Release Date: March 6th, 2020
Londyn McCormack didn’t have a typical childhood. She ran away from home at sixteen, escaping parents more interested in drugs than their daughter. She doesn’t have loving siblings or an adorable pet. Her only family is the five other runaway kids who shared her junkyard home.
Life pulled them all in separate directions, taking her to Boston. For a short time, she thought she’d found something permanent. But after a devastating divorce, she’s running away again, this time to find a lost friend.
She’s driving across the country in her convertible. As a teenager, the rusty car was her shelter. As an adult, it’s her ride to freedom.
Except one flat tire derails her trip. Her life collides with Brooks Cohen. They walked away from the first crash. The second might destroy them both.
EXCERPT
“When was the last time you had pie for dinner?”
“Can’t say I ever have.”
Her fork dove into the chocolate cream. She hummed and her eyes drifted closed when the bite passed her lips. She savored it, rolling it around in her mouth. The woman had a talented tongue—lucky pie. She moaned again, torturing me with the subtle sound.
She swallowed, then shot me a smile that was pure sex. “You’re missing out.”
I snapped my fingers, raising my hand in the air to flag down the waitress. When she came over, I pointed to Londyn’s plate. “I’ll have that.”
What a wondrous journey of self discovery, this story is. I wish I had the guts to do it, maybe I'd have found myself sooner.
"Now, I was running away to find peace. To find the life I needed deep in my soul. To find myself again. I’d lost me these past years."
London McCormack packs her belongings in two suitcases and a duffle bag, gasses up her 1964 Red Cadillac DeVille Convertible, which she's restored from a junkyard and was her old familiar home and bids goodbye to her old life with Thomas in Boston
"Just me and my cherry-red Cadillac. On a runaway road. "

On the way to California, this road that she takes, brings her into a tiny place called summers in West Virginia, into the garage of Brooks Cohen. Call it fate, call it serendipity or call it chance encounter, the end sum of the sequence of events that precede is- they meet and fall and keep falling

There's marked differences in their lifestyles and vocations.
He's deeply rooted tree in his backyard, she's a leaf fluttering in the wind
His tied to his ancestral home and job, she's direction less except for a short term goal
He can't leave and she can't stay.
He has trouble saying yes, she has no trouble saying NO!!
"Maybe he would forget me. Maybe time would dull his memories or disease would steal them away. But I hoped this kiss would remain."
Devney puts a Jinx on the budding connection right from the start.
"East is East and West is West.
Never the Twain shall meet"

Whoever wrote this had obviously not accounted for Fated Love, it's power can move mountains, carve new path and force traveller's to take the road less traveled, a.k.a NOT the Interstate!!
Devney is sensitive in her writing and she has treated this feel- good story with tenderness.
A whole lot of heart with serene moments make up this old-world gentlemanly-charm tale about Runaway life of a sixteen year old girl on the road to happiness ever after!
5 stars for picnic on the rock!
"Now, I was running away to find peace. To find the life I needed deep in my soul. To find myself again. I’d lost me these past years."
London McCormack packs her belongings in two suitcases and a duffle bag, gasses up her 1964 Red Cadillac DeVille Convertible, which she's restored from a junkyard and was her old familiar home and bids goodbye to her old life with Thomas in Boston
"Just me and my cherry-red Cadillac. On a runaway road. "

On the way to California, this road that she takes, brings her into a tiny place called summers in West Virginia, into the garage of Brooks Cohen. Call it fate, call it serendipity or call it chance encounter, the end sum of the sequence of events that precede is- they meet and fall and keep falling

There's marked differences in their lifestyles and vocations.
He's deeply rooted tree in his backyard, she's a leaf fluttering in the wind
His tied to his ancestral home and job, she's direction less except for a short term goal
He can't leave and she can't stay.
He has trouble saying yes, she has no trouble saying NO!!
"Maybe he would forget me. Maybe time would dull his memories or disease would steal them away. But I hoped this kiss would remain."
Devney puts a Jinx on the budding connection right from the start.
"East is East and West is West.
Never the Twain shall meet"

Whoever wrote this had obviously not accounted for Fated Love, it's power can move mountains, carve new path and force traveller's to take the road less traveled, a.k.a NOT the Interstate!!
Devney is sensitive in her writing and she has treated this feel- good story with tenderness.
A whole lot of heart with serene moments make up this old-world gentlemanly-charm tale about Runaway life of a sixteen year old girl on the road to happiness ever after!
5 stars for picnic on the rock!
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