Happy Release Day to Jiffy Kate! The Other One is an emotionally charged story you will not want to miss. Check out more about this new release and read Tina’s Thoughts and an excerpt from the story. Don’t miss it!

They are two strangers, struggling from day to day—one trying to overcome the past, while the other hides behind it.

Just when Tripp Alexander thinks he has everything figured out and nothing can stop him, a swift dose of reality plants his feet firmly on the ground. Maybe a little too close to six feet under.

Loren Jenson knows heartache. Circumstances from her past have tarnished her outlook on life, making her feel like her future has been pulled out from under her. That is, until a boy with deep green eyes and a shy smile falls into her life, bringing with him a connection she can’t deny.

Will they be able to trust enough to share their secrets and accept one another, despite what they’ve been through? Or will the truth about their pasts derail the chance fate has handed them?

How do you allow yourself to live out the life set before you when you are the other one?

You can grab your copy The Other One today on Amazon! Don’t miss this fantastic new release from Jiffy Kate! 

Jiffy Kate is in the running for best writing duo in my book. Their stories bleed beauty and heart. The Other One is a tale that is emotionally charged and stunning. Loren and Tripp stole my heart! When I started reading this book I was excited to see where Jiffy Kate would take me. I know that it would be well written and could not wait to see what they had in store. I was not disappointed. This book was amazing. One of the things I loved about it was the way the story is presented. Tripp has gone through something tragic and as a result is dealing with recovery from a brain injury. We meet him about half a year post trauma and see a man that is struggling to keep it all together. When flashbacks happen from his past, moments we experience with him as he remembers, it shares who he was before everything happened. The Tripp from then and the Tripp now is starkly different, and the way we meet the man, as he speaks and thinks in the past and present, is brilliant. The execution of the before and after in this story is so well written. You see his struggle to grasp at things in day to day to life. You see who he was before and it shares the cocky swagger he no longer exudes. Not only is his personality different, but the way his thought processes are written allows us to see his struggle for even the tiniest details of his life. His tone and personality is in stark contrast between then and now, and being able to see both sides creates a connection between the reader and the story. Knowing who he was and who he now is makes his character all the more endearing and his story that much more rich.

The Other One shares an emotional story that might have been heavy and depressing but Jiffy Kate takes the book and gives the readers hope in a hard place. Loren and Tripp have both experienced different kinds of tragedy but from the very beginning, these two have been connected by their past and obvious pain. When hurt and anger surfaces, they push into the pain and create a moment of peace. The things that makes this book stand out is that it is so hopeful. There are plenty of emotionally gut wrenching stories out there these days, ones that will engross your soul and leave you spent. The Other One takes that pain and shows the healing process. The Tripp and Loren we meet in the beginning is very different from the ones at the end. They are constantly moving and that fact makes this book something great.

If you have read other books by Jiffy Kate, know that this one if different and a bit more introspective. It is equally as well written and developed but it is a different feel from the duo. It shows a more emotional side, one that is deep in transformation. Don’t miss this story. It is exactly what I wanted to read!

From the belly of the kitchen, the chime on the front door can be heard, signaling a customer’s arrival. It’s then I realize I’m still standing in the spot Wyatt left me. Everyone else is busy with their jobs, zipping around, oblivious to my presence. So, I turn my gaze to my feet and walk back through the swinging doors.

As I pass through to the dining area, movement catches my attention. Wanting a glimpse at what my job will be like, I pause; thinking a waiter or waitress will be coming any second. Turning my head just a little, I watch as a young woman slides into a booth, all the way to the inside as if she’s making room for someone to sit next to her. Her eyes are focused on the window, never looking down or at a menu, and I can’t help but stand there and stare at her.

A throat clears, making me jump, and I don’t know if I should feel relieved or embarrassed to see Wyatt standing behind me.

“She’s a regular,” he tells me, looking over at the same girl. “She comes in every Thursday and sits in that same booth, but she doesn’t order or say much. We just leave her be.”

“Okay,” I say as Wyatt leaves me standing. For some reason, my eyes are still on the girl. It seems like a strange thing for someone to do—come and sit at a café, but never order anything—but I’m sure she has her reasons, and to be honest, I’m happy to know I’ll have at least one easy customer.

I can do this.

As I head for the front door, I give my future non-customer one last glance. I expect her to continue staring out the window, so when she turns around and our eyes meet, it catches me off guard. My body freezes—not just because she makes eye contact or for the fact that she’s beautiful, but also because I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes quite as sad as hers. They’re dark and deep and full of unshed emotion. Something about them—her—makes my heart clench. I haven’t had a reaction like this to a girl in a long time. The feeling practically levels me.

Quickly, I turn away, averting my gaze back to the floor and forcing my feet forward. The second my hand is on the doorknob, my pulse begins to race, and beads of sweat break out on my forehead, sure signs of a panic attack looming over me like a ticking time bomb.