“This novel deserves every award it got… an incredible redemption story that’s both lighthearted and sincere.” —Talk Supe

“Wow!!! What a great story! I highly recommend this book!” —Curling Up With a Good Book

“The title says it ALL! The girls really do love Travis Walker, but how can you not, after reading this book!” —Book Groupies

“I loved this story so much…. I can’t wait to see what other books the author has to offer us.” —The Lovely Books

“I cannot tell you how much I adored [Travis’s] character. I just can’t. ” —Book-Marks the Spot

“AMAZING! …. This book pulled at my heartstrings like you wouldn’t believe.” —Bookworm Betties

“I couldn’t stop turning the pages…. All the characters were great and I couldn’t  get enough of them.” —Comfort Books

“It was so fun to read . . . [I couldn’t] help but fall in love with Travis right from the start.” —Between the Pages

“This book was an emotional roller coaster ride filled with realism, hard truths, and beautiful moments of growth….The author really nailed this book and I can’t wait to read more from her.” —A Southern Girl Reads

Enjoy an excerpt from Girls Love Travis Walker

In Trouble

Only fifteen minutes since I’d entered the halls of Perdido High School and already the beady eye of authority was upon me. I hadn’t even done anything wrong.

Yet.

“Travis!” Ms. Valenzuela called out to me from the door of the guidance office. Although she was getting old, maybe into her early forties, she hadn’t let herself go. She had great legs, which were hidden today by her lime green pants.

“Yo.” I loped over and unleashed a grin that combined sincere remorse for my failings with my irresistible charm.

She pursed her lips. “Don’t start with me, Travis.”

I led the way to her office and took my usual chair while she sat at the desk across from me. “New picture,” I said, nodding to the updated photo of her two daughters. “Kelsi and … Julianne, right?”

She struggled to keep back a smile. “Yes, Travis. Those are their names.”

“Fifth and seventh grade, right?”

“Yes, Travis.” Now she was smiling for sure.

Maybe it was my blue-green eyes, or maybe my granite abs, but I could always get women to smile at me.

Ms. Valenzuela opened my folder. “Six more absences since your last visit to my office. Plus numerous missed homework assignments. You’re this close to suspension.” She held up her thumb and index finger a millimeter apart.

“I have to work, Ms. Val,” I said. “Gotta get ahead, you know.” I had a promising position as a bus boy at Jake’s Burgers.

“How many hours are you working these days?”

“As many as I can get, whenever I can get ‘em.”

“You can’t cut back?” She knew she couldn’t push me that hard. My family’s sudden move to Los Angeles in November of my junior year, coupled with my erratic attendance at Perdido High, had screwed up my graduation credits. With all my former classmates in college, I was starting my senior year, again, at age nineteen.

“I can’t get weekend shifts at Jake’s,” I told Ms.Val.

She didn’t like me working there, but she should just be glad I wasn’t following in the path of my father, who knocked over a convenience mart a year ago and ended up in prison for armed robbery. Mom had gone to visit him, but I refused. He could rot there for all I cared.

“You’ve got one school year left to graduate. I want to see you get that high school diploma, Travis. Or a GED at least.” Between her fingers, she rolled a pen. It was the cheap kind the school district bought that wrote for about five minutes before it crapped out on you.

“Yeah, well, we’re about to get evicted,” I said, “so that’s kind of rearranged my priorities.”