Author Julie Johnson Novels & Stories

No response. "JULIAN!"

she said softly, her voice carrying a light, teasing warmth. Julian turned slowly, leaning his lower back against the reinforced glass. He really looked at her, taking in the loose knit of her oversized sweater, the way the ambient light caught the ink smudges on her fingers, and the fierce, independent spirit that refused to be swallowed by the scale of his old world.

My memories, once shattered by Emily’s accident, are weaving together—Julian’s touch, his promises, the night we created Lily and each one feels like a word on a page, writing me whole again. Julian enters, carrying a tray of tea and toast, his dark hair catching the light, his blue eyes warm with a quiet joy that makes my heart flutter. He’s in a simple sweater, his strength understated, and he sets the tray beside me, glancing at the journal. “Writing to Lily?” he asks, his voice low, a smile curving his lips as he pulls a chair close, sitting beside me.

Julie entered the bathroom in a hurry. She didn’t want to miss anything. Julie wanted Hugh Dawson, the artist, to see her as acceptable. Who’d been sweet enough to do her book covers for nothing but only for her mention that he’d created them for her? She mentioned every time he made the covers for her. With three books published, his name appeared on each cover as the cover’s creator, beneath her name as the author. Tonight, Hugh wanted to unveil publicly the cover of her fourth book for her to thank her for the exposure of her books gave his work. Rising Tides and Passions Voyage, was her latest novel, a second chance romance of two single people on a couple’s cruise. Julie was nervous he’

I swear they’re a gift sent straight from the Goddess. After our meal, Julia arrives at the house with pamphlets balanced in her hands. She gives me a wide grin as she comes inside. “I spent the afternoon gathering some information about some nearby kindergarten programs,” she informs me as we go to the table. “I figured you could use the help.” “Thank you,” I tell her as I take one of the pamphlets. Meanwhile, the babies are busy grabbing others. “Anything promising?” “Definitely,” Julia tells me. “All of them had very impressive teachers.”

“The entire concept sounds suspicious.” Victoria handed over the contract and her friend immediately began reading. Five minutes later her eyes were huge. Ten minutes later she was muttering to herself. Fifteen minutes later she looked offended. “As a writer.” Julie announced. “I absolutely love this.” Victoria groaned. “I knew you’d say that.” “This is incredible.” “It isn’t incredible.” “It is.” Julie pointed dramatically at the pages. “Rich billionaire.” “Julie.” She could tell where she was going with this.