Release Day for The Dream (The Creek Water Series #4) by Whitney Dineen

Love this Author, and this is the last in her brilliantly funny stories.

The Dream (The Creek Water Series #4) by Whitney Dineen releases today in the Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance genre.

Ashley has loved the same boy since high school. She knew Davis Frothingham was special even before he championed her at her senior prom. She also knew he was completely out of her league.

Years later, her attraction for him is still there, but Davis? He doesn’t even remember her.

When Ashley is tasked with being the nurse for Davis’ terminally ill grandmother, she’s thrown back into his world. More than anything, she wants him to remember her, but that recollection could come at a price of its own.

Can Ashley accept that she’s good enough for Davis? And can Davis learn to love a girl from the wrong side of the tracks?

Find out in this delightfully fun romcom about love and life in Creek Water, Missouri!


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I crawl into bed after saying goodbye to Lee and am just closing my eyes when my phone rings. It’s Davis again. “Hey,” I answer.

“Hey, yourself,” he says. “How did it go? Did my mom leave right away?”

“She stayed for two hours. She brought me supper.”

“I’m so sorry. She really is a good person, but she’s just pushy as the day is long. It’s the main reason I don’t tell her everything going on in my life.”

I suddenly feel protective of Lee and wonder how in the world Davis can feel smothered by her love. I would give my right arm to have someone care about me that much. “We watched a movie together,” I tell him. “We had fun.”

He seems momentarily at a loss for words, so I add, “I think your mom is great.”

“Really?” he sounds shocked. “I mean, good. That’s good. I’m glad you’re not mad or anything.”

“I talked to my supervisor at work today.” I let the statement linger between us before adding, “She says she never gave you my address.”

“I Googled it,” he confesses. “It sounded kind of stalkerish and creepy to tell you that up front.”

“It sounded stalkerish and creepy that you asked my boss,” I reply. 

“Huh. I thought it was way cooler than telling you I was cyber-stalking you.”

I laugh out loud before asking, “Why are you calling now?”

“I just wanted to make sure you survived Hurricane Lee. I’m glad you had a nice time.”

“I did, thanks. Your mom’s beef wellington is out of this world.”

“She brought you leftovers?” he asks, surprised. Then he informs me, “I called her this morning to see if I could pick some up after work, and she told me there weren’t any.”

“I guess she likes me more than she likes you,” I tease. 

“Now, that’s just mean. Seriously though, she lied to her own son. I’m hurt.”

“Well, I’m full,” I tell him. Then I take the phone with me back to bed and crawl under the covers. I turn on the speaker and place it on the pillow next to me before closing my eyes. 

“How was your day?” Davis asks, changing the subject. It’s almost like he’s lying in bed next to me. A delicious heat flows through me.

“My day was good. Your cousin Emmie came in to see your grandmother, and I had a nice talk with her.”

“What else?” he wants to know.

“One of my patients pinched my butt before telling me he wanted to take me to the drive-in.”

“What did you say to that?”

“I told him that as soon as he was feeling up to it, I’d be happy to take him.”

“Lucky dog,” Davis says. His comment fills me with pure joy.

“How was your day?” I bravely ask.

“Busy. Jessica came into my shop and ordered a bunch of stuff for one of her clients. She’s an interior designer,” he needlessly informs me. 

I’m suddenly blindsided by feelings of jealousy. I somehow manage to reply, “That’s nice.” Although I don’t mean it. “Is she an old friend of yours?” 

This would be the perfect time for him to come clean and say, “Don’t you remember her from high school? You must know that we dated.” But he doesn’t. Either he really doesn’t remember me, or he wants to perpetuate that image for some reason. 

What he says is, “We were in school together our whole lives.” His tone makes it seem like they were never anything special to each other. 

“She seemed pleasant,” I offer in the same way I’d declare, “I love getting a bikini wax,” or “Snails on ice cream is my favorite.”

Neither one of us says anything right away but the quiet isn’t awkward. I like having Davis to myself like this. I wish I could just fall asleep listening to him breathe next to me. He finally offers, “I guess I’d better let you go. You must be beat.” 

“I am a little tired,” I tell him. “Thanks for calling.”

“Sure thing. I’ll pick you up on Sunday at the same time.”

“Sounds great.” I wonder how I’m going to go the whole week without seeing him. “Good night then.”

“Goodnight,” he says but he doesn’t hang up. I don’t either.

A couple of minutes later, I ask, “Are you still there?”

“Yup,” he answers.

“Why didn’t you hang up?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I guess I dozed off for a minute,” I lie. 

“Are you in bed?”

AUTHOR BIO:Whitney loves to laugh, play with her kids, bake, and eat french fries — not always in that order.

Whitney is a multi-award-winning author of romcoms, non-fiction humor, and middle reader fiction. Basically, she writes whatever the voices in her head tell her to. 

She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, Jimmy, where they raise children, chickens, and organic vegetables.

Gold Medal winner at the International Readers’ Favorite Awards, 2017.

Silver medal winner at the International Readers’ Favorite Awards, 2015, 2016.

Finalist RONE Awards, 2016.

Finalist at the IRFA 2016, 2017.

Finalist at the Book Excellence Awards, 2017

Finalist Top Shelf Indie Book Awards, 2017
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