Emma isn’t so good at the whole life-coaching thing. Her first client ended up with a broken heart and is threatening to relapse in her bad habits. Now Emma has problems of her own to deal with, and all those problems start with one name: Justin.
Justin is her best friend, so it’s hard for Emma not to feel betrayed when she suspects he is falling for her childhood rival. And she knows she’s losing him despite her best efforts. No matter how much she tries, she keeps running up against obstacles. How is she supposed to help other people when she’s drowning in her own failures?
Fans of Jane Austen’s Emma will love this modern retelling of the classic romance novel. Fall in love with Emma’s latter-day tale of redemption, forgiveness, and the quest for true love.
A sweet story, well written and fun, Emma will have you smiling cover to cover. I’ve never read Jane Austen’s version of this tale but I am familiar with the premise, and I love that Jamison made Emma an aspiring life coach. Only it doesn’t take long for Emma to learn that meddling in the lives of others based on her own misguided assumptions, not to mention, scant training, can quickly turn disastrous. Questioning her ability to finish any one goal she’s set for herself, much less achieve her dream of coaching individuals toward a better life, Emma stumbles along making one wrong turn after another. But as she discovers through her life coach training, sometimes we have to make a few wrong choices before we can learn how to make the right ones.
This is an LDS Christian fiction and is very Mormony. So if you’re not a fan of this genre don’t download this book, “waste” your time reading it, and then go on Goodreads and trash it . . .
Oh, um, wait. I’m projecting. My bad =D
Anyway, if you ARE a fan of LDS fiction and want a fast-paced story with plenty of twists and turns, and laugh-out-loud moments, plus a romantically happy ending, then this is the fun summer read for you.
About the Author
Rebecca grew up in Virginia. She attended Brigham Young University, where she earned a BA and MA in English with an emphasis in creative writing. In between college and graduate school, she served a mission to Portugal and Cape Verde.
Rebecca enjoys running, dancing, reading, and watching detective shows. She and her husband have six children.
You can learn more about her at www.rebeccahjamison.com
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Read an Excerpt:
It was amazing how much more snow Phil could pick up with his shovel than I could with mine. He cleared three feet of the driveway before I was done with one.
“When we’re done, if you have time, you should come in and meet Harri. I think you two will get along.”
Phil stopped and looked at his watch. “I’m planning to do a couple more driveways before it gets dark.”
“I’ll go get Harri now if you’re in a hurry. She wants to meet you.”
Phil leaned on his shovel. “Harry is a she?”
“Her real name is Harriet. She moved here a couple months ago and she’s hardly met anybody. I think you’ll like her.”
Phil threw his head back, laughed, and started shoveling again. “I thought you were trying to introduce me to your new boyfriend.”
“You think I would be out here shoveling snow while my new boyfriend stays inside?” I grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at him. I didn’t mean to hit him in the face, but that’s where it landed.
Phil wiped the snow off his face and grinned. “I wondered why you were dating such a loser.” I expected him to throw a snowball at me, but he just stood there. “So you don’t have a boyfriend?”
I giggled a little at his awkwardness. “Nope. Harri doesn’t either.”
Phil threw another shovelful of snow away from the driveway. “So you . . . I mean, you and your friend are . . . available?” Phil didn’t open his mouth enough when he talked. That was the one thing about him that always distracted me. I couldn’t help staring at his mouth.
I had to force myself to look into his eyes. “Why is that a shock, Phil? Every woman in that house right now is available. You can take your pick—Harri, me, or Barbara. You’re surrounded by single women.” It was safe to assume Phil wouldn’t pick me. I was at least three inches taller than he was, and it was a rare man who dated a taller woman.