Title: Wildflower
Author: Jessica Prince
Series: Colors #4
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: January 15, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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At sixteen, Harlow Prewitt thought she’d found the love of her life. At seventeen, that love was put to the ultimate test. And at eighteen, it failed completely, shattering her beyond repair.

Leaving behind everything she had ever known, Harlow was determined to start over some place different, some place where memories of the past couldn’t follow. And she was never going back.

Or so she thought.

Noah Murphy has lived a life full of regrets. But Harlow’s unexpected return has given him another chance, and he’s determined to make this one count. Because a love like theirs isn’t something people find more than once in a lifetime. This time he won’t let her go. This time he’ll fight with everything he has. He might have lost her before, but he’ll be damned if he loses her the second time around.

Wildflower is a standalone Contemporary Romantic Comedy that follows characters introduced in Love Hate Relationship. It is not necessary to read Love Hate Relationship first.

Title: Wildflower
Author: Jessica Prince
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 15, 2016

Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs

A Love like theirs is worth fighting for.

Excerpt

“Fuck you, Bobby Flay! Fuck you straight to hell!” I shouted at the computer as that stupid bastard talked about how easy cooking a turkey was. The son of a bitch was a stupid liar.

As Bobby prattled on about how the skin should be a golden brown and the bird was almost ready to come out of the oven, I had the immense desire to reach through my laptop screen and choke the life out of the dick for being so full of shit.

I pulled the foil back, closing my eyes and shooting up a quick prayer that the turkey had somehow miraculously cooked completely in the five minutes that had passed since I last checked it. Nope, still frozen.

“Cook, you stupid bird! Why won’t you cook? This is what you were born for!”

“Uh… what’s going on?”

I spun around to find Ethan standing in the doorway of the kitchen, a nervous expression on his face. Not that I blamed him for his concern, really. I was sure I looked like a psychopath standing there in Grammy’s lime green apron, congealed mac and cheese stuck in my hair, food covering me from top-to-toe like an abstract painting, turkey baster in hand being wielded like a sword.

The day had started off so well that morning. I woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to tackle Thanksgiving dinner like a culinary pro, but somewhere along the way things started going wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong. It was as if the food was fighting back, revolting against the idea of being cooked to delicious perfection. My good mood went right down the drain—along with my metal slotted spoon that I couldn’t get loose from the garbage disposal—and I wanted to punch Thanksgiving in the throat for being an asshole.

“The oven’s broken,” I answered.

“But I just made a frozen pizza last night. It worked fine then.”

“Well it’s broken now!” I shouted, taking all of my anger and frustration out on my poor, unsuspecting little brother.

With hesitant steps, he bravely joined me in the kitchen, standing next to me and studying the old-school nobs on the piece of shit double oven. “Um, Low-Low?”

“What?”

“You set the temp on the bottom oven, not the top one.” Pulling the door of the bottom oven—the oven notcontaining the turkey—he released a gust of heat to prove his point. “And what’s wrong with that key lime pie?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it,” I gritted through clenched teeth.

“I’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to sink in the middle like that.” Ethan poked at the top of the pie, his face scrunched up in disgust. “And it’s all chunky. Gram’s pies never looked like this.”

I inhaled through my nose, counting to ten in my head before I responded. “Ethan?”

“Yeah?”

My words were low and measured as I threatened, “If you don’t get out of this kitchen right now, I’m going to shove that chunky pie down your throat and beat you with a frozen turkey leg.”

“I’m out,” he replied wisely before disappearing from the kitchen with the speed of an Olympic sprinter.

Bobby’s voice cut through the sound of blood rushing in my ears. “Now, all that’s left is to carve this baby up and serve it to the family. Mmmm, that’s delicious!”

“Go to hell, you bastard!” I yelled at the screen. “I hope your turkey’s undercooked and you get E. coli and die of dysentery!”

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Scattered Colors

(Colors #1)

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The use of the phrase life is hard has become so diluted, so overstated through the years that when someone hears it the words go in one ear and out the other. The impact is no longer there. The meaning, the importance of that phrase no longer holds any water with those it’s spoken to.

Freya Linden’s life became hard at the age of seventeen, the summer before her senior year of high school. The bright colors of her life faded into black and white, a colorless shell full of loneliness.

Until she met him.

Parker Owens breathed life back into her world. With him she began to heal. But happiness isn’t a guarantee. Sometimes opening yourself up only leads to more heartbreak. The person she thought to be her saving grace shattered her completely.

Her story isn’t a pretty one. The bumps in the road were monumental and infinite. But it’s her story. And the one thing that holds true is this: despite the hardships, she made it through to the other side.

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Shrinking Violet

(Colors #2)

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Forgiveness.

From the time we’re old enough to understand the word, we’re taught to forgive those who wrong us, so what do you do when the one person you can’t forgive is yourself?

For Cassidy Ashworth, it’s a question that haunts her. Forgiveness has become a foreign concept. Self-loathing is something she’s much more familiar with. Convinced that she doesn’t deserve happiness, Cassidy is determined to spend every day trying to make up for the wrong she’s done. But no amount of repenting for the past will ever convince her that she’s worthy of a future with Carson Langford.

Raised in the foster system, Carson has always been a throwaway kid. He knows firsthand just how cruel life can be, how easy it is for people to prey on the weak, and there’s nothing Carson detests more than a bully. So focused on his self-imposed role of protector, he never counted on the beautiful blonde with the haunted eyes to stumble into his life and shake up his world.

Despite her reluctance, Carson is determined to have Cassidy in his life, but once the truth of her past comes to light, the question is… will he still want to keep her?

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Love Hate Relationship

(Colors #3)

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People say that sometimes the line between love and hate is thin. What they don’t tell you is that sometimes it’s invisible.

Rowan Locklaine gave his heart to one woman a long time ago and has no desire to go through that kind of torture ever again. His painful past has turned him cold and heartless. Women serve only one purpose as far as he’s concerned, and relationships are nothing but a waste of time and energy. When the mouthy little blonde, Navie Collins, is hired as his personal assistant, he finds his world turned upside down. And against his better judgment, he can’t seem to stop thinking about her.

Navie Collins has spent years convinced she’s not good enough, that no one could possibly want her. Growing up the way she did helped to thicken her skin, so when she walks into a job interview and meets the temperamental, foul-mouthed, best-selling author Rowan Locklaine, she’s all too happy to put him in his place.

Rowan and Navie are convinced they hate each other. But as time passes and the attraction between them begins to grow, these two stubborn, strong-willed people have a life changing decision to make. Can they move beyond their pain for a chance at something better, or are they destined to let their pasts dictate their future?

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