Olivia Reynolds was free. Twenty years old, living in New York City, and having absolutely no idea what she wanted to be when she grew up, every day would be an adventure, or at least that was the plan. When a phone call from her brother lands her back in her home town, and dealing with an unexpected tragedy, she comes face to face her brother’s best friend Dean and realizes that the feelings she had buried long ago were still there. Dean Winston has lived with the fact that Olivia walked out of his life two years ago, and was never coming back. With her back in town, he struggles to be the friend that she needs him to be, and not the lover that she once wanted him to be. With lines between childhood friends and secret lovers once again blurring, Olivia must decide between the possibilities of her future and the ties of her past. Some strings just refuse to be cut.
“I found her sitting on a blanket watching the evening sky. I said nothing, but I poured a glass
for her and sat down. I poured a glass for myself, and we toasted to the beauty of the sun and the elegance of the stars. We drank, and I told her of my life. I told her that I came to this country with hope for a good education; I had a head for business and wanted to make millions. I come to work at my uncle’s vineyard and had to work from the smallest job on up. I told her that I had nothing in my pockets, no money to offer. But I tell her of what I see for the land, for the harvest, for the wine. If I work hard and I learn, one day he would leave it to me, as he had no children of his own,” he said.
“And she fell in love with you then?” Cat asked, as it was always the next question.
“Pas. She fell in love with the grapes.” He smiled. “She asked for a second glass. God have mercy and
thank you, Lord for that second glass.”
“What happened when she drank the second glass?” Cat asked, her favorite part.
“Ah. The earth moved, mon amour. She looked at me, and I could not help but want to kiss her. She
was so beautiful, the most beautiful girl in the world. I wanted to have a kiss from her to go on living. When our lips met, all of the angels in heaven sang the sweetest song.” He closed his eyes and smiled at the memory.
Alexa Jacobs was born and raised in the suburban outskirts of Baltimore, Maryland. She met her husband through friends in high school, and began what turned out to be a short lived career in the financial industry. With her first child, she became a stay at home parent and threw all of her energy into becoming the queen of Pinterest before Pinterest was a thing.
When her second child headed off to kindergarten, Alexa thought that it was time for a career change.
After a decade with at least one child underfoot 24 hours a day, it was time for her to discover who she was going to be when she grew up.
Turns out, she was a mom who sat by the window and cried the entire day on that first day of “freedom” from early parenthood.
A few months, and many kindergarten volunteer days later, she sat down at the computer and dusted off the rough draft of a story she had crafted years ago. That draft turned into her debut book, Rising Ridge.
Alexa is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and participates in many writer circle groups.