Let's cut straight to the chase and get to the November free download while it is, in fact, still November!

For November, it's Kathy Coatney's Forever His:

HE LEFT SMALL TOWN LIVING TO PURSUE HIS DREAMS OF PROFESSIONAL BASEBALL CAREER. SHE STAYED BEHIND TO FOLLOW HERS. CAN TWO OPPOSITES FIND REDEMPTION AND HEAL THEIR EMOTIONAL SCARS? A POIGNANT JOURNEY OF TWO LOVERS DESTINED TO BE TOGETHER.

“This story takes you on an emotional journey—filled with wounds from the past!” 5 star review

“Emotional, engaging, satisfying, must read!” 5 star review

I’m home and hearth. He’s a superstar baseball player.

I’ve always loved Sam Parker. He was warm sunshine, laughter and passion, and in his arms, I dreamed of white picket fences and happily-ever-afters. But our dreams didn’t jive. Sam had aspirations beyond running a farm. I always blamed him for leaving me, but the truth is, I was terrified of being the fish out of water if I followed him.

Sam’s dad, Joe Parker, became my surrogate father in the decade since Sam left Hope’s Crossing. Joe’s the only family I have, and I just learned he has leukemia. I’ll do whatever it takes to save him.

My work is cut out for me because these two men are as hardheaded as a pair of Billy goats. They can’t agree on anything and haven’t talked since Sam chose baseball over farming. Sam’s retired, so there’s no reason he can’t come home. But getting these two stubborn men to find common ground might be my biggest challenge yet. I’ve got to save Joe, even if it means facing Sam again after all this time.

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I know! I know! The last time I checked in, I was all, "I'm back on schedule and this book is going to be out by Halloween and everything is groovy! Yeehaw and Whoopie!"

Spoiler Alert: I lied.

In my defense! I didn't think I was lying at the time. I really thought things were groovy again.

Mom's situation took another turn, meaning I got more calls from the nursing home she is in now with more news that left me sitting in my little hobo house in the desert nearly two states away from her thinking, "What am I supposed to do about that?" (She doesn't want to take her meds and she only eats if her friend brings her fast food.)

It's a really tough situation for all of us-- I don't really have a viable option for being there with her full time and there's not really a lot I could do even if I was. It's still an emotional roller coaster and it's hard to stay on task when I'm distracted. Also, there's a lot of behind-the-scenes details to absorb and make peace with that make it a good thing that I mostly live in the middle of the desert where I can scream in frustration without worrying the neighbors.

Then there was a big indie author conference to get through that I had been looking forward to all year. It meant making my way-- hobo house and all-- to the Las Vegas strip and finding a safe place to park the entire rig for a week amongst the chaos of the Formula 1 race track that was being constructed through the city streets.

Not my favorite trip to Vegas!

But I got to meet up with the very good friend who is to blame for my entire author career and she is worth the hassle!

The conference was going just fine until the very last day when I woke up feeling...not right. By evening, I didn't even flinch at the $22 bottle of Nyquil (for 4 ounces!) at the hotel "convenience" shop in the lobby because I felt like death and I had to get through one more hotel sleep before I could navigate the trailer out of the ruckus that had been made of the city streets (seriously, everyone hates the F1 race track project! Our Uber drivers, our waiters and waitresses, everyone.)

Fortunately, the desert surrounding Las Vegas is big, empty, and offers a lot of free camping. So Saturday morning, my friend gave me a virtual air hug from several feet away as I "had cooties" and set off for her several-hours long drive home while I only had to manage a mere 45 minute drive to get to a spot where I could park and sleep for the next 10 days.

Yesterday I woke up. I took a shower-- a long, hot one at a nearby campground. Unlimited hot water is such a luxury in this lifestyle!-- and found a grocery store.

Turns out, several of my colleagues also returned from the conference feeling like death and many of them also reported positive Covid tests. (I didn't take a test. I slept for almost 2 weeks with zero interaction with other humans.)

Things were looking up though! I have clean hair and a fridge full of good food ready for a solo, Thanksgiving, vanlife feast...then I woke up today feeling like I'd been hit in the head with a two by four.

I don't even have pretty pictures to share, let alone a new release.

But life is still good! I have a safe campsite full of warm, sunny days (I am not missing the Tahoe cabin this year!) I'm finally feeling better, and I have mad camp cooking skillz, y'all-- although, I did cheat and buy a pie. I'm not feeling that much better yet!

I'm looking forward to putting up some festive holiday decorations this weekend, and eating Dutch apple pie directly out of the tin with a fork (joys of solo holidays!) Then I'm going to get back to work and getting Vale and Sparrow back on target for their happily ever after. (I'm excited because I am SO getting to kill a bad guy in their book!)

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American peeps! And happy not-Thanksgiving-but-still-Black Friday to all the non-Americans! I hope you're well and warm (or cool) and safe out there-- I know a few of my readers are located in places in where that's not something they can take for granted right now and you're on my mind too.

~Rocklyn

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