Monday, Sunday by Fenton Grace

Fenton GraceMonday, Sunday by Fenton Grace:

Publisher: Hanover Press (May 4, 2015)
Category: Women’s Fiction, Literary, Contemporary, with a Noir edge
ISBN: 978-0-9961534-0-9
Tour Date: August/September, 2015
Available in: Print & ebook, 287 Pages

Set in a small town in Colorado, Monday, Sunday tells the enthralling story of Laney Secord.  She is a 32-year-old single mother who finds herself attracted to a 16-year-old Eagle Scout, Christopher.  Unable to accept her feelings, Laney becomes involved with Christopher’s father, Bill.  In the course of a week, a romantic triangle envelops the trio and changes their lives in ways in which none of them could have imagined.

A gripping story of a complex woman at a crossroads in her life. A woman who is determined to rediscover herself.  She becomes powerfully aware that every decision she makes could mean life or.. death.

“In this beautifully written and compelling novel, author Fenton Grace explores the consequences of flawed choices, the nature of betrayal and forgiveness, and the boundaries of sexual attraction.” Noah, Book Reviewer

Excerpt:

He took a step to the left, as if to adjust his stride.  “I’m Christopher.  Christopher Hendrickson.”  His voice cleaved onto every syllable of his name, hammering the consonants as if banging nails into wood studs.  A small pimple graced the center of his forehead, where his bangs parted.  The pimple probably bothered him, but she found it endearing:  a touch of purity, of innocence.

“Do you go to Plainview High?” she asked.

“Yes, I’m a junior.”

“How do you like it?”

“It would be even better if I was a senior.”  His eyes danced.

She could tell he was joking.  She gave him a quick grin.

His footsteps followed quietly behind her down the hall.  He reminded her of Jay, though not physically.  Even at his young age he was taller and more muscular.  Yet they had the same easygoing, reassuring manner.

She turned, noticing that his eyes seemed to be searching over her, but was he actually looking at her or at the small, still-life watercolor on the wall behind her?

They reached the kitchen.  “Are your son and husband home?” he asked.

Why did he want to know?

About Fenton Grace:Fenton Grace

Fenton Grace was born and raised in New England.  She graduated from Brown University with a degree in French.  She enjoys playing piano, tennis, and keeping in shape with Pilates.  She’s worked in the entertainment industry at several television and movie studios in a variety of business services roles.  Happily married for 17 years, she is the proud mother of two kids and currently lives in beautiful Southern California.  Monday, Sunday is her first novel.

Website: www.FentonGrace.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/fentongraceus

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