Maya Collins has lived through more than her share of heartbreak—losing both her parents as a child and then her husband tragically years later. It shattered everything she believed in about happiness. But now, with Hawk by her side and a miracle baby on the way, the social media assistant has come to trust in second chances.
When a sudden death rocks the Brannigans, Maya feels the tug of past grief and its lingering pain. Amid the family mourning, a dangerous situation causes an immediate and long-term threat to the beautiful future she is building. Maya must ignore the feeling of the walls closing in and the pleas of those around her in order to protect all she holds dear—even if it means risking her own life.
Set against the backdrop of the country music world, Every Day You & Me is the powerful continuation of Maya and Hawk’s emotional journey in the bestselling novel Every Mile a Memory. Poignant and realistic, it is a story of resilience, healing, and familial love … and a reminder that you should fight for what matters but understand you aren’t always in charge of where life takes you.
EXCERPT:
“Maya … Mai, don’t get up.”
I did, though. “I would go into that barn five thousand more times to make sure you were okay. Let … let …” I was so mad knowing he would belittle my feelings and that he thought I would not fight for him.
“Maya, sit! Come back here. Don’t b—”
As I started walking or pacing or something that allowed movement from feeling confined—despite being outside—it occurred to me that I couldn’t feel my blood pressure any longer. But immediately after, I realized that probably wasn’t a good thing. I wasn’t feeling anything. It was almost a numbness. Well, besides the consistent irritation in my lungs.
I had to bend over. The coughing episode that ensued was too much—too much on my chest and even my ability to catch my breath. I lost all manners and didn’t even attempt to cover my mouth. Instead, I had one hand on my upper torso and the other on my baby bump.
“Maya! Shit!” As Hawk swooped me up in his arms, he beckoned out to the EMTs, “Get me the damn stretcher,” and all I could think was, Please make this stop.