Gracie lives in Windsor, Ontario with her husband. Her grandparents, who live in a small town just outside of Windsor, raised Gracie with the support of her family. She is the oldest of three sisters and has a large extended family. Gracie is an animal lover, she travels to see different types or rarities and loves every minute of it. In her spare time, she is a very active reader and diving into a new book every chance she can.
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The Lonely Girl
What if one day you woke up and found your heart had been shattered? You lost the one person you loved more than anything.
What happens when you learn to move on even though you thought you'd never be able to again? Is it worth the risk to try and let someone in? Is it better to be left alone then take the chance of more heartache?
This time will be different. Becca slowly starts to put the shattered pieces of her heart back together only to have it broken again by someone she trusted. Can her heart that was barely healed in the first place be fixed, again?
Becca falls for someone new, but will her heart be safe. Will she survive the secrets that come out from the past? Love is worth the risk. Can she really believe that? The question is: is he worth the risk?
“Keegan, this is my sister Bec...ca.” Alec looks right at me apologetically. “Becca, this is Keegan Keller.”
I’m staring at this point. Yes, I am quite literally staring like a complete idiot. All of a sudden, my feet are no longer on the ground, and I’m in a big bear hug. I look over Keegan’s shoulder and I see my brother. He doesn’t know whether to laugh or be worried I might freak out being hugged. So I do what he isn’t expecting, and I hug Keegan back.
“It’s nice to meet you, Keegan.”
He slowly starts putting me down. I swear it takes forever, since he’s probably about six- four and I’m only five-three. I bet it’s an odd scene for Alec to witness because I’m letting someone who isn’t him actually hug me.
Wow, I’m not cringing like I do when Dillon touches me.
“So let me take a look at you.” Keegan looks right at me. Yeah, I’m definitely blushing. “Man, you said she was pretty, but I don’t think you did her justice.” He winks at me.
Oh God, if it wasn’t obvious I was blushing before, it sure is now.
What is happening?
Why is he still staring at me?
I’d say I’m an average girl. I have strawberry blonde hair three quarters the way down by
back, with a bunch of freckles scattered along my check and button nose, and steel blue eyes. I’m short and thin, but I’m not as muscular as I used to be since I stopped playing sports after Michael died.
Alec interrupts us. “Hey now, none of that.” He swats at Keegan. “Let’s get out of here.”
I can’t keep a straight face, and I giggle. I actually giggle. Even I’m surprised, but when I look at my brother, he’s completely shocked. I haven’t had a real laugh in eight months. I just smile at him, and he smiles back. He puts his arms around me, and we head to Keegan’s car.
Maybe this trip wasn’t such a horrible idea after all.
“I can get it,” I said when Keegan reached for my bag causing our hands to graze each other. I feel the heat from the contact warming my thought dead heart.
“I insist,” he said with a sly smile, taking my bag out of my hand and placing it gently in the trunk of his car.
Alec was waiting in the passenger side seat. He’s getting antsy at our interaction. This is all new to Alec. He’s never seen me this scatterbrained around anyone before, not even Michael. “Can we go already?”
“What’s his problem?” Keegan asked me with a goofy grin on his face.
God he’s more than just attractive, this guy is making my whole body tingle.
“He just woke up from a nap,” I said giving him the same goofy grin back. “He’s a bit of a
Closing the trunk of his car, he smirks at me and winks. “Don’t I know it."
We walked around to the driver’s side door. Keegan has a beautifully restored 1967 Shelby
“It was my grandfather’s,” he said when he caught me checking out the amazing paint job. “It’s nice,” I said, slipping in the driver’s door and into the back seat.
I wipe my tears off my face hoping I’m not going to display an ugly cry face when I turn to see this man. “Yeah, it really is beautiful.”
When my eyes catch his I’m thrown back by the mere sight of him and gasp. God, is there something in the food here? He’s beautiful and not in a girlie way.
He has the most piercing hazel eyes you can imagine. What my friends from back home would call ‘panty droppers’. He’s slim, but built, and I’d say slightly over six feet. He’s got honey brown hair that sweeps to the side, with what looks like permanent helmet head, but it’s so sexy.
He gives me a sexy smirk and I know he’s flirting. “Oh, yeah, the water is beautiful too.”
I find myself wanting to giggle like the high schooler I am, but I’m so shocked he’s talking about me that I just turn and face the water again. I hear the crunch of the ground behind me and for a second I think he’s leaving but then I see him sit next to me.
“What’s got a beautiful girl like you out here and all upset?"
Author Gracie Wilson Interview:
1. 1.Tell us about your book/books?
I am currently working on Lonely Girl Series. Book One, The Lonely Girl is out now!
2.How did you get started as a writer?
I began writing in November of 2013, I was motivated by this overwhelming need to tell this story. I wrote the Lonely Girl then. When I finished the book I felt happiness and an overwhelming satisfaction. I also had this desire to have others read it. I never had any intention of publishing. I meet another author who read my book and urged me to publish. She told me that as long as I reached one person who took something from my book it was a success.
3. What’s a typical day like for you? Reading and writing. This is my life. Other than my animals and family of course.
4. Describe your workspace. I work on my Mac. I love it. It was my gift when I finished my first book. I have written a few other novels but have not published those YET. I love writing in different settings.
5. Favorite books? Beautiful Diaster and Maybe Someday
6. Tell us 3 interesting things about you.
I’m only 25. I am a HUGE animal lover. I love to travel.
7. Favorite quote: Life’s a bitch, then you die. :P
8. Best and worst part of being a writer? Your brain never stops.
9. Advice to writers?
Write for you. Don’t write to please others, then the story isn’t true and real.