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All of You coming Soon.jpgCheck out the first chapter of my new rural romance novel All of You which will be released 19th September 2019. I would love to hear what you think!!!

All of You

The Holbrook Series Book Two

 

Jasmine Stevens

 

Copyright 2019 Jasmine Stevens

All Rights Reserved

 

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organisations or places is entirely coincidental.

All rights are reserved.  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the express written permission of the author. All songs, song titles, and lyrics contained in this book are the property of the respective songwriters and copyright holders.

Chapter 1

In the blink of an eye, Emma’s entire world changed. One single moment in time when the unthinkable happened. One tiny portion of her life where things could have—should have—transpired differently. In the darkness that descended over her, that threatened to swallow her into its dark abyss, she realised she had made a terrible and fatal mistake, one that would change her life forever.

Lying on her belly, Emma groaned as excruciating pain made her head spin. There was the metallic taste of blood in her mouth, and she tried to swallow, but her throat was parched. Something cold and wet saturated the front and back of her shirt. Was blood causing the fabric to stick to her skin like glue?

She tried lifting her head. She could barely shift it off the hard surface of the wooden floorboards before it collapsed back down with a thud as the pain gripping her body made her scream an agonising cry echoing in her ears. Grinding her teeth, a wave of nausea swam up from her stomach, filling her mouth with saliva.

Her voice was hoarse, and barely audible when she spoke, ‘Help. Please help me…’ She paused when she heard a noise.

Concentrating hard, trying to focus on the noise and its origin, she slowly turned her head towards the distant sound. Emma squinted, fixing her eyes on a blurred image. Through the fog of her pain, she registered a baby’s cries intensifying. She’d forgotten the baby. How? Needing to get to the infant fast, her mind swirled with the question of whether she could even move to get to the baby.

Taking in a big, shuddering gulp of air, she tried to lift herself. Her left arm was useless. She willed it to move, but it remained limp. Come on, Emma, you can do this, now is not the time to be weak. With her right arm, she braced herself and pushed up until her upper body was off the ground. She screamed out as pain ripped through her body. Dizziness threatened to send her into unconsciousness, but she pushed it aside. With the little strength she had in her, she commando crawled using her right forearm to drag her body across the floor towards the baby’s screams. Her breaths came in short, fast pants as she tried not to succumb to the dizziness. Passing out wasn’t an option. The baby needed her protection.

As she finally reached the tiny infant with the flailing arms and legs, who laid unprotected on the floor, she managed to assess the baby’s condition. The baby’s face was beetroot red, its body covered in blood. Emma dragged in a deep breath and fought against the wave of nausea which swam up from her stomach. It took all of Emma’s determination and strength to pat over the baby’s body, trying to find the source of the blood. Not entirely certain, she didn’t think the screaming ball of pink lying next to her was injured. Whose blood was smeared all over the baby, then?

Emma rolled onto her back and moved the baby as best she could into the crook of her arm. ‘Shh, it’s going to be alright. You’re going to be okay.’ The effort to speak sapped her energy. She could feel the darkness dragging her relentlessly under. Her heartbeat, slowed, pulsing in her temples, slower and slower. She tried to focus on the baby. Everything blurred like a camera refusing to autofocus. The baby was alive, maybe Jackson was alive too.

Emma groaned as she twisted her head over to where she had last seen Jackson. His body remained still. ‘Jacko, Jacko. Can you hear me?’ Her voice was raspy, barely a whisper. The silence was deafening. Maybe he’d passed out from the pain? Yes, that’s it. He’s going to be okay. ‘Jacko, wake up,’ she rasped. Still nothing.

Sirens screamed in the background, their intensity increasing as they neared, competing against the baby’s cries. Car doors slammed. Feet pounded wooden floorboards, and still, the baby cried. Emma’s ears pulsed with the sound of her own short, gasping breaths in complete contrast to the lack of sound and movement coming from Jackson. Wake up, Jacko, please? Don’t be dead. Don’t you die on me, you hear me? You have to live. Stay alive, please. Hot tears burned a path down her face and ran into her ears as she looked at the ceiling, wishing she’d wake from this nightmare. Please wake up.

She wanted to close her eyes. They felt so heavy. So heavy. She forced them to stay open through sheer will. She had to protect the baby. Voices echoed in her ears now, and she tried to focus on a face looking down at her. Someone, a woman, telling her she was going to be okay. Someone, taking the baby out of the crook of her arm. The voice was soothing like waves lapping against the hull of a boat on a calm day at the lake.

She recognised the soothing voice and knew the baby and her would be safe. She didn’t feel okay, though. Was this what it felt like to die? Her eyelids felt like lead, pulling the delicate skin down, drawing them to close. Finally, there was darkness. The baby’s cries had stopped. Her raspy breaths were becoming fewer and farther between.

‘He’s gone.’ Voices became distant, but hands, hands seemed to be everywhere on her. Someone far away was telling her to open her eyes.

A heartbeat later and there was that irritating voice telling her to open her eyes again. No, she wanted to scream. No, she wouldn’t open her eyes. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, ‘Let me sleep. Please… let me die.’

She had made one deadly mistake.

It had cost lives.

She deserved to die.

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February 2019
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October 2018

I am very excited to reveal the cover of my debut novel Waiting For You.

Waiting for You by Jasmine Stevens

Title: Waiting For You
Author: Jasmine Stevens
Genre: Australian Rural Romance
Release Date: TBA 2019

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Eighteen years ago Charlotte Denver left the quaint country town of Holbrook, after a tragic accident. Now, she’s back in town to renovate her old family home, which will feature in the magazine where she is a journalist. Making the run down house sellable, will allow Charlotte to sever all ties with her tragic past and finally move forward with her life. That is, until the one person that she’d spent all these years trying to forget about is contracted by her magazines editor to help her complete the job.

Will Beckett is no longer the twelve year old kid who used to play practical jokes on her, tease her and make her belly laugh. Now he is a ruggedly handsome, sweet talking, successful builder. Despite Will’s wholesome country charm and sexy smile, that makes Charlotte’s heart skip a beat, she is determined to concentrate on the job at hand and protect her heart at all costs.

Will never thought he would see his best friend again, but now she’s back, as stubborn and strong willed as ever. Her return reminds him all over again of everything she lost because of him, and he desperately wants her forgiveness. As they reacquaint with each other Will becomes just as determined to reunite their friendship as he is set to win her heart.

Can Will break through Charlotte’s wall of defence or will his heart be broken again?

‘How could she explain to him that the guilt consumed her every breath that it stole her life, her happiness and any love she had. She felt like screaming at the injustice of the world at times, but nothing came out…. anger always seemed to drive itself with force into her core and it was gradually destroying her spirit, her essence and the girl she once was.’ Charlotte

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“You will deny yourself happiness, love and a family, all to protect your own heart, but let me

let you in on a little secret. Your heart is already broken into tiny, little, pieces.” Will

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About the Author:

Jasmine Stevens is a Romance Author based in the beautiful city of Newcastle. Within a short drive she can enjoy the tranquillity of the country, or the relaxation of the coast. The natural beauty of her surroundings influences her when writing her Rural Fiction. Her lead female characters are strong, independent women, whom she hopes inspire her readers.

When Jasmine is not writing or cheering on her two children from the sidelines of soccer and netball, she loves eating out with her husband and going to the movies. She also enjoys spending a lot of time reading.

Author Links:

Website: https://authorjasminestevens.com/

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August 2018

I’m very excited to be attending my first ever Romance Writers Australia Conference in Sydney on the 18th and 19th August.   This event will have many of my favourite Australian authors and I’m looking forward to meeting and chatting with them – finding out about their journey to becoming an author, and all the ups and downs that being an author entails.

I anticipate that I will also learn so much about the craft of writing over the two days that I attend conference. Being an introvert I’m very nervous, no let me retract that statement- I’m absolutely terrified!!!!  There are many other newbies (as we call ourselves) attending conference this year for the first time and I believe many of them are feeling a little anxious at the prospect of walking into a room not knowing anybody. But we could not be in safer hands. The team at RWA is very supportive and encouraging and I predict that my first conference will be a positive and welcoming experience.