Vivienne Stark, a writer and military widow, has spent almost two decades of her life avoiding having a life. When she writes a bestseller, she is thrust into the limelight she never wanted. To complicate matters, an embezzler has wiped out the charitable foundation she created to help the families of fallen soldiers.
Will Foster, the lead singer of world famous band Static Neverland, considers himself to be a regular guy in the right place at the right time. Surrounded only by fame seekers and gold diggers, Will’s been hurt too many times to trust women. Little does he know, a chance introduction to Vivienne Stark will change his mind completely.
A not-so-typical set up leads to two people finding the love they never knew waited for them. But can they maneuver through the past hurts and current challenges to make their relationship last?
Genre: FICTION / Contemporary WomenThis title has a 4.5 ranking on Amazon.com. The sales have slowly gathered steam as I've done more advertising and they definitely spiked after my second novel was released. I am just now doing overseas advertising and the response has been very positive. I feel that putting the novel into other languages will definitely broaden the readership.
“Good morning and thank you for calling Glendale Bank’s online technical support department. My name is Joe. How may I assist you today?”
Shit. I spit the sip of coffee I had just taken back into the cup.
“Yes, good morning! I’m having some difficulty logging in to my account. It keeps telling me the password is invalid.” Grabbing a tissue, I wiped away the small drip of liquid crawling down my chin.
“Yes ma’am, I’d be happy to assist you with that. Could I have your first and last name, please?”
“Vivienne Stark.” I made sure to spell it for him. I listened to Joe tap on the keyboard I couldn’t see, imagining a head and two lone hands floating in space with no body. I answered all of his questions to verify my identity then waited for him to reset my password. He prompted me to log in again while he stayed on the line to make sure the new password worked.
“Success!” I smiled as the page with my financial information slowly loaded, but I could feel the grin slide off my face and my heart begin to race. Both accounts had a zero balance. What the hell? I tried to click on each one for more information, but error boxes claiming the accounts had been closed popped up on the screen, one after the other.
“Uh, Joe? All my balances are reading zero here and I’m being told my accounts are closed. Is there some problem on your end?”
“I don’t have actual access to your accounts, ma’am. I would have to transfer you to customer service.”
“Please do that,” I muttered through clenched teeth, irritated with all the delays so far this morning. First, the password not working. Then waiting on hold for twenty minutes for a techie. And now my accounts all saying zero and closed? What the fuck?
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Translated by Nina Gruenewald
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Translated by Alejandra Torres
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