Joyfully Reviewed Welcomes Author Jillian Neal and her latest Gypsy Beach Novel,
Arley Copeland vows never to trust anyone, much less a man, ever again. After her fledging career as a romance writer grinds to a halt and her ex blabs to the press about her preferences in bed, she heads to Gypsy Beach desperate to regain some anonymity and maybe figure out what to do next.
Divorce attorney John Rowan has been in on the explosive end of more marriages than he can count. Love never lasts. Of that he’s certain. Sick of barely existing inside the concrete jungle of Atlanta with the endless traffic and endless noise he heads towards a two-week reprieve in Gypsy Beach, North Carolina.
From the moment he lays eyes on Arley Copeland, John is determined to prove that not every guy on the planet is out to hurt her, and maybe teach her a thing or two about herself in his bed and out. With every sinfully sweet caress, they’re falling more and more in love. Their pasts may be fading away, but will John ever be prepared to risk it all on a lifetime love when he doesn’t believe such a thing could ever exist?
BOOK 1 IN THE SERIES RELEASED JUNE 23, 2015!
by Jillian Neal
Single father, Ryan McNamara, returns to the only place he’d ever been happy, Gypsy Beach. This time he’s divorced, broken, but determined to make something of his life.
Sienna Cooper is determined to forget Ryan, the last decade, and all of the hurt he’d left her with. She’s got enough spunk and Gypsy fire in her soul to make this work. She’s going to run her grandmother’s inn and make it a success. But when a chance encounter throws them back together, the passions ignite and the past doesn’t feel so far out of reach.
Can they rekindle the love they’d once had? Can he convince her that he never intends to walk away again? Will a potent dose of unending lust, a lifetime of love, and enough hot-blooded Gypsy spirit be enough to save them both?
Love Affair with Writing by Jillian Neal
My love affair with writing, honestly, started as a love affair with words. That affair bled quickly into a love of reading. Growing up, I was never without a book. I would read and re-read most anything. My parents would send me outside with the command to, “Get some exercise and fresh air.” For me, this meant laying on a trampoline and reading, or sitting on my non-moving bike with a book propped on the handlebars. Exercise didn’t stimulate me much, but words oh words, those were endlessly fascinating.
In what will forever be the best day of my Aqua Net infused, awkward, training-bra that took its job entirely too seriously, middle school career, my best friend handed me a Romance novel she snuck from her mother’s stash. “Don’t break the spine or my mom will know we took it.” My eyes danced and an ear-to-ear grin formed on my face as I held the novel in my hands. There was a dashing pirate with a woman caught up in his arms. The expression on the woman’s face said she was in the throws of passion. This was going to be good. I quickly agreed to the terms of borrowing the book.
From that moment on, I have been a lover of Romance. My love affair with words and books continued throughout my adolescence and early-married life. Right up until the moment that I birthed two rambunctious bundles of joy in two-years. And there were bills, and there was my parents divorcing non-amicably, and there was a strange new town where DH took a job where I knew no one and felt very, very lost. Life felt insurmountable, and a banality of life took me over. I sank into the grey haze of depression. I’d lost the words that gave me breath and allowed me to access a part of myself outside of wife, mother, and caretaker.
One morning, several years later. I woke up and began the preparation of elementary aged-approved breakfasts. Some of the depression had lifted, but I still didn’t feel the vibrancy for life I’d experienced before my sons were born. Suddenly, my head was full of this charming man, and he began telling me his awe-inspiring story. I was quite certain I was going insane, but the man added in his childhood sweetheart, an entire band of badass cops that were trying to take down a criminal organization, and some very sexy scenarios involving these characters.
In a desperate effort to clear my head, so I could absorb more Star Wars-themed playdates, I sat down with my laptop and began to type. My fingers flew. I could hardly keep up. I typed so fast the computer would lag several sentences behind my muse. I kept going. Two weeks later, I’d written 250 computer pages worth of story, approximately 165,000 words, and I had never felt more alive. I was invigorated. The words were saving me. They’d brought breath back to my choking lungs. They enlivened my mind. I was able to feel joy again. I was a better mother and wife. I realized that I needed to indulge in a passion that was entirely my own.
I had no idea how long this savior might be willing to stick with me, so everyday I typed and typed. I needed to know how the story was going to end. Well, several years, one million words, and a seven-book published series later, I had discovered what I’d been put on this earth to do. I now have more ideas than I will ever be able to write in one lifetime, and I’m now working on my 11th book and an entirely new series. To this day, writing that first draft of a new book is a heady intoxication of pure joy. Nothing brings me pleasure like watching the words fly across the screen as my characters frantically tell me their stories, so that I can type that out. The words saved me. The words inspire me, and I’m just so very thankful for the opportunity to be able share my stories with all of you. My love affair with writing brought life’s breath back to my soul, my heart, my mind, and my body. There have been disappointments, stressful times, and even deluges of tears over this near-impossible career, but I’m still quite certain this is what I was put here to do. As long as I have the words, I can be saved.
Jillian Neal is a Romance writer with a passion for passion who pens strong, character driven novels, told from the male perspective. Her guys aren’t afraid to let us inside their minds or inside their bedrooms. They’re hot on the trail of a sinister criminal organization when they’re not burning up the bed sheets.
She’s a self-proclaimed ‘Southern girl with a sassy mouth.’ Her coffee addiction is barely legal, and she’s most often running around with her hair and her pen on fire! She’s full of smarts, sass, and sizzle and that’s a lot to get into barely five feet of girl with her head always in the clouds.