A Year With Geno (via my author friend Annette Drake)


On this writing journey, I’ve met all kinds of wonderful people. In particular, I’ve come to know authors in many different genres. Annette Drake is one of these authors, and she has a terrific, sweet contemporary romance with a single mom and hot military man that I wanted to share with you. Enjoying a sample of A Year with Geno!



Single-mom Caroline Taylor wants nothing more than to make a home for her two young sons in Eagle River, Alaska. The only problem: an eviction notice.

When the perfect rental falls through again, she and her boys move in with Air Force Sgt. Geno D’Antoni and his two teenage sons. It’s only for a year, so she can polish her credit rating and save a down payment to buy a home. It’s a perfect plan.

Or not. When Geno stands up to Caroline’s bully of an ex-husband, he retaliates by suing for full custody. Then Geno’s ex-wife, spurned by her fiancé, moves back in. She wants Caroline out.


The tiny spark of passion between Caroline and Geno sputters and dies. Or does it? Maybe they had no chance with the chaos from their pasts eclipsing their future. So why does Caroline rush home to share all the details of her day with him? Why does Geno dream about her? And when exactly does your best friend become your future?

One thing’s for sure: it’s gonna be a heck of a year!

Cover art


After her shift ended, she picked Charlie and Bobby up from school, and they drove to the address. The sun was setting, but there was just enough light for Caroline to make out the house. The driveway hadn’t been plowed, so she parked her car on the street.

She tried to hide her disappointment from her boys. Discarded hubcaps, tires and a broken chair were heaped on the front porch. The front door looked as though only the frost held it in place. A car on blocks occupied most of the driveway.

Leaving the motor running, she told the boys to stay inside where it was warm, and she climbed out to go peek in the windows. She stepped lightly on the hard-packed snow. Climbing the three steps to the front porch, she saw no lights on in the house, but she knocked on the front door anyway. When she did, a hound bayed at the house next door.

When she peered through the dirty windows, any sliver of optimism died. Caroline saw overflowing black trash bags, a pile of clothes and more broken furniture in the living room. One of the ceiling panels hung at a precarious angle.

“Wow. What a dump,” she said aloud.

“Can I help you?” a tall, dark-haired man asked.

Caroline screamed. “Oh, my God! You scared me!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Well, you did!” she yelled at him. Her rapid breathing made plumes of vapor in the cold air. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to sneak up on people?”

“I’m sorry. I’m leery when people stop at this house, with all the trouble we’ve had from these neighbors. I’m sorry.”

He extended his hand, and Caroline looked into his brown eyes. She saw his apology was sincere. She thought she was tall at two inches shy of 6 feet, but he towered above her.

“I’m Geno D’Antoni. I live in the house next door. I heard my dog barking, and I was afraid these folks came back.”

“Caroline Taylor,” she said, shaking his hand. “I was considering leasing this house, but it looks so run down.”

“It is run down. So, they’re trying to rent it now, huh? I think the city might have a problem with that, considering how clogged-up the septic tank is.”

Geno stepped off the porch to the bottom of the short stairwell. Caroline turned her back on the house and slowly stepped off the cluttered porch, her hands extended as though to balance herself on the slippery wood. She reached for the wrought iron banister but it was shakier than she was.

“Can I help you?” he asked, offering his hand.

“No, I made it up here, I can make it down.”

She stepped onto the top step, and her right foot shot out from under her. She fell down the steps and landed on top of Geno, knocking them both into the snow.

“Oof!” he cried.

Caroline stood up as quickly as she could. “I’m so sorry. Let me help you up.”

She reached for him, and he gave her his hand. She helped to pull him up.

“Oh my God, you’re heavy,” she said, starting to laugh.

“You’re not exactly a petite flower yourself, missy.”

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled before she doubled up with laughter. Finally, she stood and said, “I’m sorry. I’m just having the worst week.”

“It’s okay. Is there anything I can do?” he asked.

“No. No, but thanks for the warning about the house.”

She turned and faced the sagging front porch. “I’m an optimist by nature, but not even I could find much to be hopeful about with this place, especially if the septic tank isn’t up to code.”

“That’s just one of many problems. The last tenants tore this house up pretty good. You can do better. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

He walked to her car and opened her door.

“Is it nice inside, Mom?” Charlie asked.

“Does it have a fireplace?” Bobby asked.

“I’ll tell you guys all about it,” she said, climbing into the car. “Thanks, again,” she said to Geno, looking up into his brown eyes. He shut her door. Driving away, Caroline glanced in her rearview mirror. She saw Geno wave as she drove away.


You can purchase the Kindle edition of A Year With Geno for only 99 cents November 24-30 at Amazon:  



*And here’s a word from Annette on the background of writing this wonderful romance:

I started writing A Year with Geno back in November of 2005. It was one of those books I typed away at fast and furiously and then slogged along on until I finally ran out of steam.

When my debut novel, Celebration House, was published, the question became, well, what am I going to write next? I found my answer when I stumbled onto one of my journal entries. This one was dated Jan. 9, 2006:

“To begin with, I feel a certain amount of doubt that I will ever finish this novel. It’s not the novel in itself that I doubt; it’s my own ability to actually finish what I start…”

Energized by those words, I began rewriting the chapters I wrote eight years prior. I shared scene after scene with the members of my weekly critique group and was pleasantly surprised at how well the pages were received.

But the true inspiration to finish this book came from one of the main characters: Geno.

Before this novel, I always wrote from the woman’s perspective because, uh, I’m a woman. But when I opened my heart and heard Geno’s voice? Wow! That was a gift. I don’t think I would have finished the book without it. I’m so grateful to that character, to Geno, for speaking to me, for giving me the answers to the puzzles I couldn’t solve armed with only Caroline’s perspective.

And some of the characters in this book are so funny. Or at least I hope they are. There are a few scenes I wrote and man, I felt so intensely happy when I wrote them. It was like a drug. Only legal. And free.

So, I hope A Year with Geno finds a home in the hearts of those who read it. I hope readers hum Neil Diamond songs and add “Visit Alaska to climb Mt. Baldy” to their bucket list. I hope they reread it every Thanksgiving holiday.

That’s what Geno and I both hope.

Happy Thanksgiving Day and God bless.



Annette Drake is a multi-genre author whose work is character-driven and celebrates the law of unintended consequences.

A Year with Geno, her contemporary romance set in Eagle River, Alaska, was released on summer solstice, June 21st.

Annette’s second novel, Bone Girl, premiered in March from Baskethound Books and is available in ebook, print and audiobook. Her debut novel, Celebration House, was published last August by Tirgearr Publishing.

Now, Annette turns her attention to regaining her sanity and writing the two sequels to Celebration House. Both books are slated for publication in 2015.

She left high school after two years to obtain her GED and attend Truman State University in Kirksville, Missouri, where she earned a degree in journalism. Annette worked as a reporter and editor for newspapers in Missouri and Kansas from 1987 to 1993. After earning a bachelor of science in nursing in 1994, she worked in hospitals in Missouri, Alaska and Washington before returning her focus to writing.

Annette makes her home in Spokane, Washington. A member of the Inland Northwest Writers Guild and Spokane Authors & Self Publishers, she loves libraries, basset hounds and bakeries. She does not camp. Much.

Stay in touch with Annette via:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AnnetteDrakeBooks?ref=hl

Twitter: https://twitter.com/annettedrake13

Website: http://annettedrake.com/


About laurenlinwood

I'm a romance author who loves reading, movies, music, and sports. Connect with
This entry was posted in Writing and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s