You Are Here
By Liz Fichera
3/5
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About this ebook
Every year, Harlequin's More Than Words award is given to three real-life heroines, women whose courage and vision have helped change people's lives for the better. Once again, three bestselling Harlequin authors have written stories inspired by these remarkable women.
In You Are Here, sixteen-year-old Jennifer Whitman wishes she could just disappear. After her father's death, her family lost everything, including their home and comfortable way of life. With the help of a local charity, they've relocated to downtown Phoenix. But Jenn has unfinished business back in Paradise Valley.
Sixty-six days ago, Jenn fell in love with seventeen-year-old cowboy William Finnigan and then he shattered her heart. She's been avoiding him ever since. But if Jenn wants to reclaim her beloved horse, she'll have to stop running. Jenn needs to face Finn one last time so she can put her past behind her and truly start over.
Look for all three ebooks inspired by real-life heroines: Red at Night by Katie McGarry, You Are Here by Liz Fichera and The Gift of a Good Start by Earl Sewell.
Liz Fichera
Liz likes to write stories about ordinary teens who do extraordinary things. Born in Park Ridge, Illinois, Liz moved to the American Southwest after college, never expecting to live more than one year among cactus and people who'd never seen snow. She was wrong. To learn more, please visit www.LizFichera.com.
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Reviews for You Are Here
9 ratings3 reviews
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Had me crying tears of laughter
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Well-written to the point where the book suddenly... stopped. Short. Heroine and hero re-meet again and then... the book ends abruptly like a door slamming in your face, stubbing your nose. What gives?!
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5For being a very short story, this book was incredibly substantial.This book touched the topic of homelessness and financial instability. It was very heartbreaking and impacting seeing Jen and her family go through this. The pain of losing your home is unimaginable, but somehow Liz Fichera manages to capture that feeling and convey it accordingly. I could sympathize so much with the characters and it was definitely very difficult seeing them go through that.A second ago life might have seemed normal. But now we remembered just how far from normal we really were. We were all one step away from shattering into a million pieces.I am so incredibly happy that this WASN'T about a romance, but about Jen and her need to discover herself and overcome this especially difficult situation.However, Finn was so cute! He's the love interest, and in this short little novella this cowboy managed to steal my heart. <3I also recommend you check out the foundation this book is writing for. Jubilee Women’s Center is a wonderful organization that helps women get through very difficult times. I loved learning about it.My only disappointment is the fact that it was so short. This book captured my attention and made me want to read so much more. One thing’s for sure though: I’m definitely going to search for other Liz Fichera books.
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You Are Here - Liz Fichera
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Yesterday
The fluorescent-orange flyers were everywhere and each one had my picture on it. They were taped to utility poles and bus stops and mailboxes. I found them inside grocery stores and on corkboards in coffee shops. There was even one stapled on a crowded bulletin board right above the free real-estate magazines at the Circle K in my new neighborhood. The bright paper drew people like horses to water. And to think I could have almost bumped into him inside the Circle K while he was papering my world. I shuddered to think that only five minutes or an hour ago, we shared the same air.
Bright flyers littering neighborhoods usually asked for help finding a lost puppy or kitten. This orange one always said the same thing right below my high school junior-year class picture, the one taken just five months ago. The one I gave him for his wallet. If you see Jennifer, please contact Finn immediately. No questions asked. Reward offered.
Followed by a familiar cell phone number.
But that was before.
I was no longer the Jennifer in that school photo with shoulder-length brown hair and eager eyes. I was light-years from that girl. Jennifer and I may have shared the same features but the distance reflected in our eyes could span continents. Now I went by my middle name, Abigail—Abby, my preference. And unlike a puppy or kitten, I wasn’t ready to be found. No, scratch that. I didn’t want to be found. Period.
So I ripped down the orange flyer from the board and stuffed it in my pocket. Then I pulled my gray hoodie over my head as people brushed my elbows with their gas receipts, lottery tickets and giant soda cups. I tightened the string on my hood even though the afternoon sun shimmered above the pavement like water. Then I walked outside and blended in with the traffic noise and car horns.
You’d think in Phoenix, the sixth largest city in the United States, it would be easy to disappear among two million people in a place with roads and highways that stretched forever in every direction, surrounded by enough wide-open desert to swallow up an ocean.
You’d be wrong.
Chapter 2
Sixty-Six Days Before
I was riding my quarter horse, Honey, in the corral when I spotted the boy looking in my direction, all six foot two of him. Again.
He’d been staring at me for the past few weeks and whenever I’d return his stare with a disinterested lift of my brow, he’d turn and pretend to be occupied with the intricacies of a rope knot or polishing a saddle. But I wasn’t blind.
His name was William Finnigan but everyone around here called him Finn. His family owned the Finnigan Boarding Stables, the place where we’d boarded since the day my parents surprised me with a horse for my twelfth birthday. Well, Honey really wasn’t a surprise. I’d begged my parents for a horse and riding lessons after I’d devoured Black Beauty. Back then, ask and you shall receive pretty much defined my reality. It turned out that horses weren’t a short-lived hobby for me. I loved Honey more than just about anything else, even school, after I got over my initial fear of getting bucked off.
I was guiding Honey between hay bales and over low exercise hurdles, feeling pretty feisty about my riding skills and happy that my newest suede cowboy hat stayed perfectly in place. There were two other riders in the corral, another kid younger than I was, struggling with an ornery black pony, and a woman as old as my mom, riding a gorgeous chestnut stallion, but there was plenty of riding room for everybody.
Finn stood outside the corral with the red barn behind him. It framed him like a postcard. In my periphery, he leaned against the white wooden fence that surrounded the corral, one dusty brown boot propped on the first slat. His tanned arms slung over the front of the fence, his biceps pressing against the slat. His cowboy hat hid his eyes and mop of blond hair but I knew his eyes were as piercingly blue as the desert sky. Funny how only a year ago I wouldn’t have given him a second thought. Somehow when I wasn’t looking, Finn had turned into a man.
I took a chance and rode closer to where he stood as I wove Honey in and around a line of hay bales. Maybe it was the way the corner of his mouth fought back a curious smile. Maybe it was the way he’d become bolder about staring at me. Maybe I was feeling braver, too, but I knew today had to be different. I rode so close that I could kick him in the head if I wanted to and knock some sense into him.
You wanna go for a ride?
Finn said, surprising me, when my boot got to within kicking distance.
My breathing hitched as I pulled back on the reins. Say what? After a respectable one one thousand, two one thousand, I answered. With who?
I said with Academy Award–worthy nonchalance, turning from side to side, as though another boy with an equally adorable smile would magically appear.
But Finn’s invitation pounded inside my chest.
He spread his arms. You’re looking at him.
My eyes narrowed. I wanted him to beg a little. Where would we ride?
Around here?
He said it as if I were crazy for asking. He tipped his hat higher on his forehead with a forefinger. I know trails that the rattlesnakes and roadrunners don’t know about.
Snakes don’t scare me.
Never said they did.
He crossed his arms and squinted up at me, waiting.
Where’s your horse?
I knew that he had two. They had their stalls on either side of Honey in the Finnigans’ barn. Sometimes Finn would muck their stalls at exactly the same time I mucked Honey’s but he never said a word to me when he worked, pretending I wasn’t around, no doubt, pretending to be Aloof Stable Guy. Finn had a tan stallion named Buster and a copper-colored quarter horse that he brought to rodeos most weekends. I’d overhear Finn and his little brother talking about them inside the barn, where everyone’s voices echoed, boasting about the barrel-racing medals he’d won or the team-roping ribbons. Sometimes I was pretty sure he talked loud enough so that I’d have no choice but to hear every detail. He’d even pin his ribbons to the walls in his stalls, which I supposed wasn’t all that unusual. The stalls belonged to his family and he could do whatever he wanted. But still. Of course, only if tortured would I ever freely admit that I watched all of his rodeo competitions on YouTube.
Got Buster all saddled and ready to go,
Finn said.
I scoffed. "What? So you figured I’d say yes?"
He flashed a smile, an unapologetic one this time. The kind that could curl my toes because of the mystery behind it. I wasn’t sure where his smile would take me but I definitely wanted to find out. Wasn’t expecting. Just hoping,
he said.
I waited another respectable ten seconds, hoping he’d squirm a little more.
Finn hooked his thumbs in his front belt loops, looking up at me with a tilt of his head.
Finally I said, Well, go get Buster. What are you waiting for?
I clucked to Honey and snapped the reins as Finn opened up the corral gate to let me out.
A smile broke across my face the