Title: Sing It, Sam
Author: Jennifer Ryder
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 12, 2019
Release Date: February 12, 2019
Blurb
Jane Rhynehart has
a cosy shack in the pumpkin-obsessed town of Willow Creek, and a new job—if
only she was able to write like the other women in the local writers’ group.
But how can Jane write the perfect romance when she’s never experienced love?
After a lengthy stay in hospital, budding singer and songwriter Sam Marshall
ends up as a resident in Willow Creek Nursing Home. Jane soon becomes his
guiding light. But how can he be a man for her when he relies on so many others
day-to-day?
Will Sam turn out to be the perfect muse to help Jane write her epic romance?
Will Jane be the one to teach Sam how to truly live? Does love truly know no
barriers?
a cosy shack in the pumpkin-obsessed town of Willow Creek, and a new job—if
only she was able to write like the other women in the local writers’ group.
But how can Jane write the perfect romance when she’s never experienced love?
After a lengthy stay in hospital, budding singer and songwriter Sam Marshall
ends up as a resident in Willow Creek Nursing Home. Jane soon becomes his
guiding light. But how can he be a man for her when he relies on so many others
day-to-day?
Will Sam turn out to be the perfect muse to help Jane write her epic romance?
Will Jane be the one to teach Sam how to truly live? Does love truly know no
barriers?
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Excerpt
I link my fingers
behind Sam’s neck. “He cares about you, Sam.”
behind Sam’s neck. “He cares about you, Sam.”
“I’m tryin’ to move
forward, get somewhere, be somebody. I just feel like he’s holding me back.”
forward, get somewhere, be somebody. I just feel like he’s holding me back.”
I look down at our
feet and back up to meet his frown. “You seem to be moving ahead just fine to
me.”
feet and back up to meet his frown. “You seem to be moving ahead just fine to
me.”
“I’m no ballroom
dancer.”
dancer.”
I press my lips
against his. I delight in a long-lasting kiss until Sam moans in the back of
his throat. Reluctantly, I pull back. “Then lucky for the both of us, because I
don’t want a dancer. I want you.”
against his. I delight in a long-lasting kiss until Sam moans in the back of
his throat. Reluctantly, I pull back. “Then lucky for the both of us, because I
don’t want a dancer. I want you.”
The song finishes,
but we continue to sway, locked tight in each other’s arms. The young girl nods
to Shaun and walks offstage as a lady with wild ginger hair in a ruffled denim
dress and cowgirl boots takes her place. The woman, who looks to be in her
forties, adjusts the microphone to her height, and then plucks the strings of a
mandolin. Her voice crackles as she sings about writing a song, and her tears.
but we continue to sway, locked tight in each other’s arms. The young girl nods
to Shaun and walks offstage as a lady with wild ginger hair in a ruffled denim
dress and cowgirl boots takes her place. The woman, who looks to be in her
forties, adjusts the microphone to her height, and then plucks the strings of a
mandolin. Her voice crackles as she sings about writing a song, and her tears.
Sam’s arms stiffen
around me. “Of all the frickin’ songs, she picks this one by Willie Nelson?”
around me. “Of all the frickin’ songs, she picks this one by Willie Nelson?”
The lady continues
on about sad songs and waltzes. It’s kind of depressing. Ironic, really. I
shift my arms around Sam’s waist.
on about sad songs and waltzes. It’s kind of depressing. Ironic, really. I
shift my arms around Sam’s waist.
“I hate country
music,” he growls in my ear.
music,” he growls in my ear.
“The song’s not that
bad,” I lie.
bad,” I lie.
Sam’s mouth moves to
my ear. The heat of his breath sends a flood of warmth to my lower belly. “I
just wanted this one moment. She’s killin’ me.”
my ear. The heat of his breath sends a flood of warmth to my lower belly. “I
just wanted this one moment. She’s killin’ me.”
I tighten my hold
around him. “Forget about her.”
around him. “Forget about her.”
Sam grinds his
teeth. “How can I? It’s all I can hear.”
teeth. “How can I? It’s all I can hear.”
“Then listen to me
instead.” I press one hand to the centre of his chest. “We made it, Sam. We
made it here to this very spot.”
instead.” I press one hand to the centre of his chest. “We made it, Sam. We
made it here to this very spot.”
A lazy smile curls
at his mouth. “Now’s not the time to make me weak at the knees, Janie.”
at his mouth. “Now’s not the time to make me weak at the knees, Janie.”
Author Bio
Jennifer
Ryder is a bestselling author of the Spark Series and Surfers Way Series. She
loves to write about boys on dirt bikes, detectives and strong females who
aren’t afraid to fight for what they want.
Living on a rural property in New South Wales, Australia, she enjoys the best
of city and country. Her loving husband is ever willing to provide inspiration,
and her two young cherubs, and sheep that don't see fences as barriers, keep
life more than interesting.
Ryder is a bestselling author of the Spark Series and Surfers Way Series. She
loves to write about boys on dirt bikes, detectives and strong females who
aren’t afraid to fight for what they want.
Living on a rural property in New South Wales, Australia, she enjoys the best
of city and country. Her loving husband is ever willing to provide inspiration,
and her two young cherubs, and sheep that don't see fences as barriers, keep
life more than interesting.
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