Companion to CATCHING JORDAN.
Practice Makes Perfect.
Everyone at Hundred Oaks High knows that career mentoring day is a joke. So when Maya Henry said she wanted to be a rock star, she never imagined she’d get to shadow *the* Jesse Scott, Nashville’s teen idol.
But spending the day with Jesse is far from a dream come true. He’s as gorgeous as his music, but seeing all that he’s accomplished is just a reminder of everything Maya’s lost: her trust, her boyfriend, their band, and any chance to play the music she craves. Not to mention that Jesse’s pushy and opinionated. He made it on his own, and he thinks Maya’s playing back up to other people’s dreams. Does she have what it takes to follow her heart—and go solo?
Excerpt:
The Space Between
Backstage, there’s so much security, you’d think it was the White House.
I’ve been to plenty of concerts, but I’ve never had a backstage pass, so I follow Dr. Salter’s lead and keep flashing my all-access badge over and over. My principal squeezes between two beefy men in security jackets and knocks on a door stamped with a red star.
A man in a tailored black suit and shimmering blue tie opens the door. He’s got better skin than any girl I know, and I bet his haircut cost a small fortune. “Oh good. It’s you,” he says to Dr. Salter, giving him a bright smile. The man takes my hand. “You must be Maya.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come on in.”
Inside the dark dressing room I spot a vintage Gibson guitar, three flat screen TVs all showing the Braves game, and a table piled high with burgers and corn on the cob. I thought nothing could smell more delicious than my mom’s cooking, but I was wrong.
“Maya, this is Jesse’s manager, Mark Logan,” Dr. Salter says.
Mr. Logan pats my back like I’m one of the good ole boys. “Jesse will be out in a minute to meet you. Why don’t you get yourself a drink?” He gestures at the bar, which appears to be booze-free. Seems like a good move considering Jesse got drunk and fell off that yacht a few months ago. The press had a field day with that because it was totally out of character for Jesse Scott. Yeah, he’s a famous country star, but everyone thinks of him as this sweet, quiet boy from down on the farm.
“Could I have a word next door in private?” Mr. Logan says to my principal. “Jesse’s telling the crowd tonight.”
Dr. Salter’s face goes from happy to anxious, and they step back into the hallway where the security guys are buzzing around in their yellow jackets.
All alone now, I gaze over at Jesse’s guitar. I’m itching to try it out. What I wouldn’t give to throw the strap around my neck, charge out of the dressing room onto the stage, and rock out to Queen. But would I do “Somebody to Love”? Or “Another One Bites the Dust”? It’s a silly idea—I wouldn’t make it three feet before the beefcake security guys tackle me. I’d bite the dust. Literally. And if I sang, it’s a one hundred percent possibility my voice would crack. Playing onstage at the Opry…wouldn’t it be great, though?
I love playing guitar and performing more than anything. Before I started The Fringe, which was originally an eighties tribute band but has since become heavy metal-only, I even went to church on Sundays just to sing with the youth choir. All the crotchety old people would whisper and point their walking canes at my bright red lipstick, but I doubted God cares about that or the diamond stud in my nose. God only cares that I sang “I’ll Fly Away” at the top of my lungs.
That was before I gave it up to focus on my band. I also used to be a proud member of my school’s show choir, which isn’t anything like the cool groups in Pitch Perfect. You know, that a cappella movie? We sang songs like “When the Saints Go Marching In,” and wore billowing green dresses, like you’d see on the cover of a historical bodice ripper romance novel. If that doesn’t tell you how much I love music, I don’t know what will. If the choice had been mine, we would’ve worn leather pants and tight tanks, but my director said that isn’t proper attire for our school’s most distinguished arts program.
However, as much as I love music, I am generally not a fan of country. I don’t like banjos. I don’t like sappy lyrics about trucks and hauling hay. Dolly Parton is my mortal enemy—my mom plays “Jolene” over and over and over and over and it makes me want to chop my ears off like Van Gogh. Yeah, yeah, I’m from Tennessee, where it’s a crime if you don’t love country, but I like deep, rumbling beats and singing loud and fast and hard. I do not like closing my eyes and crooning to a cow in the pasture.
Yet here I am at a Jesse Scott concert, getting ready to meet him and to see if he’ll let me shadow him next Friday. My school requires every senior to “shadow” a professional for a day. It’s their way of helping us figure out what kind of career we want. Like, if you want to be president when you grow up, you might get to shadow the mayor. Want to be a chef? Have fun kneading dough at the Donut Palace.
When I said “I want to be a musician,” I figured they’d send me to work in the electronics section at Walmart.
I certainly never expected to shadow the king of country music.
It turns out that Jesse Scott is my principal’s nephew. Jesse won TV’s Wannabe Rocker when he was ten and has gone on to become very successful. In sixth grade, every girl in class—myself included—took the Teen Beat quiz: Would Jesse Scott Like Your Kissing Style? (Obviously the answer was yes.) In middle school, I had a Jesse Scott poster on my ceiling. It’s hard to believe he’s only eighteen because he’s already won three Grammys. When he was younger his songs were about fishing and playing baseball, but lately they’re about love and making love and all things sexy.
I wouldn’t say I’m a fan anymore, but I would never give up an opportunity to learn from a professional with such a gorgeous, pure voice. I want to learn what it’s like to perform day in and day out. Despite what everyone and their mom says—that I’ll struggle as a musician—all I want is to play guitar in front of a crowd and hear people cheer for me.
I can’t believe I’m backstage at the Grand Ole Opry! I bounce on my toes. Jesus, is that an Archtop Super 4, the model Elvis played? I’ve never seen one in real life. It probably cost more than my house.
I’m ogling the guitar when Jesse Scott comes out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. He pads across the room to the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of rugged jeans with more holes than Swiss cheese.
The lighting is dim, and he doesn’t seem to notice I’m here, which is good because I’ve moved from ogling the guitar to ogling him. Who wouldn’t? He was one of People magazine’s 50 Most Beautiful People, and it is a truth universally acknowledged that you should stare at people who’ve made that list.
The guy’s gorgeous. Like in the boy-next-door way. His wet, wavy, brown hair curls around his ears and nearly hits his shoulders, and while he doesn’t have a six-pack or anything, his body is fit. I wish he’d look my way so I can see his famous brown eyes. They always remind me of those caramel chews Poppy gives me when I visit. Jesse has some sort of Gaelic symbol tattooed on his left shoulder blade. I want to reach out and trace the design.
God, get a hold of yourself, Maya. Don’t be a horndog. Besides, he’s so not my type. I don’t do pretty boys.
Jesse grabs a black T-shirt from his bag and pulls it on over his head, then heads to his personal buffet. Humming to himself, he piles a bun and a burger onto a plate, and scrunches his nose at a plateful of pickles, which is just crazy because pickles are what make the burger. Instead he grabs a bottle of ketchup, unscrews the lid and tries to shake some onto his burger. It’s not budging. Must be a new bottle.
“Try hitting the little fifty-seven on the side—”
He startles. “What are you doing here?”
“Excuse me?”
“Did the Opry arrange for a ketchup expert to be at my beck and call?” he snaps.
“Clearly you need one.” I stride over, grab the bottle out of his hand, and tap the little 57 with the heel of my hand. Ketchup pours out.
“Thanks,” he says calmly. Then he yells, “Security! Another girl snuck in,” as he strides to the door in his bare feet. Jesse yanks open the door, revealing Dr. Salter and Mr. Logan. “I’m beginning to think you guys are letting them in just to torture me.”
The manager claps once. “Oh good. So you’ve met Maya? Have you discussed the possibility of her shadowing you next—”
“I’m sick of these groupie meet and greets,” Jesse says as if I’m not here. “Can’t I eat my damned dinner in peace?”
“You can now that you’ve got your damned ketchup,” I reply. “If you’ll excuse me.”
Mr. Logan and Dr. Salter gape at me. Throwing Jesse a look, I squeeze past Beefcake 1 and 2 into the hall.
I can’t believe how rude he was! Dr. Salter invited me to the concert so I could meet Jesse, and since I’ve already had the pleasure, I see no point in staying. I don’t want to shadow a spoiled pretty boy who sings about making love on tractors anyway. It’s still early. If I drive back to Franklin now, maybe I could meet up with Nate, and my Friday night won’t be a complete bust.
As I charge down the hall, pulling the all-access badge off from around my neck, a bunch of screaming girls rush my way. What in the world? A hand grabs my elbow. I go to shake it off and find Jesse still holding the ketchup.
“I’m sorry—can you come back inside?”
Before I can answer, the horde descends on him. It’s scarier than a zombie apocalypse.
“Shit,” he mutters.
“Oh my God, I love ketchup too!” a girl squeals at the bottle in his hand. “We have so much in common!”
“Want to come to my house, Jesse? My parents are out of town.”
A girl screeches and grabs his wrist. Another gets up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek and he jerks back.
“Jesse, Jesse! Can I sing a song for you?”
“Jesse! I want you!” This one yanks her shirt open.
I snort at her hot pink bra. Jesse smirks at my reaction as security breaks the group apart.
Jesse pulls me through security back into his dressing room, where he drops my arm and scans me. I’m wearing a great outfit—black ankle booties, skinny jeans, the belt I made out of duct tape, bleached blond hair, black tank top, the silly glittery bracelets I wear ironically, and a bronze military star medal from World War I that hangs from my necklace. Kids at school often make fun of my clothes, but I don’t care. I feel so Madonna right now.
Jesse shakes his head at me, then goes to give Dr. Salter a side hug. “Hey, Uncle Bob.”
Dr. Salter pats Jesse’s floppy hair and takes in his freckled face. “I’m looking forward to the show, son.”
“Thanks for coming,” Jesse says quietly.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Dr. Salter says. “Where’re your mom and dad? Will they be here soon?”
“They blew me off again. What else is new?”
Until a couple years ago, my dad was a truck driver and often missed my performances because he was on the road, so I understand how Jesse feels. But my parents have always been supportive. It shocks me that his parents aren’t at every show. I mean, the guy’s a three-time Grammy winner. It sounds as if Jesse’s fans attend more concerts than his parents do. And he’s their son.
While Jesse speaks in a low voice only Dr. Salter can hear, I decide to check my phone. My best guy friend, Dave, texted: I need a play-by-play of how hot Jesse is. Do we think he’s bi?
I also received a text from my bandmate, Nate. His reads: Hannah told me where you are. Did you really sell out and go to a Jesse Scott show?
Groan. I love hooking up with Nate, but geez. Why are guys so dramatic?
“What’s the girl doing here?” Jesse asks.
“Remember I told you about Shadow Day?” his manager says.
“Remind me,” Jesse replies through a big bite of burger.
“You agreed to meet with Maya. She’s pretty talented on guitar,” Dr. Salter says.
Jesse stares at me, chewing. “So you play, huh?”
I ignore him. When he realizes I’m giving him the cold shoulder, he turns to Dr. Salter. “Seriously? I’m missing the Braves for this?”
My principal gives me the glare he reserves for kids who cut class. “I’d like you to consider letting her shadow you, Jess.”
Jesse just shrugs.
I should’ve known this would be a bust. Shadow Day assignments always are. Students never get paired with professionals who can actually teach them something. Last year, Rory Whitfield said he wanted to be a movie director and ended up at the infant portrait area at Sears.
Dr. Salter says, “You should’ve seen her play guitar in the school talent show last spring.”
“Did you win?” Jesse asks me.
I shake my head, cringing at the memory. Why did Dr. Salter have to bring that up? After my band declared the school talent show “lame,” I decided to perform on my own, adding a hard edge to one of my favorite songs, “Bohemian Rhapsody,” and had a great time rocking out. That is, until I started to sing, and my voice cracked under the pressure. Kids at school called me the siren for weeks. People have always said I have a great voice, but when all eyes are on me, something usually goes wrong—like the time I fainted during a solo.
I wish their eyes had somewhere else to focus. That’s why I prefer being part of a band.
Jesse takes another bite of his burger and gives me a bored stare, and I feel like the pickle he turned his nose up at. What a letdown. I figured People took personality into account when developing their beautiful people list. Apparently not.
You’d think Jesse would be as sweet as his songs.
Okay, okay. I’ll admit it—even though my musical tastes have evolved, Jesse wrote this one song, “Second Chance,” which I’ve loved since middle school. When Dave, my first crush and now best friend, wasn’t interested in dating me because he was too busy liking other boys (I didn’t know that at the time), “Second Chance” helped heal my broken heart.
So it kind of sucks meeting the real Jesse. I’ve seen more life out of mannequins. Granted, I haven’t smiled at him, but he was incredibly rude after I helped with his ketchup. I had really been looking forward to this opportunity, but he’s nothing more than a beautiful voice and a hot body with a cool tattoo.
Dr. Salter must sense our meeting is going downhill real fast. “Jess, you really should see Maya on guitar.”
“Hmph.”
Spoiled ass. Two can play. “My Martin’s much cooler than your Gibson,” I say, even though it’s a total lie.
Instead of taking another bite, Jesse turns his head toward me, wide-eyed. “Shut up. My Archtop is the best guitar there is.”
I gesture at it. “What year is it? A ‘67?”
Jesse nods.
I can’t help but ask, “A Super 4? Like Elvis had?”
“Right…” A smile forms on his face, but a second later he winces.
“So is it okay, Jess?” Dr. Salter asks. “Can Maya shadow you?”
Jesse studies me. “Mom and Dad’ll love that I’m hanging out with a sexy punk girl. So whatever you need, Uncle Bob.”
“Jesse!” Dr. Salter and Mr. Logan blurt simultaneously.
What a jerk.
Wait. Did he say sexy?
Mr. Logan claps his hands together again. “Well I think Maya seems fabulous. I’m okay with her shadowing Jesse next week as long as it’s okay with him.”
Silence engulfs the dressing room.
Jesse takes a long look at his uncle, then bites into his burger and talks with his mouth full. “Fine, she can shadow me.”
“I’ll see if I can work it into my schedule,” I say, then turn and walk out.
***
Against my better judgment, I decide to stick around for the concert because I’ve never been to the Grand Ole Opry.
Performing here is every country music singer’s dream, and while I’m not into yodeling, I still respect the Opry. When I looked at Jesse Scott’s website, it said he’s already done ten concerts here. I guess that means he’s really somebody. Which I could’ve told you considering his face is on every tweeny bopper magazine down at the Quick Pick and he’s at the top of the iTunes charts.
I stand in line for what seems like hours to buy myself a puffy pink cotton candy, then head inside the main concert hall. Heat from the crowd presses against my skin as I squeeze past shrieking girls and make my way down to the stage, which looks like an old red barn.
“Maya!” Dr. Salter calls out. “Over here.” He gestures for me to join him in the center of the first row. The best seat in the house.
I edge around another pack of squealing girls to meet my principal. “I was wondering where you went,” he says.
I hold up my cotton candy, offering him a piece. He pinches some off and pops it in his mouth. The other reason I didn’t leave early is because I’ve always liked Dr. Salter and I don’t want to let him down. He tells funny jokes during the morning announcements and always takes a turn in the dunking booth during Homecoming. It’s odd, though, seeing him in a Van Halen leather jacket and not his usual sweater vest and bowtie.
I point at the stage with my cotton candy. “We’ve got better seats than God, huh? From this close, Jesse oughta be able to see me not clapping for him.”
Dr. Salter gives me a stern look. “I’m sorry about my nephew… He’s not used to… He doesn’t meet a lot of new people.”
“I figured he meets people all the time.”
“There’s a difference between meeting people and actually speaking with them.”
The banshee convention I met backstage was something else, all right. I can’t imagine being surrounded by that, and not having my family, friends, and band to talk to.
“I thought,” Dr. Salter starts, then pauses. “I thought that Shadow Day might be good for both of you. You can get some music advice from Jesse…and he needs a break, and needs to spend time with somebody his age… It’s hard when everybody scrutinizes every single thing you do.”
As the lights go down, the band takes the stage and the screaming crowd crescendos to just about the loudest noise I’ve ever heard. A spotlight bathes the stage in blinding white light. Smoke billows in the wings. Dr. Salter puts two fingers in his mouth and whistles.
Then the most beautiful guitar lick rings out, echoing in the concert hall.
The screaming stops, because everyone wants to hear that sound.
Jesse Scott steps into the spotlight with his cedar-colored vintage Gibson strapped around his neck. He plays a riff and brings his mouth to the microphone.
“How you doin’ Nashville?” Jesse yells into the microphone in a deep Southern drawl, tipping his beige cowboy hat before starting to play “Campfires,” this country pop song about hiking and fishing with his grandfather. “Gimme fireflies, gimme trout, gimme burning logs, hell—gimme a mosquito, but keep your damned electricity.”
The bass ripples through the concert hall and makes the floor vibrate, and my heart beats in time with the drums.
During the chorus, Jesse flips the guitar around to his back, grabs the mike with both hands, and gives the audience a full view of his great body. He’s wearing the tight black T-shirt that hugs his biceps and chest, bright red cowboy boots, and a belt buckle shaped like a skull. Hey, it matches the skull pajamas I wore to bed last night! I feel silly for a beat, because my inner monologue sounds just like that girl backstage: “I like ketchup too!”
I’ve never seen anyone play guitar like him. Jesse blisters through the solo, and he’s so into his music, it’s like the crowd isn’t even here. Meanwhile, the girl next to me is bawling like her face is a busted fire hydrant.
When the song is over, Jesse grabs the mike with one hand and says, “Thanks for coming out tonight, Nashville. I may travel all over the place, but I want all my fans to know this is my one true home.”
Everyone screams as Jesse looks down and tips his cowboy hat at Dr. Salter. Jesse’s face seems sad as he scans the rest of the front row. He gives me a fleeting look before starting to rock out on guitar again. The next song is “Agape.” It’s about how he lives for music.
After his third song (“Ain’t No City Boy”), Jesse wipes the sweat off his face with his T-shirt sleeve and says into the mike, “Damn that popcorn smells good. Can I get some up here?” Ten seconds later, a stagehand rushes out with a bucket. Jesse eats a few pieces. “Perfect,” he says, licking his fingers. “Y’all want some?” The crowd roars, so he throws the bucket out into the crowd, sprinkling us with popcorn.
About halfway through the concert, Jesse makes everyone sing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” with him, but instead of singing “Root, root, root for the home team,” we sing “Root, root, root for the Braves!” And then with his eyes shut, he does this insane acoustic rendition of “Amazing Grace,” set to the tune of The Eagles’ “Peaceful Easy Feeling.”
Jesse performs all of his hits, but the encore, “Second Chance,” is the highlight. He sings, “She may have been Paris, but I needed the soft sun, so I let her fly.”
I actually clap when the song’s over and he looks down at me again. The crowd roars. He may not have a great presence offstage, but when he’s onstage, he’s on.
He yanks off his cowboy hat. “Thanks everybody.” A pause. “As many of you probably know, in November I’ll begin a six-week tour of North America and Europe.” The crowd roars again. He speaks over the noise, “And, after that, in December—” His voice breaks. He takes a deep breath. “I’ll be leaving the industry.”
What?
Boos and cries—mostly cries—rattle the auditorium.
The king of country music is quitting? Is this the announcement Mr. Logan mentioned to Dr. Salter? I turn to my principal. His eyes are watering.
“I just wanted to say—wanted to make sure y’all know, my fans mean everything to me.” His voice cracks again.
And my heart breaks for him, because whatever is going on must be pretty serious. I can’t imagine giving up music for any reason whatsoever.
“Thank you, Nashville!” he yells into the mike and jogs offstage, carrying his guitar.
I find Dr. Salter’s eyes. “He’s really doing this, huh?”
“I guess so… The thing is, Maya, I don’t think he truly wants to.”
Sarah
Sounds amazing, I can’t wait! Maya is Sam’s little sister? Does this mean we get to see some Sam and Jordan in the book as well?!?
Victoria
I’m really looking forward for this book! I’ve been waiting forever for another one of Miranda’s books.
Miranda Kenneally
@Sarah I would say that is a good guess.
Cassie Johnson
I’m so excited, Jesse and Maya sound awesome! 🙂
Ambur
The cover is gorgeous and that excerpt was AMAZING!! I can’t wait to read Jesse’s Girl! 😀
Bailee
It looks so good. I can’t wait to read it. Are you going to bring some if the characters from the first book and the third into it?? Either way, I like it so far.
Miranda Kenneally
@Bailee Thanks! Yes, you’ll see characters from Catching Jordan in Jesse’s Girl.
Waalee
I JUST READ BREATH ANNIE BREATH AND IT WAS SO GOOD!! This expert was also amazing and I’m really looking forward to reading it! Please tell me your going to write more YA romantic type books like the hundred oak series after Jessie’s girl is released?!
Gwen
this expert is amazing! I REALLY hope you’ll be wrighting more YA romance novels like the hundred oak series after Jessie’s girl is released?!?
Lizzy
I really cannot wait for Jessie’s girl to be released!!! You’re books are absolutely amazing and i’m so excited!!!!!!!!!
Nolen
Great job. Catching Jordan is my favorite book of all time and I can’t wait for July to come!!! Do you ever do book signings and things like that?? I’m from Florida and I have a few other friends who are big fans of your books too. But, I love Jesse’s Girl so far!!
Spencer
I love it so far. It sounds amazing. I enjoyed all of your books before, (Catching Jordan the most) and just wanted to ask you if any of your books are going to be turned iron movies. I know you sold the rights, but do you know if you will be made?!?!?
Nolen
I really like it. Catching Jordan is my all time favorite book. Are you going to be doing book signings in Florida any time soon.?. Me and a group of friends all love your books and would love to meet you. Can’t wait for July to get here!!!
Spencer
I love it so far. It sounds amazing. I enjoyed all of your books before, (Catching Jordan the most) and just wanted to ask you if any of your books are going to be turned into movies. I know you sold the rights, but do you know if you will be made?!?!?
Miranda Kenneally
@Waalee and Gwen Thank you! JESSE’S GIRL is definitely a romance! And it is set in the Hundred Oaks world. Hope you enjoy it!
Rachel
I’m so excited for this! I’m guessing this is more music-centric rather than sports-centric like the previous books (and I’m totally fine with that, since they’re all phenomenal no matter what they’re about), and I can’t wait until Jesse’s Girl (which I totally fell in love with after they sang that song on Glee) comes out!
Anne
I fell in love with Jordan and Sam in ‘Catching Jordan’, but will we see more of Jordan in this book?
Miranda Kenneally
@Anne You will see a LOT of both Jordan and Sam. ☺
Alex
I can’t wait for this book! I love all of your books and I know I will love this one too! I love the way you approach topics in your books.I’m really interested in the time you spent in D.C., because I’m interested in government and politics. Anyways I hope you will right more after Jesse’s Girl. I’d love to read anything you write!
Btw i love your peep diorama.It’s looks awesome!
Amanda
yay! I’m so excited!! Whom will we see from the other books in this one? And when are matt and Kate getting married?
Sam
Would you think of doing on on a swimmer?!?!?
Sam
Will there be any Matt and kate and annie and Jeremiah
Madeline
I LOVE all of your books! I can’t decide which one is my fav though… Breathe Annie Breathe and Racing Savannah are definitely my top 2! Will we we see any Jerimiah and Annie?! PLEASE
Evelyn
I love all of your books, I can’t wait to see what will come up next in Jesse’s Girl, I know it will be great. Please continue writing!
Sarah
Hi! I love so much your books! I can’t wait for this one to be release! I wish you would make one with an hockey player or a swimmer! A swimmer would be my favorite! Thanks again for writing all these nice books!
Jo Li
I love the Hundred Oaks series and hope there is more after JESSIES GIRL!!!!
Maddison
I just wanted to say how awesome it is to read romantic books about high school/graduated women athletes! It’s something I rarely find and absolutely love! I completely relate to the plots and the characters! You have been my favorite author for 4 years now and I read your books several times over! (Not kidding, at least 3 times per book!) Maybe you could write one about volleyball? Please keep writing because you are truly making an impact on my life. Thank you!
laney hill
i absolutely love Miranda’s books….I cant wait for the next one.
Brittany Saia
im sooooo hooked!!!! Keep us updated on the other characters too!!!
Claire
I have like all of the Hundred Oak series mesmerized because I read them so much!! I love them. I cant wait for the next one to come out!!!
Alena
I love your books! I’ve read them all at least 20 times! Maybe you could write one about a swimmer or a water polo player.
claire
Are Sam and Jordan getting married in this book??? Maya last name is Henry so…..
Sascha
Hi!! I love all your books Miranda, and I have been a fan since the beginning. I can’t wait for this book!!! I’m so excited. I am sad to ask this, but I was wondering what your last book from the Hundred Oaks series is going to be called and when it will be released and published. I love your books so much and I was curious when it will end so I can get all the books. Also read your comments above, and I am excited to see the names Sam and Jordan!!! Love them so much, but my favorites are Parker and Will 🙂 if you could answer that would be so cool!! Thanks!! Can’t wait for this book!!
Maya Thomas
In LOVE with these books!!! When people ask me what my favorite is, I can’t choose just one. Looking forward to your newer books!! (Love how her name’s Maya just like me!!) You are a talented writer and I’m excited to keep reading your books. Hundred Oaks is my favorite series an I hope you continue using the characters from the previous books<3<3<3
Emily
I love the excerpt! I’m counting down the days until this book comes out!
P.S. Do Jere and Annie ever get married?
rebecca
I love your books so much!I think they inspire many girls because you have such strong female characters!
justina
Please tell all us if Jere and Annie get married in the future and the crazy and ventures they do!!
Risa
I love the cover and excerpt, I love Maya’s personality ( Like Sam ) I expect it will be as good as the rest! I love Miranda books they are all amazing ( especially Catching Jordan and Things I Can’t Forget. )
Sierra
I honestly love all of your books. I live in Pennsylvania and recently my family took a trip out west.. I read Breathe, Annie, Breathe 3 times. But at the end of the book it says she signed up for another marathon on her schedule type sheet at the end.. I would honestly read the sequel to any of your books would be phenomenal but Breathe, Annie, Breathe would be my top pick… & I cannot wait to read Jesses Girl, I would love if I could email you.. I have some questions about some of the books. Thank you so much, 🙂
Ema
Oh my god!!!!! I can’t wait to get this book tomorrow!!!! I love these books! Although, my Favorite is Catching Jordan and I am SO hoping that it gets made into a movie, I love reading these books over and over again. I can’t wait for more of these books to come out!!!!
Korina
I am so exited to read this book!!! I have read the other books if the series the are amazing and now I am so ready to start this book, it was only a few days ago I pick up catching jordan and fell into this world of amazing charcters!!! I love your writing style and how we get to see what your orignal charcters have become. So I am A HUGE FAN!!! Thank u so much, because your books have made my summer amazing!!! I hope to see more hundred oaks books soon!
– Your FAN, Korina L.
p.s. I would love to hear if you are planning on writing something else soon!!!
Korina
YoUr BoOkS r AmAzInG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lily
Absolutely love love love these books!! I’ve read every single one so in about 2 weeks!! Please tell me there will be more after Jesse’s Girl!?! Definitely my favorite book series everrrr!!!!! By far your biggest fan!! Keep up the amazing work!!<3
Bailee Gull
Great, great, great book! I have enjoyed all of your books in this series, but this one I can personally relate to the most! You did a great job! I just wanted to know if you will be writing any more books in the series, or if it’s over??
Honore Pirret
I’ve read all your books except for this one!! I can’t wait to read it! 🙂
Montana
I’ve read all of her series and I love all the characters. I love how all the stories are connected it really adds to the stories. You really see the characters grow.☺☺