Happy release day to Tracy Krimmer! The second book in her All That women’s fiction series, ALL THAT DOESN’T, is available today!
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All That Doesn't by Tracy Krimmer
Series: All That #2
Published by Tracy Krimmer on August 20, 2018
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction
After a devastating end to her marriage, Dory Walker has rebuilt her life in her hometown of Sycamore Bay. She’s left her music career behind and is only looking forward to her future with her rekindled love, Harris Malone.
Single dad Harris is doing his best to guide his young daughter and take the reins of his soon to be retired dad’s hardware store. With Dory by his side, he can do anything.
But just when Dory thought she had it all, a surprise visitor turns her world upside down with a revelation that threatens to tear her family apart. She turns to Harris for help, but he’s caught up trying to save his relationship with his daughter. Can the bond between Dory and Harris survive these turbulent times?
She had some nerve calling me a liar. This woman was a stranger, and she had no insight into my life or my grandmother. What made her think she could walk in off the street and make such a proclamation? Only one thing came to mind. “Are you looking for money?”
“I don’t have any if that’s what you want.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Sure, she did. She was probably an ex-fan who thought she’d had this elaborate scheme to blackmail me for money. Well, the joke was on her since Dylan took everything I had. Now I brought home a respectable and realistic paycheck. I saved my money—and did an awesome job of it—and maintained a budget. I lived a normal life, and I finally loved it.
“If you haven’t been following the news, I don’t sing anymore, and I can’t give you anything.”
Chandra nodded, grasping the point I was making. “Oh. Yeah, I’m aware of who you are. I swear that’s not why I’m here, though.” She stood from the chair and buttoned up her jacket. With a swing of her head to the right, her hair flung behind her back. “Don’t brush me off. I came to you first, hoping you could prepare Stella. I plan on coming to the house the day after tomorrow.” I prevented myself from gripping the scissors when she approached me, reaching past me for a pen and a sheet of paper. “Here’s where I’m staying, and here’s my cell number. Call or text if you want to talk. Otherwise, I’ll see you in two days.” She slid the paper next to me, and I didn’t move.
I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything at all. I stood at the counter until she unlocked the door and left.
I somehow knew that wasn’t the last I’d seen of her.