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‍UNSTABLE‍   After eight years, Henley Calvert is headed home. Back to the family farm and small town she left behind, never to be thought of again. Too much regret and shame to bear. But she’s the only one left to see to her family’s legacy, so she must return to Ashfall and face all the ghosts that haunt her. **** Gatlin Holt, the family farmhand, awaits her arrival, and lends a hand—in more ways than one. He reacquaints Henley with the lay of the land while helping her heal her soul with a new outlook on life. Yet every time she thinks some peace may be within reach, Henley hits another roadblock. The biggest of which is Keaton Cash—her childhood nemesis who owns the farm next door. **** And no, it’s not a love triangle. That’s impossible when Henley’s heart is closed, incapable of love. ORDER UNSTABLE Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon AU Amazon CA iBooks B&N    Excerpt:   Take A Peek Inside   “Oh, and you’d have just fixed everything, huh? The almighty Keaton Cash,” I mock in a loud jeer. “Please. Glad to see your self-image’s still fully intact.” “Not everything. Some things aren’t ours to fix. But others? I know I could’ve saved you some heartache and a lot of trouble.” Jesus, what happened in this town while I was gone? Did somebody spike the water supply? I’ve had more philosophical speeches thrown at me in the last few days than the rest of my entire life combined. And that’s saying something…seeing as how I was in therapy. “You look exhausted.” “Still a sweet talker too, thanks.” He softly laughs. “You know what I meant. Can’t imagine what you’re going through, or what you’ve been through, but if you’ll let me, I really would like to help. Any way I can.” “Why?” My question is spontaneous, but matter-of-fact and adequately edged in bafflement. He shakes his head, staring down at the ground a few beats before raising his eyes to mine. And I look into them, really look, perhaps for the first time ever. I expect to find anything but what I do—genuine empathy, which is completely different and far less infuriating than sympathy, and no hint of any hidden agenda. It’s new and completely shocking, so much so that I teeter, feeling a bit light-headed. “Because I thought maybe you could use some. Because it’s the right thing to do.” His eyes seem to melt from their usual icy blue to that of gentle pools of endless, serene azure. And when he speaks next, his voice is empty of arrogance or finesse, but full of impact. “Because it’s you.”