cat-lady aunt for the rest of her life?
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Excerpt #2
You ever feel like your life just really fucking sucks? I do. I’ve been stuck in the same mundane rat race, every day for the last six years. Go to work, come home, work some more, have a glass of wine, watch some Maddow, smoke a joint, and climb into bed–just for the cycle to start all over again the next day. Occasionally, I’ll have a date with a guy I’ve met on some fly-by-night dating site, or go out to dinner with a blind date one of the old women in my office have set me up with. I admit just how sad it has become.
I hate real estate, which just so happens to be my career field. I hate the ups and downs, the stress of keeping each deal together. The fact that most people buying a home need to be babysat twenty-four-seven to make sure they aren’t out buying a new car or some bullshit furniture for said new house. At the end of the day, being a realtor is just a fancy name for an adult babysitter. We babysit the buyers, the mortgage lenders, the home inspector, and everyone else involved in the process. Another memo I didn’t get before I started working for a high producing team, is most realtors are drunks. The stress of the job is just too much, especially working seven days a week, but that’s neither here nor there. There’s nothing I can do, now. This is the life I chose long ago.
If I could walk away from it all tomorrow, I would. To start over somewhere else, with a new name and a new life–I would do it. The problem is, I can’t. I’m locked into a contract with my job, and if I wanted to start all over again, somewhere else in the same field, I couldn’t. But, it’s all a bunch of pipe dreams anyway. It’s not like one day I’m magically going to hit the lottery I’ve been playing since I turned eighteen. You can’t win if you don’t play! At least, that’s what my parents always told me growing up.
My mother still thinks I’m going to become an old spinster, and at twenty-eight I’m starting to believe her. I’m married to my job, I don’t really have time for anything else. I’m living the American dream, I guess. Selling high rise condos in Orlando, Florida and making as much money as I can so I don’t have to worry about retirement one day–like my sister will. She worked a whole three years before she started having kids. Now don’t get me wrong, I love her little rugrats. They fill the tiny maternal instinct I have. I know I’ll never do the whole mother thing, so it all works out.
Needless to say, I think I’ve proven just how boring my life has become.
I pull the black Corvette I drive, into my usual parking spot at the corner store–my evening routine. My heels click-clack against the hot pavement of the late Orlando summer evening, as the thick humidity does a number on my short, wavy brown hair. Pushing it out of my face with my sunglasses, I pull the door open and head for the alcohol section. Tonight, I opt for a six pack of Twisted Tea and a bag of Chex mix for a midnight snack. Dropping the goods onto the counter, I point at a couple scratch off lottery tickets.
“Usual?” the young man behind the counter asks.
“Two of each, and isn’t tonight Powerball, Lewis?” I ask.
“Yup, jackpot is up to four-hundred-and-fifty-million! People have been buying tickets like hotcakes!” Lewis laughs.
“Give me ten quick picks with the power play.” Why the hell not? “I mean, it’s not like I’m going to win but a girl can wish,” I laugh, knowing I’ve always had the worse luck in my family. My mother win’s money on those scratchy tickets all the time. Me? The most I’ve ever won is five-hundred dollars, and I thought that was a huge win. Too bad I’d already dumped more money than I wished to count into the system before getting that tiny sliver back.
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Author Dawn Robertson
About the Author
Three times best selling author Dawn Robertson was born and raised in Connecticut before relocating to Florida in 2013. The same year first novel, Hers debuted as an Amazon Best Seller. Replicating that success with two additional novels in the following years.
The Indie publishing world has grown to love her raw writing style depicting strong women in real life situations, topping the charts in erotica, romance, and romance-suspense. Robertson has even insinuated that the female characters in her book mirror her real life. But, that I’ll leave to speculation.
When Dawn Robertson is not writing she is a full-time Real Estate professional in Florida, and mother of three amazing children.
Where to Find Dawn Robertson
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