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Friday, November 2, 2012

My Favourite Place to Research by Gabriele Wills (Guest Post and Giveaway)


My Favourite Place to Research

by Gabriele Wills

National Geographic Travel editors selected it as the #1 summer destination of 2011.  World leaders met there for the G-8 Summit in 2010. It’s the legendary lake district of Muskoka, Canada, which has been seducing tourists since the 1860s with its 1600 island-studded lakes, sparkling granite outcroppings, and pine-scented forests.

From the earliest days, visitors who came to camp or stay at one of the lakeside inns became so enchanted that they bought properties for summer homes, known as “cottages”. U.S. President Woodrow Wilson owned an island on Lake Rosseau, one of the three largest and interconnected lakes.  American industrialists and bankers, like the Mellons, summered (and descendants still do) in an area that became known as “Little Pittsburgh” and  “Millionaires’ Row” - millionaires from a century ago, that is. There were plenty on the lakes - a tradition that continues today, with Hollywood celebrities among them. Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell, Martin Short, Tom Hanks, and Steven Spielberg own cottages or visit frequently.

L.M. Montgomery, beloved author of Anne of Green Gables and numerous other stories, spent a couple of weeks in Muskoka in 1922. She was so impressed and inspired that she set her adult novel, The Blue Castle, there – her only story not set in Prince Edward Island. In the third book of my Muskoka Novels, some of my characters meet her there.

A century ago, it took the best part of a day to travel from Toronto to Muskoka, 100 rugged miles to the north. People often came for two or three months, so they boarded a train in the city with all their summer baggage, including chests of silver and china, pianos, and even cows. Arriving at the wharf in Gravenhurst on Lake Muskoka, they were met by their private yachts, or transferred to one of the large lake steamers, which dropped them off at their cottage or resort. The wealthy sometimes arrived at the pier aboard their private Pullman coaches with as many as thirty servants in tow. This was the “Age of Elegance” in Muskoka.

My childhood friend has an island cottage, built by her great-grandfather in 1879, and a family compound has grown up around it. Amidst a congenial sea of relatives, she, her mother, and brother spent every summer there from the time that school ended in June until it began again in September, while her father – like the other working men - went up on weekends. I was first invited there when I was 12, and was instantly captivated by the stunning scenery, unique lifestyle, and lovely weathered cottage that held within its walls the essence of a bygone era. It was as if the past still lingered in the scent of old wood and musty books, on the expansive, wrap-around veranda and bedroom balconies, in the vanished spaces that had once housed servants. We played vintage records on the ancient gramophone, and the cottage still resonates to those long-ago tunes by the “light of the silvery moon”.

Except for our clothes - shorts instead of the long gowns still to be found in cottage trunks - summer life hadn’t changed much over the century. We swam in the warm, sand-bottomed lake, sometimes skinny-dipping after dark. (Yes, they swam naked in the old days as well.) We marvelled at the infinite, star-spangled sky not cloaked by city lights.  We fell asleep to the gentle lapping of waves, and were awakened by the haunting call of loons at dawn. We picked wild blueberries and clambered up to cliff-top lookouts. We paddled silent canoes and participated in the yearly Regatta, never winning a race, but having a blast trying. There were no TVs or telephones on the island, so evenings were spent around Ouija or Monopoly boards, reading well-thumbed Dickens classics from the ancestral library, or dancing on the dock, under the moon. It was idyllic.

Hearing stories from aged aunts about the genteel olden days of their youth, I wanted even then to write about that fascinating time. My Muskoka trilogy, beginning with The Summer Before The Storm, recreates that era. You can see some lovely photos of Muskoka on my short book trailer on YouTube.

And you can still get a sense of its Age of Elegance by taking a cruise aboard the R.M.S. Segwun - the oldest operating steamship in North America, having just celebrated its 125th anniversary. Some trips take you past Millionaires’ Row, or provide a romantic, sunset dinner cruise. You’ll glimpse gleaming antique wooden launches as you glide past boathouses as fanciful and inviting as the rambling cottages that have been in families for generations. And perhaps you, too, will agree with Muskoka’s tagline - “Once discovered, never forgotten.” 


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The Summer Before the Storm Tour Schedule

        
11/2/12  Patty Broken Teepee 
11/5/12  Kathy Bags, Books & Bon Jovi
11/6/12  Kristen BookNAround                    
11/6/12  Kelly Historical Tapestry               
11/7/12  Angela Griperang's Bookmarks   
11/8/12  Marcie To Read or Not to Read   
11/9/12  Chelsea ReadingPenguin       
11/12/12 MK PopcornReads.com     
11/13/12 Erika Bassgiraffe's Thoughts    
11/14/12 Melinda West Metro Mommy    
11/15/12 Kathleen Celtic Lady                     
11/16/12 Terri Bodice Ripper Novels         
11/19/12 Teddyree The Eclectic Reader
11/20/12 Harvee Book Dilettante              
11/21/12 Wendy No Wasted Ink        
11/22/12 Jen Em Sun                            
11/23/12  J.A. Beard                              
11/26/12 Ingrid Blue Book Case             
11/27/12 Ruth My Devotional Thoughts     
11/28/12 Rebecca Book Lover's Library 
11/28/12 Livia Butterfly-o-Meter Books                            
11/29/12 Amber Peaceful Wishing 
12/3/12  Aislynn Stitch, Read, Cook          
12/5/12  Valerie Sweeps4Bloggers           
12/6/12  Tia Mom In Love With Fiction 
12/7/12  M. Denise C.                                   

Monday, October 1, 2012

Flight by Alyssa Rose Ivy (Review, Guest Post and Giveaway)


Flight by Alyssa Rose Ivy Tour Schedule

September 17 Tour Intro

September 17 Review

September 17 Review

September 18 Guest blog

September 18 review

September 19 Interview

September 20 Guest blog

September 21 Interview and review

September 22 Review

September 23 Promo

September 23 Promo and review

September 24 Interview

September 25 Interview

September 25 Review

September 26 Interview and review

September 27 Interview and review

September 28 Guest blog and review

September 28 review

September 29 Guest blog

September 30 review

October 1 Guest blog and review

October 2 Guest blog or Character Interview and review

October 3 Guest blog

October 3 Guest blog

October 4 Promo

October 4 review

October 5 Guest blog

October 5 Interview and review

October 6 Guest blog and review

October 7 Promo and review

October 9 Guest blog

October 10 Interview and review

October 11 Promo/Excerpt and review

October 12 Interview and review

October 13 Interview and review

October 13 Promo (Music Playlist) and review

October 14 review

October 15 Interview

October 15 review

October 15 Review

Title: Flight (The Crescent 

Chronicles, #1)

Author: Alyssa Rose Ivy

Genre: Mature YA/New Adult Paranormal Romance

About the Book: Sometimes you just have to take flight.

A summer in New Orleans is exactly what Allie needs before starting college. Accepting her dad’s invitation to work at his hotel offers an escape from her ex-boyfriend and the chance to spend the summer with her best friend. Meeting a guy is the last thing on her mind—until she sees Levi.

Unable to resist the infuriating yet alluring Levi, Allie finds herself at the center of a supernatural society and forced to decide between following the path she has always trusted or saving a city that might just save her.


About the authorAlyssa Rose Ivy lives in North Carolina with her husband and two young children. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college. After years as a perpetual student, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. 

You can connect with her at the following places:




Meeting a Real Paranormal Creature
by Alyssa Rose Ivy

In Flight, Allie is given no warning before being thrust into a paranormal world. When writing her story, I found myself wondering how I’d react in that situation.

In most paranormal-human encounters in books and movies the human reacts in one of two ways, either they think it’s really cool, or they are terrified and run away from it. I’d like to think I’d find it cool, but the truth is I’d be the type who would run away. Even my experience in writing paranormal books would be no match for the reality that those kind of creatures could actually exist.

Hopefully after some time to think about it, I’d return and at least get some good ideas for my next book.

How do you think you’d react?




My review:  I took an instant liking to Allie, but I had a hard time imagining her as an 18-year-old the summer before college - she seemed older.  (I have an 18yo senior in high school right now and can't imagine being comfortable with her in a new city with as much freedom as her parents gave her. . . - but then that's just me) But anyway, she ends up in New Orleans, living in a suite at her dad's hotel with her girlfriend Jess, sharing a cushy job with her where it appears she can set her own hours.  Who wouldn't like that gig!?

On her first night there she meets Levi, and while she tries to give him the brush off, this just makes her more desirable in his eyes. Even without encouraging him she can't deny the attraction that she feels for him.  Jess seems taken with his friend Jared so it is inevitable that they end up spending a few evenings together.  

Jess heads home after things heat up between her and Jared and she crosses a line that she isn't comfortable with, and since Allie is left basically alone in New Orleans, Levi steps in to keep her company.  She is quickly pulled in to his world and discovers that she likes the adrenaline rush that it leaves her with and even makes a new girlfriend, Hailey - who will also be a college freshman in the fall. 

The book moves along at a rapid pace - read it in pretty much one sitting - but it basically lays the groundwork for the series.  There are a lot of people introduced and lots of questions left unanswered - many of which I am sure will be addressed in the books to come. I like the way the relationship is left between Allie and Levi and can't wait to see where it will eventual lead.  The second book, Focus, is due out in January 2013. 

~I received a complimentary Ecopy of Flight as part of the Bewitching Blog Tours in exchange for my unbiased review.~

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Thursday, September 27, 2012

PROMO: Under the Desert Moon (with excerpt and Guest Post)





Title: Under the Desert Moon
Author: Emma Meade
Publisher: Soul Fire Press

Genre: Paranormal, Fantasy, Romance

About the book: 17 year old Erin Harris spends her time daydreaming, hoping to escape her small town life in Copperfield, Arizona.  When a movie crew arrives unexpectedly to shoot a vampire film over the summer, Erin’s small town world changes forever. 

Erin is positive she has seen the star, James Linkin before in a thirty year old TV show.  He hasn’t aged a day. How is this possible?  Erin is determined to find out, but how will James handle the scrutiny of an all too intelligent teenage girl?



About the author: Emma Meade lives in rainy Ireland. She loves vampires, slayers, witches, ghosts, aliens & shadow men (or at least the youngest of the Shadow Men), and regular people who live extraordinary lives (think Slayerettes and you’re on the right track).

Books, DVDS & TV show boxsets take up lots of space in her home, and she collects all the Point Horror books she can get her hands on.

Writing supernatural short stories and watching marathon re-runs of Buffy are some of her favourite ways of escaping reality.





Author Website: http://emmameadebooks.com/ 


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Please enjoy this excerpt from Under the Desert Moon:

Erin stared out her bedroom window, wishing as always that she was elsewhere. Anywhere but here, she thought wistfully.
Nothing ever happened in this rundown town, not since the last mine had closed a decade ago. Copperfield, Arizona, was dusty, quiet and old-fashioned. It took months for the latest movie to make it to The Oracle theatre where Erin worked part-time, but it was the easiest job in the world. It got Erin out of the house she shared with her brothers and angry, alcoholic father, put money in her savings account, and most importantly, Erin got to see movies free.
It was escapism. For a couple of hours she could lose herself in another world, imagining herself as the beautiful heroine. Erin was waiting for the day she would learn she wasn’t her father’s daughter. That her mother had embarked on some secret affair with a handsome, rich man, and it was only a matter of time before he discovered her existence and introduced Erin to his world.
Sighing, she rested her chin in her hand. A cool summer breeze ruffled the curtains and lifted the strands of her bangs, tickling Erin’s forehead. She hated this tomb-like town, but had to admit that at night, Copperfield was beautiful. The desert gleamed beneath a full moon, and the scent of vegetation from the garden was spicy and fragrant. Erin breathed it deeply.
A cloud at that moment obscured the moon, and the hairs on her arms lifted. The breeze died down suddenly and she straightened up. She felt distinctly peculiar. Was there a storm coming?
The door to her bedroom sprang inwards. Startled, Erin turned to shout at whichever brother had disturbed her peace. It was Nick, her twin.
“Do you mind?” Erin said.
Nick’s sea-blue eyes gleamed. They were just like Erin’s. “You’re never going to believe this, Sis, sincerely.”
Erin rolled her eyes. “Try me.”
“A crew from Hollywood is in town. Copperfield’s the location for some scary movie.”
“Are you kidding?” Erin said, jumping off her bed.
“They’re all in Casey’s right now. The whole town’s there.” Nick was practically hopping with excitement.
“Oh, my God,” Erin said. “Why Copperfield? What kind of scary movie?” Slasher or ghost story? she wondered. She preferred the latter.
Nick shrugged. “Let’s go find out.”
Erin grabbed her jacket and followed him. Finally, there might actually be some life in this town, she thought.
“Hey, where you kids going?” her father's slurred voice demanded.
Erin caught a whiff of his beer breath as she passed and grimaced. Gross.
“Out,” she said, and slammed the door hard.

Casey’s diner was busier than Erin had ever seen it. Several waitresses were scooting across the shiny tiles in red and white roller skates that matched their uniforms. Every booth in the place was taken. Customers were eating their hamburgers and fries standing at the counter.
Erin’s eyes scanned the restaurant quickly as she crossed the threshold with Nick at her heels. A gust of air at the entrance lifted her long, chocolate brown hair off her neck, and raised goosebumps on her tanned arms. Strange. It wasn’t even cold that evening.
She paused inside, inhaling sharply. Her eyes were drawn immediately to the young man sitting at the biggest booth, furthest in the back. His presence radiated charm, charisma and self-assurance. Erin couldn’t help but notice the dusky brown of his eyes tinged with flecks of green, and the easy curve of his lips. He looked so familiar, but she couldn’t place him.
“Hey,” she poked Nick. “You know his name?” She watched him laugh heartily with his companions and lean back against the leather seat in complete ease.
Nick shook his head. “Don’t recognize him.”
“I’ve seen him in some TV show before. I think,” Erin added uncertainly. This was going to bug her.
“He’s the lead actor,” Nick said. “I heard people talking about him when he got off the bus earlier.”
Erin approached the counter. “Hey, Mrs. Casey,” she called over the middle-aged owner. Mrs. Casey was a kind woman. Her husband had died from cancer three years previously, and she was running the joint single-handedly. She also seemed to know everything in town before everyone else. “You know anything about this movie?”
“Sure. The crew’s just been here for hours, sugar. It’s one of those scary movies. Copperfield’s a real cheap place to shoot, I guess. That gorgeous boy over there,” she nodded in the direction of the young man Erin had been drawn to. “Name is James Linkin. He’s going to play the bad boy.”
Erin chanced another glance his way, not wanting to be caught staring. It didn’t matter. All eyes were on his table, particularly all female gazes.
“He ordered a hot dog from me just before you got here,” Mrs. Casey said. She chuckled. “He’s a little charmer from what I’ve seen so far.”
“What kind of bad boy?” Erin asked. Her stomach was fluttering. It hadn’t done that since she’d watched Brad Pitt in Legends of the Fall last summer in The Oracle. She’d been forced to throw a Brad weekend there for one of the most popular girls at school, Lyndsey Mason, her older brother’s girlfriend.
Now looking at James, she believed him to be even more handsome. Erin marveled at her racing hormones. She usually wasn’t as silly as the other girls in school, or so she liked to think. She risked another look at him. Dark hair with sunny tints when the light caught it right, pale skin, strong jaw, slender build…
“Vampire, I think,” Mrs. Casey’s voice broke Erin’s train of thought. “It's going to be some kind of horror romance.”




Unfinished Work
by Emma Meade
I have a stockpile of half complete novels and some barely started books that I hope to return to some day.  Among them is a novel set in Ireland and Boston following a teenage vampire hunter, Sarah Knight.  This was the first novel I ever wrote and actually completed.  I started it the summer after I finished secondary school (high school), but re-wrote it several times over the years.  I also have the outline of the follow up novel to it jotted down somewhere 
            Another story I began back in school calls to me at times.  Set in a time of Celtic myths and legends, it follows the story of a daughter of a Chieftain who has no idea of her ties to the darker fairy world.  It is tentatively titled Ripples.  I also have a hand-written novel about a group of teenagers with various psychic abilities.  I don't think this will ever see the light of day.
            When I was a teenager, my friend Danielle and I would write Buffy fan fiction. We had a laugh writing new episodes featuring Xander, Willow, Angel and co. These are all hand-written, so who knows if I'll ever knuckle down and type these up.  It might be fun just to see how bad, or possibly good my writing was ten to fifteen years ago.
            I also created a short science-fiction series called Anomaly.  In my dreams, I hoped it would become a TV series (feel free to laugh here).  My school pals diligently read each ‘episode’ for me and gave me lots of feedback.  God bless those girls for putting up with me.  Anomaly focused on a high school in Massachusetts.  Due to an explosion in a genetics lab many years previously, the town's pregnant women were infected with a virus and their children were genetically stronger humans than normal.  I wrote this a year or two before Dark Angel came out and I remember being so annoyed that someone beat me to the punch. J  Nicky was the only 'normal' human at the school, and the series dealt with bullying and prejudice.  I must dig it out from whatever box the scripts are hiding in one of these days, and have a read. 

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

November Surprise - Guest Post, Excerpt and Giveaway

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September 15 - Reading Addiction Blog Tours - Meet and Greet
September 15 - Andi's Book Review- Review/Giveaway/Excerpt/Interview
September 16 -  Wonderland Reviews - Review/Interview
September 17 -  Taking it One Page at a Time - Review/Guest Post/Giveaway
September 18 -  My Reading Addiction - Interview/Giveaway/Excerpt/PROMO
September 19 -  My Seryniti - Review/Interview/GuestPost/ExcerptGiveaway
September 20 -  Beth Art From the Heart - Review/Excerpt
September 22 -  Sweeping the USA - Review/Excerpt/Giveaway
September 23 -  Whoopeeyoo - Review/Guest Post/Giveaway/Excerpt
September 24 -  Solitary Bookworm - Review/Interview/Excerpt/Giveaway
September 25 -  Books and NeedlePoint - Guest Post/Excerpt/Giveaway/PROMO
September 26 -    My Devotional Thoughts - Review/Guest Post/Excerpt/Giveaway
September 27-  Bookish Things + More - Excerpt/PROMO
September 27 - Kaisy Daisy's Reviews - Review/Giveaway
September 28 -  A Dream Within a Dream - Excerpt/Giveaway/PROMO
September 29 -  The Book Faery Reviews - Excerpt/PROMO
September 30 -  Literature Lovers' Labyrinth - Review/Interview/Excerpt
October 1 - A Chick Who Reads - Review/Guest Post/Excerpt/Giveaway
October 2 - Turning The Pages - PROMO
October 3 - Words I Write Crazy - Review/Excerpt
October 4 - My Cozie Corner - Review/Giveaway
October 5 - Book Reviews and More - Guest Post/Excerpt/Giveaway/PROMO
October 6 - New Age Mama - Interview/Excerpt/Giveaway/PROMO
October 7 - The Book Maven - Review/GuestPost
October 8 - Forget the Housework, I'm Reading - Review/Giveaway
October 9 - Conceptual Reception - Review
October 10 - My Escape - Review/Giveaway/Excerpt



November Surprise
Laurel Osterkamp
Chick Lit/Women's Fiction
Date Published: Aug 2012

For Lucy Jones, the distinction between love and politics is hazy at best. Both can be all-consuming, and either can lead to a heart-breaking loss or an exhilarating win. Whatever the case, if you’re seen as a loser, you probably are one. Lucy first learns this lesson in 1988, when she’s a shy girl, battling a high school bully and rooting for Dukakis. Through the years Lucy will experience the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat as she makes the choices that define her. Meanwhile, she also struggles to define her relationship with Monty, who comes in and out of her life like the changes in public opinion. Is Monty simply a one-night stand, a kindred spirit, or the love of her life? And by 2008, can he offer her a change to believe in?

Over the course of twenty years and six presidential elections, Lucy grows and adjusts with the times. Filled with snarky political and pop-culture references, November Surprise is about the journey we take to believe in a candidate, in love, and in ourselves.

November Surprise is a companion piece to Campaign Promises, which is free on Amazon. They can be read in either order. Both have a liberal slant.






Laurel Osterkamp was a comedy writer in Minneapolis before she began writing novels.
Her first novel, Following My Toes, has been a Kindle best seller and won the 2008
Indie Excellence Award for Chick Lit. Starring in the Movie of My Life received honors
in the 2011 Indie Excellence Awards for Chick Lit, and in the 2011 International Book
Awards for Women's Fiction and Young Adult Lit. Both books are indie approved at
indiereader.com. She currently teaches high school, and is working on her next book,
which is inspired by her recent jury duty.


Website       
Blog               



Laurel is running a giveaway for a $30 Amazon Giftcard.  A comment on any of her stops on the blog tour will get you an entry.  If you buy November Surprise and send their receipt to laurel@pmibooks.com you will receive 10 entries into the giveaway.


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My 10 Favorite Authors in no Particular Order:
by Laurel Osterkamp

Disclaimer: I teach high school English, so I have this notion that my favorite authors ought to be literary. However, I’ve been a reader longer than I’ve been a teacher or a writer, and most of what I’ve read is not considered fine literature. There are a few literary authors in my faves list, but most of them are popular fiction.

  1. Beverly Cleary – I read all the Ramona books when I was little, and it was like reading about my own thoughts and my own life. When I was twelve I read Fifteen and it was the best book I’d ever read. I went on to read everything by Cleary, except for the books with male main characters. However, I’ve read all of those now too, because I read them aloud to my seven-year-old son. Beverly Cleary really stands the test of time.
  2. J.K. Rowling – When speaking of books “meant for children” the Harry Potter series has to come to mind. I was definitely no longer a kid when I read them, and like most of the world, no series has left me so enthralled. I’ve read the first three books to my son now, but we’re holding off on the fourth, because he’s a little young yet for something so dark.
  3. Suzanne Collins – I read The Hunger Games as assigned reading when I was taking a course on writing young adult lit. I couldn’t put it down! Collins blends action, suspense, romance, and satire seamlessly. God, I wish I had written it myself.
  4. Betty Smith – She wrote A Tree Grows in Brooklyn and Joy in the Morning, both of which I read when I was kid. Something about them really struck a cord; they’re both female stories of self-discovery, which is what I like to write myself.
  5. Melissa Bank – Her novel Girls Guide to Hunting and Fishing is one of the pioneers of the chick-lit movement, and her writing style is amazing. I could read and reread this novel endlessly.
  6. Emily Giffin – I always read whatever she publishes.
  7. Jennifer Weiner – See above.
  8. Curtis Sittenfeld – See above again.
  9. Douglas Coupland – I actually haven’t read that much by him, but his short story collection, Life After God made me cry because it was written so beautifully.
  10. William Shakespeare -  I love his plays. I don’t sit around and read them in my spare time, but every year when I teach my 10th graders Macbeth I discover something new about it myself. It’s simply amazing.

Please enjoy this excerpt from November Surprise



Monty and I have been dancing together all evening. The slow songs are the best, but we also do the Macarena and even the Chicken Dance. I can’t stop laughing the entire time I’m quacking my hands.
Jack and his new wife, Petra, have fed each other cake. Petra has thrown her bouquet, and all the toasts have been given. The night is winding down, and Monty leads me off the dance floor.
“I’m really glad neither of us had dates,” he says.
“Yeah, me too.” My heart beats just a little bit faster than normal.
“And I’m sorry about earlier. Hitting on you like that. It was clumsy. Will you forgive me?” His face is flushed and his tie is loosened. I’m sure I’ve noticed before how good looking he is, but this is the first time I’ve let myself appreciate it.
“There’s nothing to forgive.” I look around, make sure nobody is watching, and then I stand on my tip-toes and plant a kiss on his cheek. When he doesn’t flinch or pull away, I give him the barest whisper of a kiss on the lips.
It’s all the encouragement he needs.
With a conspiratorial smile, he takes my hand and leads me outside the reception hall. I follow willingly.
When we get to a dark, hidden spot, he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me deeply. I can feel it everywhere, my entire body is tingling, my knees are weak, and I’m sure that at any moment, my heart will explode.
I don’t want him to stop. But he does.
“Where are you staying tonight?” he asks.
“I was going to drive back to my parents’ house.”
“Hmm…” he leans in and kisses me some more. I press up against him like I can’t get close enough. He tilts his head back ever so slightly, so he can talk. “That’s a long drive. Do you want to stay with me, instead?”
“You have a hotel room?”
“It’s close to the airport,” he whispers. “I fly back to New York really early tomorrow.” Then he baby kisses my eyes, nose, and chin.
I don’t answer immediately. I’m trying to steady my breathing. “So you can make a clean get away?”
“It’s not like that.” he smiles. “And you haven’t even said yes, yet.”
But he knows I’m going to. “You can’t ever tell Jack,” I say.
“He just got married, Lucy. Do you really think he’ll care?”
I rub my hands down his back and across the taut muscles in his arms. “I never had sex with him, and we dated for months. If he finds out you and I had a one night stand…”
Monty cuts me off with another kiss. “I promise I’ll never tell him,” he murmurs, between kisses.
We make out a few seconds more, but our kissing is interrupted when I’m consumed with a fit of giggles.
“What’s so funny?” Monty asks.
I shake my head. “Sorry. It just occurred to me. I’m about to do it with the homecoming king.”
Monty chuckles. “Does that turn you on?”
“Yeah,” I admit. “Kind of. Is that okay?”
He kisses my neck. I tilt my head back and sigh in pleasure.
“Are you kidding?” His lips are a mere centimeter from my skin as he mumbles, and his arms tighten around me even more. “If I had known, I would have worn my crown.”
Now we’re both laughing.
“You know this isn’t the sort of thing I usually do…”
He raises his face so he’s looking me in the eye. “I know,” he says, and he smiles. Crinkles form around his green eyes, and I feel a moment of panic. There’s no way I’m casual enough to be with him for just one night.
“Let’s make it special, okay?” He reaches down and clasps my hand, and I let him lead me somewhere, again. This time, I follow him to the parking lot. Tonight, I’d follow him anywhere.







*Disclosure of Material Connection: I am a member of Reading Addiction Blog Tours and a copy of this book was provided to me by the author. Although payment may have been received by Reading Addiction Blog Tours, no payment was received by me in exchange for this review. There was no obligation to write a positive review. All opinions expressed are entirely my own and may not necessarily agree with those of the author, publisher, publicist, or readers of this review. This disclosure is in accordance with the Federal Trade Commision’s 16 CFR, Part 255, Guides Concerning Use of Endorcements and Testimonials in Advertising*


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