Release date: July 28, 2014
Unable to perform her duties in the army after a twelve-month deployment to Afghanistan that leaves her with scars no one can see, Sera Cavins returns to her hometown hoping that some time alone will help her find her way back to being the girl everyone once knew. That is, until she finds herself sharing a house with the man who left her heartbroken merely weeks before her deployment.
Tyler Creech made it to Nashville and even earned a number one hit, but being a rising country music artist isn’t as easy as he thought. He’s back in Cobb City, Kentucky, looking for something to ease the stress of his next release. He discovers it standing on his mom’s and stepdad’s lawn when Sera, the girl he once planned to marry, shows up.
They’d been perfect for each other, until the strain of Sera’s deployment and pressure of Tyler’s career drove them apart. Now with neither of their lives going the way they anticipated, both are fighting different yet similar demons.
by Dena Rogers
Sensuality Level: Sensual
Dena Rogers lives with her husband and two sons in the foothills of Kentucky, where she enjoys writing stories of happily ever after, road trips with her family, and listening to country music. Find Dena Rogers at www.demiro1029.wordpress.com, on Facebook, and on Twitter @Demiro1029.
An excerpt from Drive Me Sane:
“Who…? Oh, shit!” Sera sputtered, her lips quivering, as she drove up to her uncle’s house. She swallowed hard, and her heart slammed into her chest upon recognizing the oversized Silverado pickup truck parked in the driveway. “What the hell is he doing here?”
“I don’t know,” her friend Maggie answered. “But half the country is talking about that truck.”
Sera’s quick temper flared. She jumped out of the car, slammed the door, and took a few hasty steps forward, but stopped when her mind caught up with her feet.
Looking at the ground, her stomach knotted as full realization of the situation sank in. The man she was once engaged to, who had ended their relationship by voicemail merely weeks prior to her deployment to Afghanistan, was there.
“Tyler!” she screeched, having no clue what she might say when he appeared. Her only thoughts were fueled by almost three years of pent-up anger.
With no movement from the door, her patience thinned. She picked up a piece of gravel from the driveway and hurled it towards the truck. Her unsteady hand missed it entirely. “Tyler Creech!” she screamed again.
Another stone thrown; this time it bounced off the tailgate. She had just grabbed a handful, ready to launch them all at once, when the screen door squeaked open. Pausing, she watched it inch wider until his large form filled its frame. She’d never thought of him as the heartthrob he was portrayed as on country music radio these days. He was a big bear of a guy, full of thick, meaty muscles. Tall and lean, but never with washboard abs or protruding biceps; however, his body was one to admire.
“Shit,” she muttered, meeting his paralyzing stare.
“I see you haven’t changed,” Tyler stated with little emotion.
“Her eyes didn’t move as she watched him lean his body into the open door frame. She didn’t so much as flinch when Maggie turned the car back down the driveway.
Biting down on the inside of her lip, she tried to think of what to say next. The immediate adrenaline rush was beginning to fade, but it didn’t curb her anxiety. Three years had passed since she’d last seen him, and as much as she wished she could say Tyler hadn’t crossed her mind, the eagerness of the radio stations to play his newly charted number one hit—and the fact that she’d bought his record—made it difficult. Trying not to let the moment get the best of her again, she swallowed the hard lump that had risen back up in her throat.
“This is my uncle’s house, you know.” And Tyler’s mother’s house now too. But Sera left that part out.
He let the screen door swing closed and took the three steps to the porch railing. Leaning over for support, he squinted into the sunlight as he cocked his head to the side and replied, “And that’s my truck you just hit.”