WeWriWa: Breaking the Ties that Bind, SWEET TEXAS DREAMS
Be careful what you wish for. As young adults, we can’t WAIT to break free of the influence of our parents to venture out on our own. Making our own plans. Setting our own rules. And suffering the consequences of those choices. Ah, adulthood in all its non-glamorous glory. Becca Bass has no plans to remain with the rest of her tightly knit family in the wilds of West Texas. She’s afraid of just about everything that life offers . . . especially the rough-and-tumble men. A trip to New York for a debut in the society her mother came from is everything she’s dreamed of – the chance to spread her wings amongst the elite of that city . . . and to reunite with the man she’s determined to wed . . . who is from a family her father abhors, with good reason. A dream about to end . . .
The Excerpt
I can't WAIT to get the Bass family series reissued, with all new covers . . . and a NEW book for Becca’s brother, Randall. Looks like my 2024 is going to head for Texas. Yee Yaw! Hope all of you had a fabulous Thanksgiving, because I’m especially thankful for all of you!!
The situation couldn’t have pleased Becca more—her parents simpering and smiling at one another, the anticipation of Morgan’s question, a dangling enticement . . . then her father shattered her peace of mind with his offhand announcement of, “We’ll be leaving day after tomorrow, soon as we get some things settled.”
The Duncans began a noisy protest, but Becca sat frozen in silence, uncertain as to how to interpret his statement. Did they intend to take her with them? Her gaze sought out her mother’s frantically.
“We’ve got to get back home,” Amanda concluded firmly, adding, “It was nice to get reacquainted with the past, but we’ve got a lot of future ahead of us in West Texas.” Her gaze tangled hotly with her husband’s.
What about her future? Becca wondered wildly. Then her father smiled at her, and her anxieties fluttered to a standstill.
“We’ll be going as soon as we make arrangements for Becca, seeing to her finances so she can support herself and get a place to stay.”
“Here?” she squeaked.
“You want to stay, don’t you?”
She couldn’t answer him through the sudden swell of bittersweet joy. They trusted her enough to let her go. She was staggered by that truth and suddenly, contrarily, shaken by the staggering fact that she’d be letting go, too.
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