Book & Author Details:
Choosing Happiness by Melissa Stevens
Publication date: July 21st
Genres: Adult, Romance

Jake and Andrea met once. When Andrea
was in college, Jake came with her brother Ben who was visiting on leave from a
deployment in Afghanistan. Now, years later, Jake gets a job in Ben’s home town
to be close to his best friend. He hadn’t counted on Andrea. The attraction he’d
felt then was still there. And this time he wasn’t headed back to a war zone
where he could very well be killed.
Andrea is drawn to the man who calls Ben brother. Something about him speaks
to her, but she’s not sure what. She falls into things head first, but when
something makes her question how fast things are going she slams on the breaks.
Can the two of them figure out what’s going on with them before it’s too


Andrea grabbed the steering wheel with both hands and carefully eased the vehicle
onto the shoulder. “Damn, damn, damn!” She punctuated each word with
a one fisted blow to the wheel.
Opening the
door, she carefully stepped out of the car. The thin heels of her shoes sank
into the gravel as she gingerly walked around the car to inspect the damage.
Sure enough, she’d blown a tire.
She bent,
balancing carefully on the balls of her feet and looked into the wheel well
around the damaged tire. There didn’t appear to be any body damage, but she’d
have to get the tire off to be sure. She stood and cautiously stepped back to
the open driver’s door, she’d pulled far enough off the road that passing
traffic wouldn’t hit her door, but that meant the blown tire was on the soft
now?” she asked the wind. “Why not when I’m wearing jeans and
tennies? Or when I don’t have somewhere I need to be?” She set the
emergency break and had to turn back to flip the switch for the flashers before
going to the back. Opening the back gate, she rolled up the carpet to get to
where the jack was stored. After pulling it out she used the lug wrench to
lower the spare from beneath the small SUV.
“Damn it
all,” she muttered, wishing she hadn’t taken her gym bag into the house
that morning. At least she would have had some way to protect her dress, not to
mention shoes that would be easier to work in.
Freeing the
spare, she grabbed the old blanket she kept in the back for emergencies and partially
unfolded it before spreading it out next to the shredded tire. After retrieving
the good tire and the jack, she kicked her heels off, preferring to work
barefooted over trying to balance on the spikes.
She struggled
for several minutes but managed to loosen the lug nuts so the tire wouldn’t
spin in the air if she tried to do it later. Once she had all the nuts loose,
she bent low so she could see under the tilted frame, and placed the jack in
the right spot.
Her head was
still under the car when the pop of tires on gravel told her someone had pulled
off the road behind her.
“Need some
help?” A deep masculine voice asked as she pushed herself to her feet.
When she saw him she stopped short for just a moment. Something about this man
niggled the back of her mind, told her she’d seen him before. He was tall but
not bulky and the snug fit of his t-shirt and jeans told her he was all muscle.
Something about him called to her and made her stomach flip-flop. She couldn’t
help but smile as he approached wearing a friendly smile under his baseball cap
as he offered his assistance.
appreciate it,” she admitted. “Normally I’d have no trouble doing it
myself but I’m not exactly dressed for the job.” She spread her arms wide,
showing off her turquoise dress. It was cut to flatter her thick frame, showing
off all her curves well and stopping just above her knees.
“At least
you had the sense to lose the heels.” He took her place beside the car and
bent to check the placement of the jack before he started lifting the car.
“You already break the nuts?” He stopped and looked at her for a
moment before the tire cleared the ground.
She stepped back into her shoes and tried to stay out of the way as he finished
changing her tire and put the blanket and damaged tire into the back of the
vehicle. “Thanks so much.” She extended one hand. “Can I get
your name? I’d like to do something to thank you. This has been a huge help.”
really no problem. My name’s Jake, Jake Walters.” He took her offered hand
and shook it. “But you don’t have to do anything, it’s always a pleasure
to help a pretty lady, especially one dressed so nicely.” He looked her up
and down again, from the top of her head where her hair was pulled back in some
elaborate style, down her curvy body, and well-shaped legs. He liked what he
saw. She hadn’t changed much in the years since he’d first met her.
“Now I
remember.” Her eyes widened and a smile bloomed across her face. “You’re Ben’s
friend. He brought you home with him on leave a few years ago.”
“I am.”
“You here
for the wedding?”
“Yes and
no. I’ll be there, but I’ve recently moved to the area.”
great.” A car blew past them on the road, barely slowing as it went by. “Look, I’m
sorry to do this but I’ve got to go. I’m late already.”
problem. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”
probably will. That tends to happen in a town this size.”

Melissa was born and raised in Arizona, she’s spent her entire life living
across the southern half of the state. She’s found that, along with her husband
and three children, she prefers the small towns and rural life to feeling packed
into a city.
She started reading at a very young age, and her love for
series started early, as the first real books she remembers reading is the
Boxcar Children series by Gertrude Chandler Warner. Through the years she’s
found that there’s little she won’t read, and her tastes vary from westerns, to
romance, to sci-fi / fantasy and Horror.
She’s been writing since 2009,
and enjoys nearly every minute of it.

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Melissa’s answer to “Where do my characters come from?”

I’m often asked if I base my characters on
people I know. No. Each character’s personality is different. I do sometimes
steal mannerisms, haircuts, personal preferences, but more often than not it’s
what the character has told me about themselves and yes, they actually speak to
Sometimes I’ll be sitting in a restaurant
with my family and over hear something at the next table that makes my mind
spin. It may give me an idea or it may just sound so much like one of the
people living in my head that they end up saying something similar in the
I may see someone somewhere who inspires my
physically, and actually for Jade’s Peace, Steve was inspired by my mental
image of what Model Jeremy Aaron’s personality might be like. I kept a picture
of him on my desktop and when I had doubts about how Steve might behave, how he
would react to something I could look at the pic and I just knew. Often, though
I don’t need a visual aid. With Jade, she spoke to me, and told me things I
didn’t have planned at all. She started out as an only child. And I was writing
along and she says to me, “Watch out, my brother will be here tomorrow.” My
immediate thought was, “You don’t have a brother.” She was adamant though and
replied, “Yes I do and he’ll be here tomorrow.” Sure enough, he showed up, and
I had to go back and fix a few things but I’ll admit, he made the story better.
I find that my best stories, at least to
me, at the ones where I start out with a vague idea of the story, I have two
characters and a rough ending, (Hey, this is romance, they always end up
together, right?) and let the characters tell me their story as I go along. The
characters always seem more alive when they lead their own stories. 

giveaway (INTL)

  • Paperback copy of Choosing Happiness

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