{"id":1876,"date":"2018-02-01T10:19:14","date_gmt":"2018-02-01T17:19:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.authorjennifergriffith.com\/?p=1876"},"modified":"2018-01-31T20:22:32","modified_gmt":"2018-02-01T03:22:32","slug":"romance-is-in-the-air-taylor-deans-book-is-free-for-5-days","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.authorjennifergriffith.com\/?p=1876","title":{"rendered":"Romance is in the Air–Taylor Dean’s Book is Free for 5 Days"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I’m With You by Taylor Dean<\/strong><\/p>\n

Can three little words irrevocably change your life?<\/p>\n

When the doctors inform Chloe Brennan that her pregnancy is \u201cincompatible with life,\u201d her subsequent choices will change her path forever.<\/p>\n

She becomes one of the quiet, unsung heroes of this world, incredibly strong, yet somehow wrongly looked upon as damaged.<\/p>\n

Three people will pierce Chloe\u2019s existence: her husband, a stranger, and a precious baby.<\/p>\n

One will say goodbye, one will say hello, and one will say both at the same time.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m With You is a novel about selfless love and the sacredness of life.<\/p>\n

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\"\"<\/a> \"\"<\/a><\/center>Please note:<\/em> <\/strong>While this book is a romance novel, it also deals with the sensitive issue of baby loss grief.
\nThe emotions are real, and sometimes dark. If you are sensitive to this issue, this may not be the book for you.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019m With You\u201d is a beautiful story that centers on one woman’s tragic, heart-wrenching loss and the healing brought by unselfish love, giving love, in-sickness-and-in-health-love. It is sweeter, nobler, stronger \u2014 and even more passionate than the beginnings of love we so often see. Forever love.
\n-Julie in Portland, Oregon, Amazon Reviewer<\/strong><\/p>\n

This book knocked my socks off. It was amazing and I will definitely read it again and again. It is “that” good.
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This book. Oh my gosh. I could NOT put it down. I sobbed like a baby through most of it and felt my heart breaking for my own loved ones who have suffered such a loss. It was written beautifully with great sensitivity and I LOVED it.
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\u201cI\u2019m sorry for what I said to you,\u201d he reiterated.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo big deal.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI think it was.\u201d<\/p>\n

She shrugged, trying not to show that she hurt so much she could barely breathe. No one noticed inner pain. A broken leg, a broken arm, yes. Outward signs of pain were obvious. Inner turmoil, not so much. And she was broken, just like a leg or an arm, only worse. She was bleeding, gushing from a huge, nasty, open gaping wound.<\/p>\n

But no one knew it.<\/p>\n

With his unwavering gaze, <\/em>however, the husband<\/em> seemed to sense it, maybe even see it. And it made her uncomfortable.<\/p>\n

\u201cI-I thought maybe we could have breakfast together or something and, I don\u2019t know, commiserate. Misery loves company and all that. What do ya say? Can I take you out to breakfast? Let me make up for my rash words.\u201d<\/p>\n

Goodness sake, the only one unable to forgive him for his impetuous words was himself. The last thing Chloe wanted to do was spend time alone with Mr. Volcano. He\u2019d obviously lost his temper on that fateful day their spouses had run off with each other, and had come looking for a fight. That meant he was probably easily agitated, maybe even volatile. Unstable. <\/em>When the signs are there, you can\u2019t ignore them. Right?<\/p>\n

Yet, somehow, she didn\u2019t feel as though he was a threat. As a matter of fact, he seemed quite courteous.<\/p>\n

She simply had no way of knowing if he was sincere or a loon. Her uncertainty concerning him made her respond accordingly as she stammered, \u201cOh. Thank you, but no. I have so much to do today. So, so much. I\u2019m not even sure I can get it all done in one day. Errands and more errands.\u201d She paused. \u201cLots of errands.\u201d She sounded like a bumbling idiot and a liar\u2014the lady doth protest too much<\/em>. She waved in the general direction of her car as she slowly backed away from him. \u201cSo much to do. I\u2019m swamped. I have to go.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour country’s 500th anniversary to plan, your wedding to arrange, your wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it. You are swamped,\u201d he mumbled.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing. Sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you just quote The Princess Bride<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, you know it?\u201d he said with surprise. \u201cYep. Sorry. It\u2019s a nasty habit of mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cQuoting The Princess Bride<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, movie quotes in general.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n

For a moment, she studied him curiously, her interest piqued. Any man who quoted The Princess Bride<\/em> couldn\u2019t be that bad. Chloe felt herself warm up to him, but he was a total stranger to her and she wasn\u2019t about to jump in his jeep and go for a ride with him just because he knew about true love.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks for apologizing. I appreciate it,\u201d she said. He\u2019d gone to great lengths to make up for his unkind words and she was impressed with his tenacity. He felt badly, that much was obvious. It was, perhaps, indicative of his true nature. However, she didn\u2019t need to dig any deeper and learn more about this man\u2019s apparent compassionate side. It was enough already. \u201cI have to go,\u201d she blurted.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll right,\u201d he answered amiably, a hint of both disappointment and acceptance in his tone.<\/p>\n

She turned to unlock her door, dropped her keys with shaking hands, and bent to pick them up. Chloe took a deep cleansing breath, trying to calm herself down. By the way she was acting you\u2019d think a handsome stranger had never once tried to speak to her in her entire life, for heaven\u2019s sake. It wasn\u2019t as if he was trying to pick up on her, he was simply extending a hand of friendship. That\u2019s all.<\/p>\n

She needed a friend. Desperately. This man was offering. It would be nice to talk with someone. He\u2019d understand. He was experiencing similar emotions. What the heck? She had nothing to lose. Absolutely nothing<\/em>.<\/p>\n

But he was a stranger, she argued with herself. It\u2019s not safe. Maybe he was some kind of psycho or pervert.<\/p>\n

I have nothing to lose.<\/em>
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Chloe turned just in time to see the husband<\/em> taking his seat in his jeep. Not exactly the behavior of someone out to commit nefarious activities.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait!\u201d she yelled.<\/p>\n

Surprised at her outburst, he slowly stood, one hand resting on the door of the jeep. He looked like he could be in a commercial promoting outdoor life. Yet, his expression was slightly intense as he looked upon her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t really have anything to do. As a matter of fact, I have nothing to do and nowhere to go.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded, politely not commenting on her lack of a life. \u201cHow about breakfast?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

A smile spread across his face, revealing perfect, white teeth. Even if he was a psycho, at least he\u2019d be easy on the eyes.<\/p>\n

So was Ted Bundy.<\/em>
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Chloe ignored her inner voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll drive. Hop in,\u201d he invited.<\/p>\n

Chloe took a few steps toward him.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what were you going to do today? If you don\u2019t mind my asking,\u201d he queried.<\/p>\n

It was time for payback. \u201cGo buy a wrench.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy? Is something broken?\u201d he asked, seemingly concerned. Would he consider it his responsibility to help her?<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Just because we don\u2019t have one.\u201d<\/p>\n

The husband<\/em> threw his head back and laughed out loud, surprising her. \u201cI know that one. Beaches<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

Surprising. \u201cHow do you know that? I mean, these aren\u2019t exactly guy movies.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have four sisters. I\u2019m the baby. No X-Men<\/em> for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSay no more. That explains everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

He extended his hand. \u201cI\u2019m Jack. Jack Alexander, by the way. Guess it\u2019s time we introduce ourselves.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chloe grasped his hand, his grip firm and strong. \u201cI\u2019m Chloe Brennan.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cChloe,\u201d he repeated. \u201cI like it. It\u2019s an unusual name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlexander seems like an unusual last name.\u201d<\/p>\n

He shrugged. \u201cHad it all my life.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood answer.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack smiled broadly and her worries washed away.<\/p>\n

\u201cShall we go?\u201d he said, his hand motioning toward his jeep as if it were a grand carriage.<\/p>\n

It rather felt like a portal into a new world.<\/p>\n

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