You can now find ALL of my books, including Love Story and Pay It Forward, at Lizzy Lu Custom Wreaths in New Haven, Mo. AND they’re all signed! New Haven, Detmold, Berger, Hermann and Washington are all inspirations for most of the settings in my novels. So, if you’re in the area, make your way downtown to the place my very first story began! And while you’re there, check out the store and snag some other really cool local finds you can only get in New Haven, Mo.! ♥ Laura
River and Brooke's story has a new look! Find it on Amazon!
Back cover summary:
They say in every guy’s life there’s a girl he’ll never forget and a summer where it all began. Well, for me, 1999 is that summer, and Brooke Sommerfield is that girl. But that was nearly nine years ago. And what they don’t tell you is that you’ll blink, and both the summer and the girl will be gone.
I have no idea where Brooke ended up. She disappeared that same summer I met her. And kind of like when you move something on a wall after it’s been there for a long time and everything around it is faded, that’s how I feel about Brooke. She wasn’t there very long, but when she left, everything around her memory sort of dimmed. That is until a letter postmarked the year she disappeared mysteriously resurfaces. And call me crazy—everyone else has—but I have to find her. I have to know what became of the green-and-gray-eyed girl who stole my last perfect summer. I have to know if she believes in second chances—because I do—even if they do come with goodbyes.
"PERFECTION. A CLASSIC, ALL-AMERICAN, ENCHANTING LOVE STORY."
-Southern Belle Book Blog
"RIVER IS SWOON-WORTHY." -Seeking Book Boyfriends
"IMPOSSIBLE TO PUT DOWN." -A Soccer Mom's Book Blog
Have you read all eight of my novels?! They all take place in small towns and involve characters that will probably remind you of the people you know or used to know! If you haven't read any OR all of them, I've put together a cheat sheet below to help you choose where to begin! They're in order of how I wrote them, starting in 2012, but you can read them in ANY order. And the best part, they're suitable for all ages! But if you get to the end, and you're still not quite sure where to start, I recommend The Life We Almost Had! Find them all on Amazon! Happy reading! ♥ Laura
"One of the most beautiful love stories I have ever read." -Jelena's Book Blog
"I have never met a more swoon-worthy character than Will Stephens."
For All You Have Left
"It takes you back to the innocence and joy of falling in love." -She Reads New Adult
By Way of Accident
"A classic, all-American, enchanting love story." -Southern Belle Book Blog
When Cicadas Cry
"Miller brings the small-town rumor mill to life." -Kathy Reads Fiction
A Bird on a Windowsill
"Captures the true essence of friendship and falling in love."
The Life We Almost Had
"The book that feeds my need for the perfect romance." -The Bookie Rookie
"Heart-breakingly beautiful." -Jenn and Books
"This one took a turn I didn't see coming." -Cyndy, Goodreads
Find them all on Amazon!
I love letters! My grandma saved the letters Grandpa wrote to her. One from 1950 says: “I hope we’re together this time next year ‘cause I love you so much, and I just keep thinking of you all the time.” They married nearly two years later and were together for 54 years. Every letter talks about “waiting on Sunday.” That’s the day Grandpa would meet Grandma at her parents’ home for supper. In another letter, Grandpa talks about how “awful bashful” he was when meeting Grandma’s parents for the first time. ☺️❤️
P.S. This is the same grandpa that inspired River's grandpa in By Way of Accident!
Sometimes photos or events or certain people inspire my characters. And if you've read By Way of Accident, you've read about River's grandpa. In some ways, his grandpa reminds me of mine. So, this post today is a little story about the guy I called Grandpa and the man who helped to bring to life River Asher.
My grandpa was a raccoon-trapping, frog-leg-eating, small-town Missouri farmer–the type who had worked in the fields since he was eight, served his country in World War II and was a member of the local Veterans of Foreign Wars most of his life. He was painfully quiet, but when he did find some words he felt worthy of sharing, you could sometimes catch him talking about his time in World War II. He was drafted near the end of the war in 1944. He had received a postponement of induction from the United States government that allowed him to finish his harvest before reporting to duty. And it was on a cool, sunny afternoon in December when he reported to boot camp at Camp Wolters, just four miles northeast of Mineral Wells, Texas.
Upon arriving, he was shuffled into a line full of young men, mostly in their late teens and early twenties. He was twenty-one at the time. All the men were waiting to give their names and birth dates and other pieces of information to a man holding a wooden clipboard and a fountain pen at the front of the line.
“Name and birth date,” the thin, blond-haired man said in a monotone, gruff voice as my grandpa reached the man’s fold-up chair.
Grandpa stated his name and birth date and waited as the man scribbled it onto a little white card attached to the clipboard.
“Nationality,” the man echoed back when he was done scribbling.
Nationality? Grandpa said he stood there and thought about it for a moment. He was suddenly a little rattled. It had been generations ago, but his family had originally come to the United States from Germany. He even spoke the language. But not only had he never been asked that question before, he was also quite clear on whom the enemy was, and he was even more certain that his light brown hair and bright, blue eyes matched its description pretty closely.
“I don’t know,” Grandpa eventually said. The words came out timidly as he shrugged his shoulders. He was an American. He prayed this man would see this. After all, this state they called Texas might as well have been a foreign country. It was by far the farthest my grandfather had ever traveled from his bed in rural Missouri.
The man looked up from his clipboard for the first time. He eyed my grandpa up and down once, settled on his eyes and then silently returned his attention back to the clipboard. He then checked a couple boxes and handed the card to Grandpa.
“Give this to the man in the next line,” the thin, blond-haired man said, gesturing him onward.
Curious to know what the thin man had checked, Grandpa glanced down inconspicuously at the white card now in his tanned, callused farm hand. His eyes jumped over his name and birth date scribbled in the pen’s black ink, then quickly caught the word nationality and slowly read what was followed by a single black check mark: American Indian.
Well, German American or American Indian, he was just Grandpa to my two sisters and me. He called the same place home his entire life. He wore overalls or coveralls...and on most days, an old, leather cap. And this is just one of the many memories he left us.
Grandpa passed away a month before his 83rd birthday not too long ago. But today, he still inspires me. And I think you might even be able to see a little of him in River's grandpa too.
Love these By Way of Accident images made by Books to Breathe!
And THANK YOU to all those who read, reviewed, shared, liked, tweeted and commented yesterday! You helped make the release day a great day! Thank you for your support! ♥
Also, for all those who picked up a copy of River and Brooke's story, I hope you enjoy! For those who haven't had a chance yet, you can find it here!
New York Times best-selling author Colleen Hoover is giving away a copy of By Way of Accident!
Head on over to Colleen Hoover's Instagram page and like the By Way of Accident pic to be entered for your chance to win a signed paperback copy! ➜http://instagram.com/p/uHe06Xy2yR/
To all those who enter, good luck. And I hope you enjoy River and Brooke's story! It's one near and dear to my heart!
Just 7 more days until the release!!!
I write about rain on tin roofs, gravel roads, old trucks with holes in the floorboards and small-town summer nights. I grew up on a farm in a little Midwestern town. Now, I live in Kansas City, Mo., with my weatherman husband.
Laura Miller's first
contemporary romance novel, Butterfly Weeds, hit the Amazon Best-Seller's List and Top 100 in October 2012. The sequel to Butterfly Weeds, My Butterfly, released in June 2013. For All You Have Left, By Way of Accident, When Cicadas Cry and A Bird on a Windowsill followed. The Life We Almost Had debuted as a best-seller in 2018. Laura's latest small-town romance, The Dream, released in 2019 and is an Amazon #1 Best-seller. Also check out her book of poetry, entitled Love Story, and her children's book, Pay It Forward, available now!