Have you ever stepped outside your comfort zone and tried something difficult? I did when I ran my first 5K. It wasn't simply a 5K but an obstacle course. By the end of the race, I was muddy and tired but so exhilarated. I loved that I did it and it started my obsession during the pandemic to run more. The heroine in Grea Warner's newest release, HEADS CAROLINA, is a gutsy young lady. She takes a chance in a songwriter competition much like we see on TV. That's something I wouldn't be able to do but I admire her guts. This talent show leads Bethany down a road she never saw coming and one you, as a reader will enjoy! Grab your copy of HEADS CAROLINA today!! Blurb: How did a sheltered girl from Carolina end up in a national scandal involving one of Hollywood’s most powerful music couples? When want-a-be singer Bethany Opala tries out for a TV talent show, she is rejected. But then comes an amazing offer … a songwriter’s dream. Bethany has the opportunity to learn and develop her skills with top music manager, Ryan Thompson. With a mutual passion for music and words, Bethany and Ryan’s writing partnership develops into something more … something love songs are written about. And while it isn’t wrong, it isn’t right, at least in the public eye. Surrounded by secrecy and half-truths, Bethany doesn’t know how much she should put up with. Especially, when one more rejection could scar her for good. Will her decision to leave not only Ryan, but the music business and California, come down to the toss of a coin? EXCERPT: The text from Ryan came in almost immediately after. U OK? No reference needed. He knew I would be watching the show. He also had to know the answer to his question. Was he crazy? No, absolutely not. I was not okay. But I didn’t type that back. I didn’t text anything at all. I was lucky I could read and comprehend his text. The world around me was in a black, closed-in cloud called fury. Trust me … I had no idea she was going to do that. That second message came through a couple minutes later, and I watched via the television set as he put down his phone. And then he had to be present and focused on the poor contestants as they fretted about their fate. I walked away. I didn’t need to be witness to more disappointment. I knew the show had ended. The kids, remembering what I had told them, found me in the kitchen, putting a later-than-usual dinner on the table. I had made everything ahead of time for the “Sloppy Joels” on a baked potato. As they laughed at the creation, I heard my phone chime again. That time it was an actual call from Ryan instead of a text. My response was the same, though—nothing. “Bethany, please answer. I need to talk with you. Call me,” was his voice message when I retrieved it. Again … I did not. I couldn’t. I was afraid of what I might say. I was afraid of how much I was hurting. I was afraid to hurt anymore. Available in Ebook and Print |