Cover Reveal: What You Wish For by Gina Wynn!

What You Wish For

By Gina Wynn

Genre: Romance/ Women’s Fiction

Age category: Adult

Release Date: September 2015

Publisher: Three Worlds Press

Cover designed by: Magali Fréchette

 

Blurb:

Maggie’s secrets and lies have always lurked in the shadows of her marriage to childhood best friend, Jake, and the magic of wishes and call of destiny from an alternate world seem to offer her the impossible - a second chance, and a new start.

 

The husband she gains is a lonely man, married to Maggie’s alter-ego from his world, and he has always struggled to understand his wife. Will has long wished for his marriage to change and rediscovers what was missing when he spends time with Maggie. Although she is drawn to Will in this alternate world, Maggie must decide where her ‘love’ for Jake stops and ‘in love’ begins, and discover what happens when she shares her biggest secret with the stranger who has loved her since they met.

 

Caught between two men in two different lives, it is essential Maggie learns whether she has the power to call one world ‘home’ without destroying the people she loves.

 

Never stop wishing.


 

About the Author:

Gina has fly-away hair that has always done its own thing, doesn’t feel as old as she looks, owns three children (aged 2, 5 and 7) who can’t be tamed, and writes in spare–stolen–time. As well as her release of ‘What You Wish For’, published by Three Worlds Press, Gina is also working with Decadent Publishing for her books  ‘Her Dollmaker’s Desire’ and ‘Her Undercover Christmas’,  but she is always brimming with further ideas and is willing to invest money in the first person who is able to add extra hours to a day.

 

Her love of the written word extends to owning a To Be Read pile that is probably longer than the rest of her natural life (more investment available for anyone who perfects anti-aging, then) and editing for a small press, as well as co-hosting a free promotion website for writers and their books at http://alwayswrite.club.

 

You can find and contact Gina here:

- Website: http://www.ginawriteswords.com

- Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ginawriteswords

- Twitter: https://twitter.com/Gina_Wynn

- Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/ginawriteswords/


Excerpt:

His mouth twisted into a self-deprecating smile and he brushed his thumb across my cheek. I almost closed my eyes at the calm his touch brought me. I ached to rest my cheek in his palm, to let him soothe me. His hand fell away and I mourned the loss of contact, the loss of part of myself to want and wishes. I felt myself splitting, fracturing, dividing right there, and glanced at Will to see if he

He looked at me, eyes sharp and focused, and the weight of his hand pressed on my thigh through the blankets. “Have you ever done that thing where you drop something, hear it hit the ground, and when you search for it, it’s gone? You might give up after five minutes, or search intermittently for years, but it doesn’t matter. You won’t find it. It’s not there anymore. It’s sort of…gone…beyond what you can see. It’s as if it has slipped through the cracks into somewhere else. Because things don’t just vanish, right? They must go somewhere…so, somewhere else must exist…and, now, you’re here instead of there.”

He narrowed his eyes as if in thought and I fought the urge to touch the tiny lines where his skin crinkled at the corners, to smooth them for him.

“You know, I think I dropped something once.” His voice emerged so quietly I barely heard him.

He met my gaze, and gave me a lop-sided grin. “To put it more crudely, I’m guessing I’m not the man you went to bed with, and you are definitely not the Maggie I fell asleep next to.”

His words jolted me, and I wrapped my arms over my waist.

“I’m not going crazy.” The last lament of a crazy woman. “This can only be a dream. Only a dream. Otherwise, I am crazy. Only a dream. Please?”

He shook his head, his smile sad. “Is that what you want, Maggie? For me to be a dream? To wake up?”

Before I even formed a thought, I shook my head. I didn’t want that.