RELEASE BLITZ WITH EXCERPT: Rally by Devney Perry
RALLY, an accidental pregnancy, small-town sports romance from Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author, Devney Perry is available now!
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Pregnant. Homeless. Broke. Not what I’d expected for my senior year in college. Neither was Rush Ramsey…
An accidental pregnancy, small town, sports romance from Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author, Devney Perry.
Pregnant. Homeless. Broke. Not what I’d expected for my senior year in college. Neither was Rush Ramsey.
We met the day I went camping and got stranded on the side of a gravel road. I didn’t believe in white knights who freed damsels in distress. Life had taught me that if something bad could happen, it probably would. The only person who would save me was me.
But Rush Ramsey rescued me that day. He was sweet and kind and charming. He made a dark, starry night a little less lonely.
I should have realized it was too good to be true. That an incredible night of passion would come with consequences. That the bad luck rollercoaster I’d been riding for twenty-one years wasn’t ready to stop.
Because Rush Ramsey, Treasure State University’s most eligible bachelor and quarterback extraordinaire, just got me pregnant.
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“…a deeply emotional love story built on relatable struggles, unexpected love and second chances…” ~Danielle, Red Cheeks Reads
EXCERPT:
Rush
From beyond the thicket of tree trunks that bordered the lane, an old two-tone Explorer emerged, bouncing and swaying as it avoided one pothole just to hit another.
Faye. She hadn’t left after all.
It shouldn’t have made me smile. But it did.
She parked beside my truck, shut off her car and hopped out, hesitating before she slammed the driver’s side door closed, like maybe she wasn’t so sure about coming here yet.
“Hey.”
Faye jumped at the sound of my voice, her eyes whipping to where I stood beside the camper. Her hair was in the same messy knot it had been earlier, though more of the strands had slipped free. She brushed a lock behind an ear. “H-hi.”
“I almost didn’t recognize you without your bear spray.”
The corner of her mouth turned up. She twisted, turning sideways, to reveal the can tucked into the waistband of her jeans.
“There it is.” I chuckled. “Figured you’d be halfway home by now.”
“I was, actually. I drove all the way to the highway before I turned around.”
So she’d been driving on this shitty road for hours. I swallowed a comment about her tires. It would only send her away. “Why?”
“I forgot to say thank you.”
“You came all the way back here to say thanks.”
“Well, yeah. I was rude.” She shrugged. “Thank you, Rush Ramsey. I appreciate your help with my tire.”
“You’re welcome, Faye Gannon.”
She looked around the area as she rocked from her toes to her heels. Back and forth a couple times, like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to take a step forward or backward. “I’ll, um, let you get back to camping. Thanks again.”
“Wait.” I jerked my chin toward my chair and the fire. “Want to stick around?”
“Uh . . . that’s okay. I need to find a camping spot.”
“You’re staying?”
She nodded. “I think so.”
Good for her. She hadn’t let the flat ruin her plans. “Way to rally.”
“Thanks. Anyway, I’d better go.”
“Just to warn you, the best spots beside the lake are probably already taken since it’s Saturday. Most campers come up midweek to claim the good sites. You’re welcome to stick around. Set up your tent over there.” I pointed to a clearing between two large fir trees on the opposite side of my site. “That’s where I always set up my tent when I was a teenager.”
“Oh, that’s okay.”
I held up both hands. “If you’re set on finding your own place, I get it. But if my mother was here, she’d kick my ass for not offering. She wouldn’t like the idea of you being out here alone.”
“I’m not actually excited about it either.” Faye worried her bottom lip between her teeth, her gaze darting from me to the camper to me to the fire to me to the chair.
Was it me? She had to know she’d be safer here than in some isolated corner of the woods, right? Or was she seconds away from taking out that bear spray?
“What’s it going to take to convince you that I’m not a bad guy? I’m just trying to do the right thing.”
Her shoulders sagged as she exhaled. “I finished a book the other day where the villain kidnapped a woman and plucked out her fingernails but gave her a pedicure because he had a foot fetish.”
What the fuck? What the hell kind of book was that? “I don’t have a foot fetish.”
Faye let out a dry laugh. “I’m a bit paranoid today. Or every day.”
“Understandable. Though I think maybe your reading material isn’t doing you any favors.”
“Probably not.” She sighed, then took a step forward, followed by another. Both were slow but it was forward progress.
“How about a hot dog?” I asked. “I was just going to make a couple. I’m hungry.”
“Oh, I’ve got my own snacks.”
“Or you can save them for the drive home and eat a hot dog. I even brought relish.” Before she could tell me no, I snagged another chair that was collapsed beside the camper’s door. I shook it out as I walked to the fire, setting it down. Then I smacked the Wildcats logo printed on its back. “Have a seat.”
Faye stared at the royal-blue canvas, unmoving.
“It’s just a hot dog, Faye.”
She thought about it for a moment, then walked to the chair and lowered herself into the seat, testing it out. Except before her spine touched the back, she stood again, reaching behind her.
Out came the bear spray.
Faye studied the silver can for a moment, and I was sure she’d leave it on her lap. But when she sat back down, this time all the way, she put the can on the ground beside her feet. “I don’t like relish.”
I grinned. “More for me.”
About Devney Perry:
Devney Perry is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author of over forty romance novels. After working in the technology industry for a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to pursue her passion for writing. She was born and raised in Montana and now lives in Washington with her husband and two sons.
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