Title: Not The
One
Author: Amy Daws
Release Date: Dec
8, 2015
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~Not The One is a full length
standalone adult romance~
My name is Reyna
Miracle.
Even though a part of my name
is Miracle, there’s nothing miraculous about
me.
My
body portrays the tales of my
life.
Every feeling, every
heartbreak, every emotion.
Marked. Inked.
Stained.
A
walking canvas of my messed up
truth.
But there’s one
confession I can’t put in a
tattoo.
A confession that will kill me
to tell, but my best friend died before I had the chance.
Now I’m left with
him.
The only one who can hold me in
the night and squeeze that spot on my neck that feels like my lifeline between
sanity and chaos.
But we don’t work
together.
We’re absolute poison
for each other.
We’re a stifling,
suffocating, sickness of darkness.
But I feel safe...because
I’ve made an art of pushing people away.
Now he’s pushing
back…
And making me
believe...
Making me
wonder...
Maybe, just
maybe...
I could be the
one.
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“Christ, I hardly
recognized you,” he seethes, the angry bulge in his jaw bone ticking
violently. He grabs my arm firmly and pulls me off the concrete steps and into
a covered archway away from all the other happy students. “What the
fuck, Rey?”
“What are you talking
about?” I ask in utter
confusion.
He reaches beneath my chin,
grabs the zipper and yanks it down harshly. I shove his hands away as my robe
is yanked open.
“Fuck, Rey!
You’re skin and bones!” Liam’s face is tortured
and sickly. Dark circles reside under his eyes but he still looks gorgeous as
ever.
“Don’t
be ridiculous.” Grabbing the edges of my robe, I cover myself back
up, protectively. I’m wearing a short blue shift dress that used to
hug every one of my curves but now hangs on me like a potato sack. I know
I’ve lost some weight since Marisa but I’m not about to let
him scold me like a child over it. “I’m a
twenty-five-year-old adult, Liam. I don’t need you chastising me over
this.”
“Rey,” he
says my name on a sigh. “How can you expect me to ignore
this?” His eyes are pleading and pained as they flash between my eyes
and my mouth in utter agony.
“I’m not
your concern!” I push back my dark hair and squeeze the back of my
neck to try to gain some of my control
back.
“You made that
perfectly clear when you shoved me out of your dorm room. Fuck. How did we get
this so utterly
wrong?”
“Just leave it,
Liam.”
“No.” He
grabs my shoulders and turns me to face him. “Don’t you
miss me? At all? I miss you like crazy. I feel like I’m mourning two
deaths instead of one. It’s like you died on me two weeks ago. And
now I see you today and it makes me sick to my stomach that I’ve left
you the way I did!” His eyes are shimmering with tears and pain, only
adding to the self-loathing I’ve developed the past fourteen
days.
My
eyes are dead and cold, my voice flat and unaffected. “I told you I
wanted nothing to do with you, Liam. I meant
it.”
“You’re
lying to me. Again!” he roars, angrily punching the concrete wall
beside my head.
Q:
Readers are calling Not The One a “painfully beautiful love
story.” Why is that? What was the writing process like?
A: Writing this book was
terrifying. I’ve never been so far outside my comfort zone with any
other book. This storyline literally terrified me and I got pretty depressed
during the process. It was crazy hard, but crazy cathartic. It feels good to
sink into those dark corners sometimes. It makes finding the light that much
more magical.
Q: What
inspired this story?
A: Well, Reyna was a character
in my London Lovers Series that I couldn’t get out of my head. I had
an idea for an interesting backstory for her…a mother/daughter
dynamic that I’d never read before but could relate to because of
some of my own personal struggles. I needed to know more about her, so I wrote
it.
Q: But
this book isn’t a London Lovers Series novel,
correct?
A: Correct. I’m
calling it a spinoff. A cross-pollination so to speak. There are characters
from my London Lovers, but it reads best as a total
standalone.
Q: Who
the heck is Frank? And how did you create him?
A: LOL! Ohhh, Frank and Beans.
He is my London Lovers secondary standout. He’s a fantastical
redheaded gay Brit that everyone needs in their life. Magically, he fit into
Not The One like it was meant to be. Frank is the comedic
lightness that this story needed, but he’s so much more.
He’s special.
Q: Will
he get a story?
A: He is my most requested
story.
That’s
not an answer.
LOL…Let
me be “frank” when I tell you…it is a distinct
possibility. ;)
Q: Who
designed your cover? It’s stunning!
A: I’m so glad you
like it because I did! LOL. My sister in law took the photos. We do all of my
covers together. We both come armed with cameras and click away until our
models can’t take anymore. But I always end up using my
sister-in-laws pictures for the cover. I just like to see through the lens instead
of my eyes. But I do all my own layout and designing in
Photoshop.
Q:
And the cover models?
A:
All of my covers have just normal people. I never shoot models. The cover
models on Not The One are just a couple of local
hairdressers that my sister-in-law knew! It’s funny…I had
met the girl a couple of times and talked with her briefly about her incredible
ink and through the writing process, her tattoos fit my story perfectly. It was
kind of chilling.
Q: So
what’s next for
you?
A: I’m pretty sure
I’ll be continuing on this London path for a couple more stories.
Without revealing any spoilers, I’m really hoping readers will be
interested in one of the characters’ HEA. I’d love to write
his story next. And then…finally, Frank and Beans.
:)
Amy
Daws is a commercial producer and lives in South Dakota with her husband and
daughter. The long-awaited birth of Lorelei is what inspired her passion for
writing. Amy is a lover of all things British and her award-nominated romantic
comedy series, The London Lovers Series, is centered around Americans in
London. It's emotional and self-deprecating with lots of humor
sprinkled in. On most nights, you can find Amy and her family dancing to
Strawberry Shortcake’s theme song or stuffing themselves inside
children’s-sized playhouses because there is nothing they
wouldn’t do for their little
miracle.
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