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Running Home by @CKirbyWriter Now Available #southern #romance – MEDA WHITE
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Running Home by @CKirbyWriter Now Available #southern #romance

Meda White

running home coverRunning Home, the second book in the Warm Springs Trilogy is now available at Amazon.

It’s written by my fabulous critique partner Christina Kirby and published by Soul Mate Publishing.

Check out the blurb:

Small town beauty queen, Jenny Fillmore, is a survivor. In the wake of having been kidnapped by a madman, she’s managed to put her life back together, complete with a successful career and a serious boyfriend. But, when her first love returns and hires her as his real estate agent, old wounds are torn open, making Jenny question whether or not she has the life she wants. It turns out broken hearts don’t heal so easily and old desires don’t always fade with time.

Professional baseball player, Adam Hamilton, didn’t expect a career ending shoulder injury. Thrown a curveball in his prime, he returns home to Warm Springs and the one woman whose heart he broke to pursue his sports dream. But, earning Jenny’s forgiveness won’t be easy. What he and Jenny once shared was real, but she’s moved on. With the new man in her life, time isn’t on Adam’s side.


Jenny smoothed a hand over her navy skirt and tucked a loose hair behind her ear as she waited to meet her new client. After speaking with his assistant several times to setup a schedule that would work for everyone, it was finally time to meet the man himself.

She glanced around her office where they’d be meeting before she took him out in her freshly washed Lexus SUV. Everything was in place. There were no loose papers strewn around or files left open on the back counter.

A partially open drawer caught her attention at the bottom of one of her filing cabinets. She moved to close it and found it was stuck. She knelt down on the carpet and tried to push it again, but it still wouldn’t budge. “Close, you stupid–”

“That’s my Jennifer. Still talking to herself after all these years.”

Jenny’s hand froze at the same time a flush of heat surged through her body. A fire she hadn’t felt since the last time she’d been with him, the owner of the deep voice. A voice she’d know anywhere. Adam.

“Here,” he knelt beside her, “let me give you a hand.”

“I don’t need your help,” she shook her head, but he didn’t seem to care. He lifted the drawer and pushed, and it closed like the traitor it was. Damn drawer.

Adam took a step back from her, but it did nothing to dissipate his scent. His aftershave hung in the air and with it a flood of memories of the two of them, together, crashed down around her. Memories it had taken her years to repress because forgetting was impossible.

Keeping her back to him, she tugged her skirt back into place and did her best to calm her nerves. How dare he show up at her office out of the blue? It wasn’t fair and it hadn’t given her a chance to prepare a suitable insult.

She took a deep breath. There was no need to overact. All she needed to do was find out what he was doing there and get rid of him.

She turned. “So, are you just passing through?”

“Not exactly.” He sat down in one of her office chairs, his tall frame filling the space.

Unsure what else to do and not wanting to be rude in her place of business, she sat down, more than aware that three different people from the office had walked passed her door in the last thirty seconds. Word must’ve gotten out the great Adam Hamilton was in the building.

Gritting her teeth, she smiled. “Why, exactly, are you here, Adam?”

“I’m your ten o’clock.” He grinned, held his hands out in a ‘here-I-am’ gesture, and laughed when her mouth fell open.


“Yes, I believe we’re supposed to go see some houses this morning.”

She blinked twice. “Wait, why are you looking for a house here?”

“I like it here.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world and smiled again, the same smile that had gotten her out of her clothes more than a few times when they’d been younger.

“But, you live in Atlanta.”

“Not for long.” He leaned the chair back on two legs, like he used to do when he was seventeen.

“Wait, but,” she pressed her palms flat on her desk, “does this mean you’re moving back here?”

“That’s my plan.”

Adam in Warm Springs, indefinitely. The words swirled around in her head like a tornado, tearing apart every other thought, until he was all she could think about. How was she supposed to live in the same town with him again? It was too small for the both of them.

ckirby head shotChristina Kirby holds a degree in Public Relations from Auburn University. She worked in banking for four and a half years before deciding to become a stay at home mom to her two sons. Moving every couple of years because of her husband’s job, Christina has had the opportunity to meet all kinds of people and live in many different states. Fortunately, writing is something she can take with her no matter where she lives. Christina is an avid reader of romance, young adult and anything having to do with pop culture. She also knows a copy of Entertainment Weekly and a chocolate chip cookie can cure anything.

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