A Singing Bird Will Come

A Singing Bird Will Come

What if one choice changed everything—and love was the only way forward?

Claire Jordan’s life appears effortless from the outside: a successful career, a powerful Hollywood boyfriend, and a Christmas Eve proposal waiting on a Malibu beach. But when she follows her heart instead of accepting the future laid out for her, one reckless decision sets off consequences she never could have imagined.

Jay Avery is facing his own heartbreak. The founder of a rising cosmetics company, he is still reeling from the collapse of his marriage when a late-night knock at his door changes his life forever. Determined to protect himself from more pain, Jay isn’t prepared for the connection he feels when he meets Claire.

Drawn together by chance and bound by a sorrow neither fully understands, Claire and Jay begin to find hope in each other—from the beaches of Jamaica to the glamour of London and the energy of New York City. But when a mysterious painting reveals secrets tied to a tragic past, they are forced to confront the guilt, grief, and choices that shaped their lives.

Palpable, hopeful, and deeply romantic, A Singing Bird Will Come is a grown-up love story about second chances, forgiveness, and the courage it takes to believe in forever after heartbreak.

Order A Singing Bird Will Come today and discover a love story about fate, healing, and the moment when everything changes.

Excerpt from the book

Molly: Merry Bitch-mas ;)

Claire: Happy Ho-lidays ;)

Normally, the back-and-forth with Molly would have been enough to take the edge off. Their annual snarkfest. A cherished tradition with her oldest friend. A friendship that carried them through bad breakups, career detours, and a regrettable Christmas Eve on Austin’s Sixth Street involving a very drunk Molly, a Santa suit, and mistletoe held in questionable places.

But not tonight.

Claire stared at her phone screen, waiting for some degree of warmth and reassurance to kick in. Nothing came. Not an inkling of comfort. Just the hollow echo of a day that had veered wildly off script.

Molly: What did Calvin say about the job?

Claire: I haven’t told him yet.

Molly: WHAT? Girl. Just do it!

Claire: Excuse me, but my life is not a Nike commercial.

Molly: Chicken shit!

Claire: And THIS is why you’re always at the top of the Naughty List.

Molly: Santa likes it when I’m on top! ;)

Claire snorted and tossed her phone on the sofa. She reached for her Pinot, the cool glass chilling her fingers like a warning. Her gaze made another sweep of Calvin’s perfectly curated beach house. Like his opulent home back in Bel Air, it was all sharp lines and neutral tones, giving magazine spread. More Men’s Health than Esquire, if you took into account the ten-thousand-dollar rowing machine blocking the view from the best window. Ocean view and air conditioning—a win-win, Calvin had boasted, back when he and this relationship still felt like a good idea.

Two years in, Claire wasn’t so sure.

She locked on the fireplace on the opposite side of the room. The once-roaring fire had dwindled to a lazy smolder. How fitting. Mumbling expletives, she stoked the logs back to life, shoving the wrought-iron poker back on its stand with noisy force. The flames danced again, illuminating the room and further heating her Pinot-flushed cheeks. Her focus dropped to a tiny box tucked beneath the branches of the massive Noble Fir in the corner. The only remaining gift. Her insides twist with apprehension. In minutes, Calvin would join her, ready to sweep her up into what she guessed was every woman's fantasy. But Claire wasn't every woman, and the butterflies in her stomach now moved in time with the lights twinkling on his Christmas tree.

Down the hall, his laughter boomed through the house, echoing off polished-wood floors. A hearty laugh that usually made her smile, but not now. She noted the time on her vintage watch. "Five minutes, Claire. Time me," he'd promised. But his five minutes had long expired. Just another example of how their lives struggled to sync. They operated on different schedules and lived in different time zones. When he did manage to carve out time, it amounted to little more than a sliver. She pretended it didn't bother her, but deep down it did.