What’s a girl to do when her life sounds ripped from the lyrics of a country music song?
Charlotte Van Cleave’s hissy-fit reaction to her husband’s infidelity sours her world like a pot of boiled chitlins. She’s left with no husband, no job, and no home—well, besides the dilapidated farmhouse inherited from her nana.
But Charlie learned early that southern girls dig deep when things go sideways. She’d climbed out of the mire when her missionary parents were killed in Congo, endured two late-term miscarriages, and survived the death of her nana and papaw. Too poor to paint and too proud to whitewash, Charlie follows a new path with her interior design skills.
Derek Daniels spent his life serving his country until a helicopter accident ended his military career. Now back home on the family farm, he’s stuck between his philandering brother, Nicky, and the only girl he’s ever loved—sweet Charlie Van Cleave. Unwilling to cross a line, he vows to keep his feelings to himself. Easier said than done when Charlie discovers a mystery surrounding her parents’ death and asks him to help investigate.
But Charlie learned early that southern girls dig deep when things go sideways. She’d climbed out of the mire when her missionary parents were killed in Congo, endured two late-term miscarriages, and survived the death of her nana and papaw. Too poor to paint and too proud to whitewash, Charlie follows a new path with her interior design skills.
Derek Daniels spent his life serving his country until a helicopter accident ended his military career. Now back home on the family farm, he’s stuck between his philandering brother, Nicky, and the only girl he’s ever loved—sweet Charlie Van Cleave. Unwilling to cross a line, he vows to keep his feelings to himself. Easier said than done when Charlie discovers a mystery surrounding her parents’ death and asks him to help investigate.
What’ll Charlie and Derek have to do to turn those lyrics into a country hit?
Genre: Women’s Christian Fiction/ Romance
Release date: April 12, 2022
Release date: April 12, 2022
Excerpt from Night Songs
The tall, narrow windows, upstairs and down, peered at me with suspicion, and goosebumps skittered up my arms.
Pawpaw would’ve said a goose just walked on my grave.
Well, what had I expected? That the only thing left in my name, other than a car payment and a useless wardrobe, would prove to be a blessing instead of a curse?
Fingering away a trickle of sweat from my temple, I moved up the pathway, my sandals crunching in the weed-infested gravel. A low growl halted my progress, and I squinted in the waning light toward the wrap-around porch. Was that a dog hunched beneath the cock-eyed swing? I looked up toward heaven as if God was actually watching. “You’ve got a sense of humor, I’ll say that much for You.” Was it a stray, or did it belong to a neighbor? Either way, it didn’t make much difference. I didn’t do dogs. Especially the big, ill-tempered variety. Wouldn’t it be just peachy if I was mauled by a rabid animal?
With a sudden whimper, the surly canine ambled down the wide steps, his bushy black tail swinging like the pendulum in a Grandfather clock. Wagging was a good thing, right?
Pawpaw would’ve said a goose just walked on my grave.
Well, what had I expected? That the only thing left in my name, other than a car payment and a useless wardrobe, would prove to be a blessing instead of a curse?
Fingering away a trickle of sweat from my temple, I moved up the pathway, my sandals crunching in the weed-infested gravel. A low growl halted my progress, and I squinted in the waning light toward the wrap-around porch. Was that a dog hunched beneath the cock-eyed swing? I looked up toward heaven as if God was actually watching. “You’ve got a sense of humor, I’ll say that much for You.” Was it a stray, or did it belong to a neighbor? Either way, it didn’t make much difference. I didn’t do dogs. Especially the big, ill-tempered variety. Wouldn’t it be just peachy if I was mauled by a rabid animal?
With a sudden whimper, the surly canine ambled down the wide steps, his bushy black tail swinging like the pendulum in a Grandfather clock. Wagging was a good thing, right?
 Jennifer Sienes | Jennifer Sienes holds a bachelor’s in psychology and a master’s in education, but discovered life-experience is the best teacher. She loves Jesus, romance and writing—and puts it altogether in inspirational contemporary fiction. Her daughter’s TBI and brother’s suicide inspired two of her three novels. Although fiction writing is her real love, she’s had several non-fiction pieces published in anthologies including several in Chicken Soup for the Soul. She has two grown children and one very spoiled Maltese. California born and raised, she recently took a step of faith with her real-life hero and relocated to Tennessee. |
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Excerpt One: https://travelerswife4life.com/night-songs/
Excerpt Two: https://blossomsandblessings.blogspot.com/2022/03/night-songs-epic-book-launch-by.html
Excerpt Three: https://carolkeen.blogspot.com/2022/03/night-songs-by-jennifer-sienes-epic.html
Excerpt Four: https://storiesbygina.wordpress.com/2022/03/24/night-songs-epic-book-launch/
Excerpt Five: http://montanamade.weebly.com/tell-tale-book-reviews/celebrate-lit-epic-book-launch-night-songs-by-jennifer-sienes
Excerpt Six: https://nannie3.blogspot.com/2022/03/night-sobgs.html
Excerpt Seven: https://splashesofjoy.wordpress.com/2022/03/07/night-songs-by-jennifer-sienes-epic-book-launch/
Excerpt Two: https://blossomsandblessings.blogspot.com/2022/03/night-songs-epic-book-launch-by.html
Excerpt Three: https://carolkeen.blogspot.com/2022/03/night-songs-by-jennifer-sienes-epic.html
Excerpt Four: https://storiesbygina.wordpress.com/2022/03/24/night-songs-epic-book-launch/
Excerpt Five: http://montanamade.weebly.com/tell-tale-book-reviews/celebrate-lit-epic-book-launch-night-songs-by-jennifer-sienes
Excerpt Six: https://nannie3.blogspot.com/2022/03/night-sobgs.html
Excerpt Seven: https://splashesofjoy.wordpress.com/2022/03/07/night-songs-by-jennifer-sienes-epic-book-launch/
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