Don’t Forget to Breathe

For most, breathing is second nature, automatic, instinctive. But for Jules Greene, a daily reminder is unfortunately necessary. Why, you ask?

For starters, her highly dysfunctional family taught her at a young age that an excessively large bank account and a high ranking role in Atlanta society makes everyone either completely unsuspecting of a family’s deep, dark secrets, or they just don’t give a damn.

Secondly, when you work hard your entire life toward a certain goal, only to have your hopes and dreams smashed to bits the very first time you dare to put yourself out there...well, Jules knows firsthand that a blow like that to the ego will definitely leave you gasping for air.

And third, Jules happens to be madly, hopelessly, unrequitedly in love with her boss, whose devastatingly good looks and hidden charm manage to leave her breathless on a daily basis.

So, there you have it.

But now at twenty-four, Jules is tired of everything being one-sided. She’s tired of being scared, and she’s tired of living and doing everything for everyone else. Jules is finally ready to take a stand, but is she willing to lose everything she loves, everything she’s ever known, to finally start living her life on her own terms?

The answer is yes. She most certainly is.

This story contains adult language and adult situations. Not recommended for readers under the age of 18.

Melinda Harris was born and raised in the great state of Georgia. She adores living in the South, and although she lives for road trips, she has no plans to abandon her Southern roots any time soon. She graduated from the University of Georgia with a degree in Economics - don’t ask - and she now resides just outside of Atlanta with her loving husband, adorable son and a very grumpy Beagle named Herschel. Melinda is the youngest of four, and she loves and admires her siblings, just as a baby sister should. Her family is extremely large and extremely loud, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Forever a hopeless romantic, Melinda first knew she had it bad when her imaginary love affairs between Ken and Barbie rivaled the best of plot lines on her Nanny’s soap operas. Eons later, while on maternity leave with her son, she finally found the courage to put one of those fantasies down on paper. And within a few short months, her first novel was born. Melinda is still new to the world of writing, but she is certain she will always be humbled by the idea of anyone - excluding her mom, of course - wanting to read her books. However, she has become quite addicted to writing and the happy escape it provides, so she can only hope a few readers will enjoy her stories too. Because like her Southern roots, Melinda doesn’t plan to abandon her new happy place any time soon.