When Purple Rain comes on, Josie and I freeze. I pull her to me with my freehand and tell Noah to join us. This may not be the appropriate family song, but it’s a song that has deep meaning for Josie and me.
We sway to the music and I steal kiss or two from my wife, who has her chin resting on my shoulder. Our son has his arm around his mother and I hold our daughter in my arm. I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m certain this is what my kind of forever looks like.
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I never imagined this day – one where I’d write The End on a family of characters that I love dearly. These characters have shaped my life in ways I could only imagine and it’s hard letting go. Thankfully, they’ll live and always be a part of not only my life, but yours as well.
The Beaumont Series started with a picture and a ninety-minute email session with my best friend, confidant and beta extraordinaire, Yvette. I was writing another story and growing frustrated with it. Yvette suggested I take a break and write a story for NANO. Later that day, I saw this picture of a random guy and Liam was born. I came to her with a story of a guy who has returned to his hometown to make amends. What brought him back? Was the first question she ever asked about this story. His best friend died, was my answer. The title was: Returning Home.
For days I wrote, from sun up to sun down, ignoring everything and everyone around me, except Yvette. We brainstormed everything from names, is there a kid involved, and who do we see as Liam Page. During that time, the title changed to: Standing in Front of You. Once I was finished, I didn’t know what to do and ended up giving the manuscript to Jillian Dodd. Without her and Yvette, Forever My Girl would have never existed because I’m not sure I would’ve published it. This was in September of 2012.
From the moment I released Forever My Girl my life hasn’t slowed down. This is the little book that could and did, from hitting the USA Today Best Sellers List to selling my movie rights, each and every day this book makes me proud.
Fast forward to today. My Kind of Forever wasn’t supposed to happen. I never intended to go back to the beginning and bring it full force, but the love fans have for this series, it made sense.
I’d like to thank the following people because without them, The Beaumont Series would not have happen:
Yvette Rebello
Jillian Dodd
Sarah Hansen
Holly Donaldson
Fallon Clark
Cari Renee
Eric Heatherly
Jenn Sy
Stefne Miller
Carey Heywood
Traci Blackwood
LP Dover
Georgette Geras
Tammy Bertino
Emily Plice
Holly Malgieri
Amy Broom
Tammy Williams
Audrey Kay
Veronica LaRoche
Kelli Knechtly
The Beaumont Daily
Of course my inspiration:
Stephen Amell – Liam Page
David Beckham & Ryan Stevenson – Harrison James
Brandyn Farrell – Jimmy “JD” Davis
To every Blogger who has read, posted and talked about the series, I thank you!
A lot of have asked what happens next – well as I’ve said before, and I’ll say it again… the gang will be back when the kids have their own stories to tell.
Heidi is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author.
Originally from Portland, Oregon and raised in the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup, and their newest addition of a Highland Westie/Mini Schnauzer, JiLL.
During the day Heidi is behind a desk talking about Land Use. At night, she’s writing one of the many stories planned for release or sitting courtside during either daughter’s basketball games.
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“You found me.”
If there was ever a moment when I needed to keep my wits about me, it was now. But how could I do that when I wanted nothing more than to snap the man’s neck in front of me; to make him bleed like he did the families he murdered.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?” I spat through clenched teeth. His file flashed through my mind, the pictures of the carnage he left behind . . . those children. My blood boiled.
He was poised, ready to fight to the death by the look in his eyes. “I guess it was only a matter of time.”
His name was Michael Bruxton, a computer analyst with skills matching my own. But he had a sick hobby that cost the lives of three families over the past two weeks. I spent day and night searching for him, and now I found the bastard.
We circled each other in the rundown, abandoned warehouse he’d holed up in while on the run. On the floor were tokens he stole from his victims. The baby doll with a bright pink dress caught my attention first. My whole body shook with rage. “How could you do it, you sick fuck?”