An ordinary beginning, something that would have been forgotten had it been anyone but her. But as he shook her hand and met those striking emerald eyes, he knew before he'd taken his next breath that she was the one he could spend the rest of his life looking for but never find again. She seemed that good, that perfect, while a summer wind blew through the trees.

A good man is hard to find," she said wistfully. "Not everyone is as lucky as you are.

Unless you had a popular video on YouTube or could perform shows in front of thousands, musical ability meant nothing.

Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can't believe that ours didn't go on forever.

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

I'm writing a new love story, set in eastern North Carolina. Surprise, surprise, huh?

I consider myself foremost a novelist with the intent of crafting stories that people will remember.