Rad-Reader:   Where did the idea for this book come from?

Taylor:  That's difficult to say! For me, one idea transforms into another, and another... I knew I wanted to write a story about a girl falling for her best friend's brother, so that's where it all started. But it transformed into a journey so much bigger than that. Sammie is not only challenged to drive across country with the boy she's always hated (her best friend's brother) but also to examine her life as she knows it. 

Rad-Reader:  Tell us some backstory on Sammie and Tristan that the Synopsis didn’t tell us.

Taylor:  Samantha's greatest fear is failure, so much so that she finds herself living a mediocre life, and contemplating giving up on her dreams of being an artist.
Tristan has always fallen easily into the role others have created for him. Jock, heartthrob, heartbreaker. It isn't until he gets to know Samantha, who has believed all these lies for so long, that he realizes he doesn't want to be known as that guy anymore.

Rad-Reader:  Why does Sammie dislike Tristan so much that her and Renee bond so well over it?

Taylor:  Sammie has always tried hard at everything, and Tristan is the exact opposite--everything has been handed to him on a silver platter. He's insanely popular, loved by everyone, and has done little to deserve it--other than be the star quarterback of his high school team. Early on, Samantha decides that she will not be wooed by his good looks and charm. Little does she know; this decision will create the strongest bond of her young life. With her best friend Renee. It’s through their shared hatred of Tristan, that Renee learns to trust. Because up until this point, the only people who tried to get close to Renee had another agenda. To get closer to her brother too.

Rad-Reader:  Why was it so important for Tristan to spend time with Sammie before he left for college?  Why wait till then?

Taylor:  On the outside, Tristan is the epitome of confidence. On the inside, his need for people to love him controls his every move. The fact that Sammie has never liked him, and for reasons, he's not even sure of, bugs the crap out of him.  She was the girl next door. The intelligent, sweet, creative friend of his little sister, yet she's hated him for as long as he can remember and he doesn't know why. In his last days before he goes off to college, he finds himself examining his life and self-worth, and tries to find the answers in Sammie.

Rad-Reader:  Why is Sammie so quick to think bad about Tristan when he has never done anything to her personally?  Yet, Steven has and she is with him?

Taylor:  Like a local celebrity, gossip spreads like wildfire about Tristan Montgomery, and Sammie has chosen to believe all of it.  Maybe because she expects it to be true? That he's a womanizer... that he leads a woman on and doesn't give a shit.  Or maybe it's self-preservation? Or preservation of the strongest relationship she's ever known. The one she has with Renee.

Rad-Reader:  Why did she decide to date Steven after all?

Taylor:  In spite of all of Steven's flaws, he loves Samantha. He has loved her since the day he met her. He's hard-working, and he's loyal. Can one really hope for more than that? Love, dedication, and someone who is sure to provide a stable future? The Boy I Hate examines this idea, and why maybe a safe road is not always the one that leads you to the best story.

Rad-Reader:  After her first kiss with Steven why did she ever date him?  She said there was no spark or feel like she did with Tristan.

Taylor:  Because he was safe. Because Tristan Montgomery opened up feelings she'd never known she possessed-- including hurt and a broken heart. If there was one thing she knew about Steven--he would love her always. And if there was one thing she knew about Tristan--he was not safe.

Rad-Reader:  Why has she stayed with Steven when she doesn’t love him in that way and he doesn’t support her and she knows it?  She knows Renee is right.

Taylor:  Samantha doesn't believe in the fairy-tale type of love, so not having that with Steven has been perfectly acceptable. He is stable, he is comfortable, and she's been with him so long that seeing her life apart from him is nearly impossible.  It isn't until her best friend falls in love and gets engaged in the blink of an eye, that Samantha examines her own life--and her safe
ideals for what love can be.

Rad-Reader:  Okay you have their first overnight stay in Utah from L.A.  That is one hell of a drive.  Have you ever driven that in one day?  Or did you just come up with a destination? And why that route?  Why not Route 66?

Taylor:  Ha! Yes, actually, I have! We're doing it again this summer, all five of us piling in my minivan on our way to a rental house in Vermont! While Route 66 would have had lots of awesome stops for Tristan and Samantha, their objective was to get to NY and by means of the fastest route possible.

Rad-Reader:  Do you think Renee knows something happened between her and Tristan since Sam always changed the subject when Renee brought him up?

Taylor:  Yes, I do. Maybe not the specifics, but she knows something happened, and possibly even when. I don't have any sure plans but telling Renee's story is something I'd like to do in the future.
Rad-Reader: Yay!

Rad-Reader:  Who is it that Tristan keeps calling or getting calls from?  Is Renee trying to get Sammie and Tristan together?  To get her away from Steven?

Taylor:  It is not Renee, though I fear saying more will give away some of the story. As far as Renee wanting to get Samantha away from Steven, I believe this is true. Even if only subconsciously.

Rad-Reader:  Why is Sammie so quick to be mean and mistrusting of Tristan?

Taylor:  Partly because she doesn't trust herself with him. He scares her, he makes her feel things no other man has, yet his reputation proves he has that effect on everyone.  In a way, she pushes him away from the very start, knowing deep down, that if she fell for a boy like him, he'd have the power to completely break her.

Rad-Reader:  When did Tristan fall in love with Sammie?  Why did he wait so long to tell her?  Back then and now?

Taylor:  Tristan has always found Sammie intriguing. Possibly because she never seemed to notice him--even on days when he specifically tried to get noticed. She never even snuck into his bedroom... which was something all of Renee's other friends were prone to do.  On the contrary, Sammie actually seemed to dislike him, and he wasn't even sure why!
On the night he set out to get answers, he was surprised to find a different side of her. He was able to convince her that there are two sides of every story, and eventually gained her trust, something he'd never had to work at before. People naturally liked him, naturally trusted him... but there was something that always bothered him about the fact. Earning Samantha’s trust, and possibly her love, was the most genuine thing he'd ever done.
I think Tristan fell in love with her out by the lake, but by being in the wrong place at the wrong time, it prevented him from acting on it early in their story. 
As far as later? There were many reasons: One, she had a boyfriend. Two, she's his little sister's best friend.  And Three, the whole story takes place in less than a week... so it's really not all that long when you think about it.

Rad-Reader:  What else is going on in Tristan’s life?  It seems like he's fighting himself or someone over the phone.  What’s up?

Taylor:  There is a lot going on in Tristan's world, including his attempt to hold it all together
with a shoestring. You find out more as the story progresses, though someday I might tell the story from his perspective!  Who knows! ;)
Rad-Reader: Funny you should say that because as you were reading I was saying I wish I could get it from his POV to know what the calls were about.

Rad-Reader:  Did Sammie hit send on that important message she sent to Steven before she ended up in the pool?

Taylor:  This very thing has happened to me so many times I can't count them anymore, and like Samantha, in my mind, I ALWAYS press send. The truth will never be known, however. Did I? Or did I just think I did?

Rad-Reader:  Do you really think Renee would have a problem now if Sammie and Tristan got together?  Especially, after almost a week of being together in a car cross country?

Taylor:  No, I don't think she would have a problem with it. Her problem came from the secrets they kept from her.

Rad-Reader:  Tristan didn’t ever just say no let’s just tell my family either time they got together.  Why is that?

Taylor:  He respected Samantha's wishes, and could see the delicate situation they found themselves in. 

Rad-Reader:  If your book was made into a movie who would you want to play…

Sammie:  Amanda Seyfried

Tristan:  Brett Young

Renee:  Aviva Mongillo

Phin:  Kyle Davey

Mark:  Luke Evans

Steven:  Chris Pine


Tristan:  This is hard! In my mind, Tristan is a young Chris Hemsworth! But maybe William Moseley?

Steven:  This is also hard!  But I like Rad-Reader's choice! Chris Pine!

Rad-Reader:  What song or songs best describes your couple or book as a whole?

“I Wish I’d Known – MacKenzie Porter”
When She got her first kiss ever from the most unlikely person ever.  If she would have just told her BFF how things could have been different.  5-hour car ride home changed everything.


“Do You Think About Me – Carrie Underwood”
After that night when things went wrong after coming back from the cabin and Tristan went off to college.


“Beauty of Who You Are (Live) – Marc Broussard”
After six years of not seeing her and missing her getting to drive her cross country with her.  Even if she is hating on him the whole time.


“Never Be The Same – Camila Cabello”
How Sam has always felt about Tristan from the minute he kissed her.  But never thought it would happen again.  When it does, it explodes again, over nothing that he will explain to her again.


“Sometimes I Cry – Chris Stapleton”
For six years he has lived with the fact that he could have possibly made the wrong decision that night they came back from the cabin.


“More of You – Chris Stapleton”
After snubbing her at the wedding & reception after her declaration he needs to let her know he made a big mistake.


Taylor:  Oh my gosh! First, I love all of your choices! Some I have never heard before but will be adding to my playlist ASAP!  Especially 'Beauty of Who You Are' by Marc Broussard.  
Due to my huge crush on Ed Sheeran however, I would have to choose one of his songs. For me, it's' Ed Sheeran's 'Perfect'.  The lyrics go like this:  Cause we were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was-- and for Tristan and Samantha, I feel this was part of their downfall.  Maybe if they were older and wiser, things wouldn't have worked out the same way after the lake house? 

Then later: We are still kids but we're so in love, fighting against all odds, I know we'll be alright this time. To me, this is Sammie and Tristan present day. They're older, still making mistakes, but determined to stay together.
And the chorus:  Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with your between my arms, barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song. To me, this symbolizes their faith in one another. Their willingness to close their eyes, allow themselves to be vulnerable, and dance, not knowing where their future leads them.

Rad-Reader:  How long did it take you to write this book?  Will there will a sequel to it?

Taylor:  So far, each book I have written has taken me a year to produce. That's from writing the first word, to all the back and forth with my editor.  I hope that one day I will be able to produce two books a year, but while my babies (who aren't babies anymore)are still at home and needing me, I'm happy with only one. As far a sequel goes, I've had many requests, so it's definitely on my radar. Until the story starts playing in my mind shower, I have no idea what it will be about! So someday, I hope! 

Rad-Reader:  Did you family always know you wanted to be a writer growing up?

Taylor:  Only my little sister. Everyone always knew I was a dreamer, and for sure a romantic, but my writing was very much personal to me, and still is! But my sister and I have always shared the love of a good romance novel, and even though she is three years younger than I am, started reading them years before I did! 

Rad-Reader:  How did you go about deciding to either to go a publisher or go independent?

Taylor:  When I first wrote Home to You, my goal at the time was to finish the novel. I had no dreams of publishing, or even letting others read it at that point. But one day, in my efforts to learn more about the writing process, I stumbled on a forum called Scribophile. It was there, shaking in my chair, that I shared my work for the first time. I was given praise, as well as advice, and later encouragement to publish, and send my baby out into the world!  Upon my research, I decided that self-publishing was the path for me. I like the flexibility and the control, and being able to tell the story in my head without anyone telling me otherwise.  I haven't looked back since! 

Rad-Reader:  Do you get a say with how to pick your covers?

Taylor:  Very much so! I actually create my covers. Before I started writing, I was a photographer, so it always seemed natural for me to do it myself. Since then, I've created covers for so many authors I've lost count. 

Rad-Reader:  What are three things you will not leave home each day without?

Taylor:  My water bottle, my cell phone, and my kids. LOL

Rad-Reader:  Do you use a storyboard to write?

Taylor:  Sometimes. It seems there is always a point in each story when I get lost and have to draw everything out so it all makes sense. Though I'm not sure anyone would ever be able to understand it, me! 

Rad-Reader:  Do you keep a notebook or computer list of characters, features, traits, etc.….?

Taylor:  No... Though I probably should! LOL

Rad-Reader:  What is your next project and when is it coming out?

Taylor:  My next book is called Eight Steps to Alpha.  It's a romantic comedy, and should be out sometime at the end of Summer/Early Fall!  Later than I'd hoped, but life happened, and I lived it... 

Rad-Reader:  Where can our readers buy your books? Links, please.

Rad-Reader:  Where can our readers find you on the Web?

Amazon link: 


Twitter: @AuthorTSullivan

Thanks so much, Taylor for being with us.  It has been a pleasure reading your book.  I really enjoyed this couple and their journey across the country together but more their banter and to find each other.  You too are now a Rad-Reader Misfit come back and let us know when you have a new book coming out by using our Shout-Out: An Author's Place page.
Thanks again,




3,000 miles, TWO secrets, ONE man who can change everything.
Samantha Smiles and Renee Montgomery have been best friends for over a decade. They’ve shared laughs, secrets, and a mutual hatred for one person: Tristan Montgomery, Renee's older brother. He was the guy every girl wanted, and every guy wanted to be, and it wasn't uncommon they'd befriend his little sister just to get closer to him. Which was exactly how Samantha became Renee’s saving grace. She was the only girl Renee could trust not to fall in love with her older brother.
Until the one night, Samantha spent with him alone, leaving her questioning everything she’d ever known about the blond headed heart-throb. 
Years later, Renee asks Samantha to be her maid of honor. After being one-upped by her boyfriend's career, and with no other option, Samantha is forced to drive cross-country with the focus of their teenage ire.
He was her first kiss.
Her only secret.
Can Samantha survive the trip cross-country with the reckless Tristan Montgomery? The guy who did what he wanted, whenever he wanted, without worry for tomorrow? Or will she discover a different side of him? One that’s sweet, funny, and maybe a little bit vulnerable. And fall completely and helplessly in love for the first time in her adult life with the one man who could cause her to lose her best friend forever?

  She looked down to the parking lot, seeing his Mustang still parked below, and knew she was about to lose it. She headed for her own room, placed the breakfast on the nearby table, then rid of every last drop of patience, began pounding on Tristan’s door.
“Wake up you lazy bastard! Wake up, or I swear to God I’ll beat this door down with my fists.”
A large boom sounded from inside the room, and Samantha smiled with satisfaction as she continued to pound. “That’s right,” she whispered. “Get up you lazy ass—”
But before she could finish her sentence, the door was yanked out from under her. She stumbled forward, barely able to catch her footing, and slammed face first into warm, solid, skin.
She froze because the glimpse she caught on the way down wasn’t one she ever thought she’d see. It was a very large, very bare, and very “Good morning” version of Tristan Montgomery.
“Please tell me you’re not naked,” she whispered, but it was mostly to herself because she didn’t really need him to answer. She squeezed her eyes shut, took one step backward, and turned around.
They both stood there, quiet and still, and she tried to recover her heart. The sight of Tristan in nothing more than his birthday suit left her feeling dizzy. She’d seen many naked men in her days, though until now, the only one she’d seen in person was Steven. Especially this close up.
“Well?” he finally asked, when she remained silent.
Well? Well… Tristan was much…larger than Steven. Much larger in every way imaginable.
She cleared her throat, knowing her voice would’ve cracked otherwise. “It’s ten in the morning,” she answered with more confidence than she felt.
“And?” But his voice was thick and husky, and she could swear he was having as difficult a time recovering as she was.
“It’s time to go.”
“Is it?”
“Yes,” she said, hating how the tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. “And you should really put some clothes on. The people of Utah don’t want to see…that.”
He chuckled but shifted slightly behind her. “Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but a lot of people want to see that.”
She cringed because she knew it was true. Like in high school, she knew women lined up to catch the barest glimpse of Tristan.
He moved quietly behind her, his steps so soft you’d never know they came from a man of his size. “You can turn around now.”
She raked her teeth over her bottom lip, taking the very corner and chewing it before turning to face him. He still had no shirt on, his feet were bare, but he wore a pair of old gray sweats resting so low on his hips you could tell he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Aren’t you freezing?” she asked, feeling a shiver run through her own body.
“No,” he said, leaning against the doorway and crossing his feet at the ankles. A tiny grin teased at the corner of his mouth, and she knew he was having too much fun at her expense.
She turned toward the Mustang, not attempting to hide her irritation. “I brought you breakfast,” she said quickly.
“That’s nice of you.”
“It’s not nice. Just my way of getting your lazy ass out of bed.”
He threw his head back with laughter. “Are you always this pleasant in the morning?”
Pressing her lips together, she wasn’t about to let him to pull her into another argument. “We need to go,” she said, turning on her heels and opening the door to her room.
She walked inside, hoping the action would give him the hint to do the same. “I’ll have your breakfast waiting for you in the car.” But before she closed the door, she could swear she caught him smiling.
“My God,” she whispered, resting her forehead against the wall, taking in all the air she’d forgotten to take over the last two minutes. “Three more days. Just three more days of Tristan Montgomery.” She repeated the last words over and over, gathered up the rest of her belongings, and headed for the car.

All I ever wanted was a home - stability, hard walls, and roots so deep they could withstand the strongest storm. Through long hours and determination, I was finally on my way, signing contracts for my brick and mortar shop, and beginning to feel settled for the first time in my life.

But the night I met John Eaton I felt that stability crumble. His smile was a mixture of little boy and pure devil at the same time. Handsome and charming, I knew his type, knew the sort of games that came with men like him.

So I pushed. But he pulled harder. I tried to fight it, to shove away the connection that clawed at my heart, but it was too late. Roots dug in, grew deep, and twisted. John fell for me, and I for him. He was impossible to resist. I was his.

But a secret is a dangerous thing. Held too long, it can rip a life apart. 

Destroy the man I loved. 

Destroy us.

Waiting for Tuesday is a STAND ALONE NOVEL and part of the Suspicious Hearts series. Each book is written to be enjoyed on its own while following shared characters throughout the series. 

“So, what’s the solution, Tuesday?” I gripped my skull and began rubbing. “Am I fired or what?”

Her head fell back against the bricks and she blew out a breath. “I don’t know. I don’t think I have a choice.”
“You always have a choice.” I met her eyes and braced my legs apart. “The way I see it, you have two of them. We can go back inside, and I can work my ass off for the next three months. You do your thing, and I’ll do mine. Or I get my crew, we pack up our stuff, and we walk out that door right now.”
Her chest was heaving so hard I could almost feel it, but she didn’t look away. She looked up and down my body as if she was making her mind up about something. “I thought maybe I’d been overreacting. But I was right, you’re an asshole.”
I chuckled under my breath. “I never said you had to like me, Tuesday.”
“Well I don’t.” She lifted her chin a little higher.
I nodded and stepped closer. “You can let me go, hope to find someone on short notice—one who won’t do half the job I will—or we can walk inside and forget this conversation ever happened. Just so you know, I prefer the latter.”
She looked toward the door, her shoulders rising and falling with each breath. She picked her bag up off the ground and threw it over her shoulder. “Fine.” She opened the door. “But if you piss me off one time, you’re out of here.”
She slammed the door closed behind her, causing the whole doorframe to shake with the impact. I gripped the back of my neck and let my shoulders fall. I’d grown up with three older sisters, all of whom required a lot of patience, but Tuesday may have just outdone them all. I pushed my back against the wall and inhaled through my nose. I needed a minute to compose myself before going inside—and if my instincts were right, so did she.


LET’S WELCOME TAYLOR SULLIVAN AUTHOR OF: Rad-Reader:   Where did the idea for this book come from? Taylor:   Tha...