We’re so excited because one year ago today, we published Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella. So many readers have loved it and we’re still amazed we wrote it in two weeks.
In honor of this book birthday, we’re sharing one of our favorite scenes. Let us give you some background. Jack and Sally are working hard together trying to turn the Rayton Farm profitable by transforming it into an IPA brewery. Sally’s boyfriend has returned to the city but Trevor is always on her mind.
On the day they’re supposed to meet with a local farmer who agreed to trade his hops, Jack is nowhere to be seen. Sally asks the farmer and he confides that Jack is “sleeping off his drinking binge” in the town’s drunk tank. How strange, thinks Sally. It’s so unlike Jack yet she has no idea she’s the reason behind Jack’s odd behavior. She’s in for an earful, not to mention an olfactory assault. Hee hee hee. Enjoy!
Don’t forget Planting the Seeds of Love is FREE on Kindle Unlimited and only $2.99 USD at Amazon Worldwide.
Title: Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella
Author: N. N. Light
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.
Twenty-Two year old Sally Rayton returns to the family farm she deserted four years ago to bury her grandfather. Her plan: to settle her grandfather’s estate and return to her life in the city with her boyfriend, Trevor Mattson.
Her childhood friend, Jack Smith, has other ideas.
Jack convinces Sally to transform the farm into a brewery and fulfill her grandfather’s dream while keeping the Rayton Farm in the family. Sally works side-by-side with Jack while Trevor is hundreds of miles away in the city. The more time she spends with Jack, the stronger her feelings are for him.
When Trevor shows up to propose to Sally right before Christmas and finds her in Jack’s embrace, she must make the biggest choice of her life: true love.
“Jack, you’ve got a visitor,” the cop bellowed.
A moan came from the cell and Sally snickered. He looked like five miles of bad road. His dark hair matted to his head, his clothes were dirty and there were rips in his shirt. His face ashen, his eyes blank, he paled at the sight of her.
“You just let me know if he gives you any trouble, Miss Sally.” The cop laughed and left them alone.
She nodded and took a step forward.
Jack made a move to sit upright, clutching his head like a bowling ball.
“So, this is your new place?” She curled a finger around a cell bar. “It’s nice; a little sparse, but nice.”
“Don’t you have something better to do than to gloat?” he whispered hoarsely.
“I didn’t come here to gloat.”
He peeked around his fingers at her in disbelief.
“No. I came here to find out why my partner wasn’t where he promised he would be.”
His eyes slid closed.
“Shit, the hops.” He groaned and lay back down on the cot.
“Yes.” She looked at him hard. “How can I depend on you if you go out all night and get into fights with…” she trailed off.
Silence echoed off the walls. Sally waited.
“I’m sorry,” he croaked. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“That’s right, you weren’t thinking,” she agreed. “How can we be partners if you’re not willing to be there for important farm business?”
Jack stood, looking like a seasick sailor, and walked to the cell bars. His skin had a definite green tinge and she was sure he was forcing himself not to retch. He hooked his pinky finger around hers.
“Remember our pinky swear when we were kids?” His eyes searched hers.
Sally nodded. She held her breath as he stunk of beer and garbage.
“I pinky swear from this moment on I, Jack Smith, will never get drunk and get into stupid fights. I pinky swear to never let you down again.”
“Oh Jack, you can’t expect me to uphold that oath. You’re only human; you’re bound to disappoint me.”
Jack swore under his breath. He leaned his forehead against the bars.
“I’m an ass. I don’t know why you put up with me.”
Sally took pity on him. With her other hand, she reached out to touch his hair. She smoothed a strand of hair off his forehead. His eyes pleaded with hers to forgive him.
“Oh Jack, you’re my best friend. No matter what, you know I love you.” Her fingers drew a line from his forehead to his chin. She heard him suck in his breath.
Jack took a step back letting go of her pinky. He crossed his arms; his eyes glittered angrily.
“You love me?” He snorted. “Like hell you do. You don’t even know I exist.”
Sally’s nostrils flared. Taking a step back, she crossed her arms.
“That’s a fine thing to say to me after all we’ve been through.” She turned to leave. “Maybe Trevor’s right…”
“What?” Jack sat down on the cot, not looking at her. “What did Trevor tell you?”
“Trevor has a buyer for the farm. It’s a friend of his father’s and he loves the idea of a brewery out here in the country. He wants to add a restaurant and make it some sort of oasis for city folk.” She ran her fingers through her blonde hair.
“A buyer?” He put his head in his hands and sighed. “It’s too fast.”
“What are you talking about?” She looked down at her watch, wishing she hadn’t come. Her sister was right; men were nothing but trouble.
“Look, I know I’ve messed things up.” He stood and walked towards her. “But you’ve got to give the farm and me a second chance.” He extended his hand through the bars.
Sally’s emotions shook her body. Guilt, love, pain, regret, anger and hope battled for supremacy in her heart. She eyed his outstretched hand warily. Could she trust him? Could he be depended upon?
“Why should I give you another chance, Jack?” She let her arms fall to her sides. A force not her own pulled her body closer to his. She whispered, “You hurt me.” Tears welled up but she didn’t care.
He reached up and wiped her tears away.
“Oh Sally,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.
Her lower lip quivered.
“I’m so sorry. I’m a first-class jerk.” He cupped her face with his hands. “Please don’t cry.”
Sally closed her eyes. She felt like a tiny dingy in the middle of the ocean, battered and torn in pieces. She leaned her head against the bars.
“Your opinion matters most, it always has. When you say things like you just did, it tears me apart.” She lifted her head. “I need you, Jack. I can’t do this without you.”
Jack exhaled slowly.
“That wasn’t me; it was my jealousy rearing its ugly head.”
“What do you mean? What do you have to be jealous of?” Her brows furrowed, she thought hard.
“I’m jealous of how happy you seem to be with Trevor,” he replied.
“Oh Jack, I’m relieved to hear you say that. I was worried it was something else.”
His expression turned serious.
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