Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Rebrand & Cover Reveal ~ Little Lullaby and Lightning Strikes Series by Jodie Larson

Check out Jodie Larson’s brand new covers for her Lightning Strikes Series and the reveal of Little Lullaby coming on Sept. 12th! 

Fame, fortune, and glory.
That’s the ultimate goal for any aspiring musician. Pay your dues to make your mark on the world. Get the contract, play the biggest stages. Be recognized for your talent.
For the Lightning Strikes, it was the dream.
Four best friends, a band of brothers, playing together since childhood. It didn’t matter where, whether it was garages, small bars, or even opening acts for bigger bands. All that mattered was the music. Nothing would stop them from getting everything they want.
What happens when love starts to find its way into the band? Is their goal still the same when four women enter their lives? From broken hearts to forbidden love, the guys fight to keep everything they have while wanting a new dream at the same time. Something they never saw coming.
Each has their own story to tell. One thing is for certain, the band will never be the same.
Serenading the Shadows:
Notes of the Past:
Forbidden Lyrics:

My closest friends are all in family mode. It’s like someone put a constant alarm on their biological clocks that won't stop ringing until an army of kids surrounds us all. Being the wives of rock stars, dealing with the spotlight, tours, and balancing time with their husbands, they have a lot on their plates. My only concern is when Gabe will be home from managing the bar.
Everyone keeps asking when we’re going to start trying. Our family. Our friends. At least my husband hasn’t joined in, but I see the look in his eyes every time someone says they’re pregnant.
He wants to start but I’m content on just practicing until the time is right.
Unfortunately, nothing ever works out the way you plan.
Two little lines. One scary adventure.
At least I won’t be alone.
After all, misery loves company.


Little Lullaby (Goodreads):


How could this happen? I’ve always been religious about taking my pill. And I haven’t taken any antibiotics or anything that I know counteracts it.

Shit, how could this happen?

I make a beeline straight to the tests, grabbing several different brands. I have no idea which one is the best or which is more accurate. Though if I’m as off as I think I am, it really won’t matter about early detection or getting the results five days sooner than the rest.

The cashier – a young girl who doesn’t even try to hide her smirk – hands me the bag filled with my fate and wishes me luck. More like a miracle.

The river of denial I’m swimming through grows as I drive home. Maybe my nausea is from food poisoning and I just keep eating the same thing to make me sick. Or maybe my brown pills were actually filled with the active hormones rather than the placebo, forcing my body into skipping my period. Or maybe…maybe…

Maybe I really am pregnant.

I park the car in the garage and shut it off, staring at the wall while keeping my grip on the steering wheel. My whole body feels numb.

I’m not ready for this. I figured we’d be a few more years away from this moment. I’d honestly been ignoring my biological clock, knowing it’s been ticking louder and louder, warning me that time is almost up.

Blowing out a calming breath, I grab the bag and exit the car, doing my best to sneak past Gabe, who’s doing the dishes.

“Babe?” He looks over his shoulder and I turn to the side to hide the bag.

“Just gonna head into the bathroom for a sec. You know, put this stuff to use.”

He smirks and walks over to kiss my forehead. “Okay. I saved you some bacon and potatoes. Do you want any eggs?”

Bile rises in my throat and I shake my head, wishing it away. “No, thanks. I’m just going to take care of business first.”

With a nod, he goes back to the dishes and I dash to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. Boxes tumble to the counter and I grab one, ripping it open while reading the instructions. I open another box and take all four sticks with me to the toilet. Somehow, I muster enough pee to take all four tests. Probably from nerves.

I place the capped tests on the counter and sit on the closed lid of the toilet, waiting for my fate. They all say it takes a couple of minutes to get an answer, but within thirty seconds, two of the tests say pregnant while the other two have bright pink plus signs.

Two minutes my ass.

Guess there’s no need to open the other boxes.

I stare at the tests, knowing they’re right but still unbelieving.


With child.

I’m going to be a mom, responsible for another human’s life. Molding that human to be a valued member of society.

A small smile tugs at my lips. Gabe will be thrilled. I’m still trying to figure out the mechanics of how it happened. Not that it matters.

“Quinn? You okay?” Gabe knocks on the door and I swipe at a stray tear rolling down my cheek. Not from sadness, though. Shock, maybe, but definitely not sadness.

I turn the lock and open the door. Gabe walks in, quietly inspecting my face and the immediate surroundings. Guess I have been in here long enough to cause concern.

“I think I figured out what’s going on with me.”

He takes a cautious step forward, running his hands up and down my arms. “What?”

I know the instant he sees them because he breaks out into the widest grin I’ve ever seen. Well, almost as wide as when he watched me walk down the aisle.

“Are…are we…?”

I nod. “It appears we are.” I can’t help but mirror his happiness. “Turns out it wasn’t the flu making me sick. Or your cooking, but I’ll hold judgment on that for a bit.”

In an instant, he swoops me into his arms and kisses me senseless. “Morning sickness?”

Again, I nod. “Yeah. And let me tell you, it’s a bitch. Apparently there’s some food aversion too. 
I may not be able to cook for a while, at least until it subsides.”

“Oh, good. So we’ll have more than the same five things we typically do.”

I slap his stomach, grinning as an oof leaves his lips. “Watch it, buddy. I don’t think you know what you’re in for.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He leans forward and kisses my nose. “We’re having a baby.”

For the first time all morning, I finally feel okay, like the world isn’t caving in on itself.

“Yeah, we’re having a baby.”


Jodie Larson is a wife and mother to four beautiful girls, making their home in northern
Minnesota along the shore of Lake Superior. When she isn’t running around to various activities
or working her regular job, you can find her sitting in her favorite spot reading her new favorite
book or camped out somewhere quiet trying to write her next manuscript. She’s addicted to
reading (just ask her kids or husband) and loves talking books even more so with her friends.
She’s also a lover of all things romance and happily ever afters, whether in movies or in books,
as shown in her extensive collection of both.

Other books written by Jodie Larson:
Fated to be Yours
Fated to be Mine
Lessons of the Heart


Instagram: or @jodielarson     
Twitter: or @jlarsonauthor

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