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When my father passed away, I assumed my grieving would be as simple as closing a book and starting another. Only he had other plans. Leaving me his beloved tattoo shop, I’m stuck to figure out what exactly to do with it, all while being constantly reminded of him.

This is not the updated - revamped version of Stevie. PLEASE know that going into this. Stevie is being rewritten in 2024 and re-recorded in 2025.

A friend needed a favor. I needed a safe place and job until I was ready to start over. I found myself on a ranch in Virginia with a stubborn old man for a patient. After what happened to me five years ago, I don’t trust easily, if at all. Women and old men on their deathbeds? Bee’s knees, no problem. Outside of that, my walls are up. They are high, made of steel, and I will defend them at all costs. I am here to do a job. Nothing more. Jackson Rowe sees through my walls, though, and I don’t like it. Until I do. But what he doesn’t know is I see through his, too.

Being a survivor of abuse, a single mom, and not fitting into society's version of attractive, I never thought I would hear those words, especially from someone who was my nemesis on my plant enthusiast message board. So when Jack Kettler, a man much older than I, took notice of me and treated me in a way I had only seen on tv, I couldn’t help but want to open myself up, just one more time.

I like simplicity, calmness, and I love routine. So you can imagine how much I disliked having to find a new place to live and a new roommate. River is cluttered, she is a tornado of personality, sarcasm, and nerdiness that makes my left eye twitch.

On the surface, I had perfected my disguise. I would stay home, take care of the house, and play the role of a doting wife. And although things weren’t perfect, I made them appear as if they were. I’d conceal the bruises, make up stories for the tears, and always keep the truth of what happened behind closed doors with my husband to myself.