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Blog Tour w/Review - Handle With Care

 

 

Handle With Care

by Helena Hunting

 

 

Synopsis:


New York Times bestselling author of SHACKING UP and I FLIPPING LOVE YOU Helena Hunting mixes humor and heart in this scandal-filled romantic comedy.

 

HE WANTS TO LOSE CONTROL.


Between his parents’ messed up marriage and his narcissistic younger brother, Lincoln Moorehead has spent the majority of his life avoiding his family. After the death of his father, Lincoln finds himself in the middle of the drama. To top it all off, he’s been named CEO of Moorehead Media, much to his brother’s chagrin. But Lincoln’s bad attitude softens when he meets the no-nonsense, gorgeous woman who has been given the task of transforming him from the gruff, wilderness guy to a suave businessman


SHE’S TRYING TO HOLD IT TOGETHER.


Wren Sterling has been working double time to keep the indiscretions at Moorehead Media at bay, so when she’s presented with a new contract, with new responsibilities and additional incentives, she agrees. Working with the reclusive oldest son of a ridiculously entitled family is worth the hassle if it means she’s that much closer to pursuing her own dreams. What Wren doesn’t expect is to find herself attracted to him, or for it to be mutual. And she certainly doesn’t expect to fall for Lincoln. But when a shocking new Moorehead scandal comes to light, she’s forced to choose between her own family and
the broody, cynical CEO.

 

Bio:


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.

 

Buy-Book Link:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250183996

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1

 

WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?

 

WREN

 

I slip onto the empty bar stool beside the lumberjack mountain man
who looks like he tried to squeeze himself into a suit two sizes too
small. He’s intimidatingly broad and thick, with long dark hair that’s
been pulled up into a haphazard man bun thing. His beard is a
hipster’s wet dream. His scowl, however, makes him about as
approachable as a rabid porcupine. And yet, here I am, sidling up
next to him.


He glances at me, eyes bleary and not really tracking. He quickly
focuses on his half-empty glass again. Based on the slump of his
shoulders and the uncoordinated way he picks up his glass and
tips it toward his mouth, I’m guessing he’s pretty hammered. I order
a sparkling water with a dash of cranberry juice and a lime.


What I could really use is a cup of lavender-mint tea and my bed,
but instead, I’m sitting next to a drunk man in his thirties. My life is
extra glamorous, obviously. And no, I’m not an escort, but at the
moment I feel like my morals are on the same kind of slippery
slope.

 

“Rough day?” I ask, nodding to the bottle that’s missing more than
half its contents. It was full when he sat down at the bar an hour
ago. Yes, I’ve been watching him the entire time, waiting for an
opportunity to make my move. While he’s been sitting here, he’s
turned down two women, one in a dress that could’ve doubled as a
disco ball and the other in a top so low-cut, I could almost see her
navel.


“You could say that,” he slurs. He props his cheek on his fist, eyes
almost slits. I can still make out the vibrant blue hue despite them
almost being closed. They move over me, assessing. I’m wearing a
conservative black dress with a high neckline and a hem that falls

below my knees. Definitely not nearly as provocative as Disco Ball
or Navel Lady.

 

“That solving your problems?” I give him a wry grin and tip my chin
in the direction of his bottle of Johnnie.

 

His gaze swings slowly to the bottle. It gives me a chance to really
look at him. Or what I can see of his face under his beard,
anyway.


 

“Nah, but it helps quiet down all the noise up here.” He taps his
temple and blurts, “My dad died.”



I put a hand on his forearm. It feels awkward, and creepy on my
part since its half-genuine, half-contrived comfort. “I’m so sorry.”

He glances at my hand, which I quickly remove, and refocuses
on his drink. “I should be sorry too, but I think he was mostly an
asshole, so the world might be better off without him.” He attempts
to fill his glass again, but his aim is off, and he pours it on the bar
instead. I rush to lift my purse and grab a handful of napkins to
mop up the mess.


“I’m drunk,” he mumbles.


 

“Well, I’m thinking that might’ve been the plan, considering the way
you’re sucking that bottle back. I’m actually surprised you didn’t ask
for a straw in the first place. Might be a good idea to throw a
spacer in there if you want tomorrow morning to suck less.” I push
my drink toward him, hoping he doesn’t send me packing like he
did the other women who approached him earlier.

 

He narrows his eyes at my glass, suspicious, maybe. “What is
that?”

 

“Cranberry and soda.” 


 

“No booze?”


 

“No booze. Go ahead. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

 


He picks up the glass and pauses when it’s an inch from his
mouth. His eyes crinkle, telling me he’s smiling under that beard.

 

“Does that mean Imma wake up with you beside me?”

 

I cock a brow. “Are you propositioning me?”

 

“Shit, sorry.” He chugs the contents of my glass. “I was joking.
Besides, I’m so wasted, I can barely remember my name. Pretty
sure I’d be useless in bed tonight. I should stop talkin’.” He scrubs
a hand over his face and then motions to me. “I wouldn’t
proposition you.”

 

I’m not sure how to respond. I go with semi-affronted, since it
seems like somewhat of an insult. “Good to know.”

 

“Dammit. I mean, I think you might be hot. You look hot. I mean
attractive. I think you’re pretty.” He tips his head to the side and
blinks a few times. “You have nice eyes, all four of them are
lovely.”

 

This time I laugh—for real—and point to the bottle. “I think you
might want to tell your date you’re done for the night.”


He blows out a breath and nods. “You might be right.”

 

He makes an attempt to stand, but as soon as his feet hit the floor,
he stumbles into me and grabs my shoulders to steady himself.

“Whoa. Sorry. Yup, I’m definitely drunk.” His face is inches from
mine, breath smelling strongly of alcohol. Beyond that, I get a whiff
of fresh soap and a hint of aftershave. He lets go of my shoulders
and takes an unsteady step back. “I don’t usually do this.” He
motions sloppily to the bottle. “Mostly I’m a three drink max guy.”

 

“I think losing your father makes this condonable.” I slide off my
stool. Despite being tall for a woman, and wearing heels, he still
manages to be close to a head taller than me.


“Yeah, maybe, but I still think I might regret it tomorrow.” He’s
incredibly unsteady, swaying while standing in place. I take the
opportunity for what it is and thread my arm through his, leading

him away from the bar. “Come on, let’s get you to the elevator
before you pass out right here.”

 

He nods, then wobbles a bit, like moving his head has set him off
balance. “That’s probably a good idea.”

 

He leans into me as we weave through the bar and stumbles on
the two stairs leading to the foyer. There’s no way I’ll be able to
stop him if he goes down, but I drape one of his huge arms over
my shoulder anyway, and slip my own around his waist, guiding
him in a mostly straight line to the elevators.

 

“Which floor are you on?” I ask.

 

“Penthouse.” He drops his arm from my shoulder and flings it out,
pointing to the black doors at the end of the hall. “Jesus, I feel like
I’m on a boat.”

 

“It’s probably all the alcohol sloshing around in your brain.” I take
his elbow again, helping him stagger the last twenty feet to the
dedicated penthouse elevator.

 

He stares at the keypad for a few seconds, brow pulling into a
furrow. “I can’t remember the code. It’s thumbprint activated though
too.” He stumbles forward and presses his forehead against the
wall, then tries to line up his thumb with the sensor, but his aim is
horrendous and he keeps missing.

 

I settle a hand on his very firm forearm. This man is built like a
tank. Or a superhero. For a moment, I reconsider what I’m about to
do, but he seems pretty harmless and ridiculously hammered, so
he shouldn’t pose a threat. I’m also trained in self-defense, which
would fall under the by any means necessary umbrella. “Can I
help?”

 

He rolls his head, eyes slits as they bounce around my face.

“Please.”

 

I take his hand between mine. The first thing I notice is how
clammy it is. But beyond that, his knuckles are rough, littered with

tiny scars and a few scabs, and his nails are jagged.

 

“Your hands are small,” he observes as I line his thumb up with the
sensor pad and press down.

 

“Maybe yours are abnormally big,” I reply. They are rather large.
Like basketball player hands.

 

“You know what they say about big hands.”

 

I fight not to roll my eyes, but for a brief moment, I wonder if what’s
in his pants actually matches the rest of him. And if he’s unkempt
everywhere, not just on his face. I cut that visual quickly because it
makes me want to gag. “And what do they say?”


His eyes crinkle again, and he slaps his own chest. “Something
about big hands, big heart.”

 

I bite back my own smile. “Pretty sure you’re mixing that up with
cold hands, warm heart.”

 

His brow furrows. “There’s a good chance.”

 

The elevator doors slide open. He pushes off the wall with some
effort and practically tumbles inside. He catches himself on the rail
and sags against the wall as I follow him in. I honestly can’t believe
I’m doing this right now.

 

He doesn’t have to press a button since the elevator only goes to
the penthouse floor. As soon as we start moving, he groans and
his shoulders curl in. “I don’t feel so good.”


Please don’t let him be sick in here. If there’s one thing I can’t deal
with, it’s vomit. “You should sit.”


He slides down the wall, massive shoulders rolling forward as he
rests his forehead on his knees. “Tomorrow is going to suck.”

 

I stay on the other side of the elevator, in case he tosses his
cookies. “Probably.”

 

It’s the longest elevator ride in the history of the world. Or at least it
feels that way, mostly because I’m terrified he’s going to yak.
Thankfully, we make it to the penthouse floor incident-free. On the
down side, now that he’s in a sitting position, getting him to stand
again is a challenge. I have to press the open door button three
times before I can finally coax him to his feet.


In the time between leaving the bar and making it to the penthouse
floor, the effects of the alcohol seems to have compounded. He’s
beyond sloppy, using the wall and me for support as we make our
way to his door. There are two penthouse apartments up here.
One on either side of the foyer.

 

He leans against the doorjamb, once again fighting to find the
coordination to get his thumb to the sensor pad. I don’t ask if he
needs my assistance this time since it’s quite clear he does. Once
again I take his clammy hand in mine.

 

“Your hands are really soft,” he mumbles.


 

“Thanks.”

 


The pad ashes green, and I turn the handle. “Okay, here we go.
Home sweet home.”


 

“This isn’t my home,” he slurs. “My cousin’s family owns this
building. I’m crashing here until I can get the fuck out of New York.”
I scan the penthouse. It an eclectic combination of odd art and
modern furniture, like two different tastes crashed together and this
is the result. Aside from that, it’s clean to the point of looking
almost like a show home.


The only sign that someone is staying here is the lone coffee cup
on the table in the living room and the blanket lolling like a tongue
over the edge of the couch. I’m still standing in the doorway while
he sways unsteadily.

 

He tries to shove his hand in his pants pocket, but all he succeeds
in doing is setting himself off-balance. He nearly stumbles into the

wall.

 

“Thanks for your help,” he says.

 

He’s back in his penthouse, which means my job is technically
done. However, I’m worried he’s going to hurt himself, or worse,
asphyxiate on his own vomit in the middle of the night, and I’ll be
the one catching heat if that happens. I’ll also feel bad if something
happens to him. I blow out a breath, annoyed that this is how my
night is ending.

 

I heave his arm over my shoulder and slip mine around his waist
again, leading him through the living room toward what seems to
be the kitchen. There’s a sheet of paper on the island, but
otherwise it’s spotless.

 

“What’re you doing?” he asks.

 

We pause when we reach the threshold. “Which way is your
bedroom?”

 

He looks slowly from right to left. “Not that way.” He points to the
kitchen. It’s very state of the art.

 

I guide him in the opposite direction down the hall, until he
stumbles through a doorway, into a large but simply furnished
bedroom. Once we reach the edge of the bed, he drops his arm,
spins around—it’s drunkenly graceful—and falls back on the bed,
arms spread wide as if he’s planning on making snow angels. “The
room is spinning.”

 

“Would you like me to get you a glass of water and possibly a
painkiller for the headache you’ll likely have in the morning?” I’m
already heading for the bathroom.

 

“Might be a good idea,” he mumbles.

 

I find a glass on the edge of bathroom vanity—which is clean, apart
from a brand new toothbrush and tube of toothpaste. I run the tap,
wishing I had a plastic tumbler, because I’m not sure he’s in any
state to deal with breakable objects. I check the medicine cabinet,

find the pills I need, shake out two tablets, and return to the
bedroom.


He’s right where I left him; sprawled out faceup on a massive king-
size bed, legs hanging off the end, one shoe on the floor beside
him. I cross over and set the water and the pills on the nightstand.
I make a quick trip back to the bathroom and grab the empty
wastebasket from beside the toilet in case his night is a lot rougher
than he expects.


I tap his knee, crossing my fingers he’ll be easy to rouse. “Hey, I
have painkillers for you.”


He makes a noise, but doesn’t move otherwise.

 

I tap his knee again. “Lincoln, you need to wake up long enough to
take these.” I cringe. I called him by name, and he didn’t offer it to
me while we were down at the bar. Here’s hoping he’s too drunk to
notice or remember. His name is Lincoln Moorehead, heir to the
Moorehead Media fortune and all the crap that comes with it. And
there’s a lot of it.


One eye becomes a slit. “Every time I open my eyes, the room
starts spinning again.”

 

“If you drink this and take these, it might help.” I hold up the glass
of water and the pills.

 

“’Kay.” It takes three tries for him to sit up. He tries to pick the pills
up out of my palm, but keeps missing my hand.
“Just open your mouth.”

 

He lifts his head. “How do I know you’re not trying to roofie me?”
I hold up the tablet in front of his face. “They don’t say roofie, so
you’re safe.”

 

He tries to focus on the pill and then my face. I have my doubts
he’s successful at either.

 

His tongue peeks out to drag across his bottom lip. “The cameras
in the hall will catch you if you steal my wallet.”

 

I laugh at that. “I’m not going to steal your wallet, I’m going to put
you to bed.”

 

“Hmm.” He nods slowly and opens his mouth.

 

I drop the pills on his tongue and hand him the glass, which he
drains in three long swallows. “Would you like me to refill that?”

 

“That’d be nice.” He holds out the glass, but when I try to pull
away, he covers my hands with his. His shockingly blue eyes meet
mine, and for a moment they’re clear and compelling. Despite how
out of it he is, and how much he resembles a mountain man, or
maybe because of it, I have a hard time looking away. “I really wish
I wasn’t this messed up. You smell nice. I bet your hair is pretty
when it’s not pulled up like that.” He flops a hand toward my bun.
“Not that it’s not pretty like that, but I bet if you took it down, it
would be wavy and soft. The kind of hair you want to bury your
face in and run your fingers through.” He exhales a long breath. “I
haven’t had sex in a really long time, but I feel like I would have
zero finesse if I tried right now.”


I smile and turn away. In the time it takes for me to refill his glass,
he’s managed to get one arm out of his suit jacket. He’s made it
most of the way onto the bed, feet still hanging off the end, but he’s
on his back, which is not ideal.


I set the glass on his nightstand, along with a second set of
painkillers, which I’m assuming he’ll need in the morning, and give
him another nudge. “Hey.”

 

This time I get nothing in the way of a response. I poke him twice
more, but still nothing. He can’t sleep on his back with how drunk
he is. He needs to be on his side or his stomach with a
wastebasket close by.

 

I can’t in good conscience leave him like this. My options are
limited. I shake my head as I kick off my shoes and climb up onto

the bed with him. This is not at all what I expected to be doing
when I brought him back up here.

 

I stare down at his sleeping form. His lips are parted, they’re nice
lips, full and plump, even though they’re mostly obscured by his
overgrown beard. His hair has started to unravel from its man bun,
wisps hanging in his face. He has long lashes, really long actually,
and they’re thick and dark, the kind women pay a lot of money for.
His nose is straight and his cheekbones— what I can see of
them—are high. With a haircut, a beard trim or complete shave,
and a new suit that actually fits, I can imagine how refined he’ll
look. More like a Moorehead than a mountain man lumberjack. I
shake my head. “I need you to roll onto your side, please,” I say
loudly.

 

Nothing. Not even a grunt.

 

I pull on his shoulder, but he’s dead weight. Leaning over him, I
make a fist and give him a light jab approximately where his kidney
is. “Lincoln, roll over.”

 

And roll he does, knocking me down and turning over so he’s right
on top of me. We’re face-to-face. Good God, he’s heavy. His bones
must be made of lead. He shifts, one leg coming over both of mine.
I push at his knee, but his arm swings out and he wraps himself
around me on a low groan, pinning my arm to my side. He’s like a
giant human blanket.

 

“How did this become my life?” I say to the ceiling, because the
man lying on top of me is apparently out cold.

 

I try to wriggle free, I even yell his name a bunch of time before I
give up and wait for him to roll off me. And while I wait for that to
happen, I replay the conversation with his mother, Gwendolyn
Moorehead, that took place forty-eight hours ago and put me in this
awkward position underneath her drunk son.

 

I’d been standing in Fredrick’s office, still digesting the fact that he
was dead. It was shocking that a massive heart attack had taken
him, since he was always so healthy and full of life.

 

Gwendolyn, his wife—now a widow—stood stoic behind his desk,
papers stacked neatly in the center.

 

“I’m so very for your loss, Gwendolyn. If there’s anything I can do.
Whatever you need.” The words poured out, typical condolences,
but sincerely meant because I couldn’t imagine how my mother
and I would feel if we lost my father.

 

Gwendolyn’s fingers danced at her throat as she cleared it. “Thank
you,” she whispered brokenly and dabbed at her eyes. “I
appreciate your kindness, Wren.”

 

“Let me know what you want me to handle, and I’ll take care of it.”

 

She took a deep breath, composing herself before she lifted her
gaze to mine. “I need your help.”

 

“Of course, what can I do?”

 

“My oldest son, Lincoln, will be returning to New York for the
funeral, and he’ll be staying to help run the company.”

 

A hot feeling crept up my spine. I’d heard very little about Lincoln.
Everything from Armstrong’s mouth was scathing, Fredrick’s
passing references had been with fondness, and my interactions
with Gwendolyn had been minimal as it was Fredrick himself who
hired me, so this was first I’ve heard of Lincoln through her. “I see.
And how can I help with that?” I could only imagine how difficult
Armstrong would be if he had to share the attention with someone

else, particularly his brother.

 

“Transitioning Lincoln.” Gwendolyn rounded her desk. “You’ve
managed to turn around Armstrong’s reputation in the media
during the time you’ve been here. I know it hasn’t been easy, and
Armstrong can be difficult to manage.”

 

Difficult to manage is the understatement of the entire century
where Armstrong is concerned. He’s a cocksucker of epic
proportions. He’s also a misogynistic, narcissistic bastard that I’ve
had to deal with for the past eight months on a nearly daily

basis—sometimes even on weekends.

 

My job as his “handler” has been to reshape his horrendous
reputation after his involvement in several scandalous events
became very public. It wasn’t a job I necessarily wanted, and I was
prepared to politely reject the offer, but my mother asked me to
take the position as a favor to her since she’s a friend of
Gwendolyn.

 

Beyond that, my relationship with my mother has been strained for
the past decade. When I was a teenager, I discovered information
that changed our relationship forever. Taking the job at Moorehead
was in part, my way of trying to help repair our fractured bond. The
financial compensation, which was ridiculously high, also didn’t
hurt. Besides, Gwendolyn is on nearly every single charitable
foundation committee in the city, and since that’s where my
interests lie, it seemed like a smart career move.

 

“Since you’re already working with Armstrong and things seem to
be settled there for the most part, I felt it would make sense to
keep you on here at Moorehead to work with Lincoln. He’s been
away from civilized society for several years. He’s nothing like his
brother, very altruistic and focused on his job, rather than
recreational pursuits, so he should be easier to manage.”

 

I fought a scoff at the last bit, since “recreational pursuits” was a
reference to the fact that Armstrong couldn’t seem to keep his
pants zipped when it came to women.

 

Gwendolyn pushed a set of papers toward me. “It would only be for
another six months. And of course, your salary would reflect the
double work load, since you’ll still have to maintain Armstrong in
some capacity while you assist Lincoln in transitioning into his role
here.”

 

“I’m sorry, what—”

 

Gwendolyn pulled me into an awkward hug, holding onto my
shoulders when she stepped back. Her eyes were glassy and red-
rimmed. “You have no idea how much I appreciate your willingness

to take this on. As soon as your contract is fulfilled, you have my
word that I’ll give you a glowing recommendation to whichever
organization you’d like. Your mother told me you’re interested in
starting your own foundation. I’ll certainly help you in any way I’m
able if you’ll stay on a little longer for me.” She dabbed at her
corner of her eyes and sniffed, then tapped the papers on the
desk. “I already have an agreement ready and an NDA, of course.
Everything is tabbed for signing.”

 

I’m pulled back into the present when Lincoln shifts and one of his
huge hands slides up my side and lands on my breast. At the same
time, he pushes his nose against my neck, beard tickling my
collarbone. He mutters something unintelligible against my skin.
I’m momentarily frozen in shock. Under any other circumstances, I
would knee him in the balls. However, he’s not conscious or even
semi-aware that he’s fondling me. Thankfully, now that he’s moved,
I have some wiggle room.

 

I elbow him in the ribs, which probably hurts me more than it does
him. At least it gets him to move away enough that I can slip out
from under him. I roll off the bed and pop back up, smoothing out
my now-wrinkled dress. My stupid nipples are perky, thanks to the
attention the right one just got. Probably because it’s the most
action I’ve seen since I started working for the Mooreheads eight
months ago.

 

I hit the lights on the way out of the bedroom, pause in the kitchen
to grab a glass of water and check out the sheet of paper on the
counter. It’s a list of important details regarding the penthouse,
including the entry code. I nab my purse, snap a pic, and head for
the elevators.


I have a feeling this is going to be a long six months.

 

 

From Handle With Care. Copyright © 2019 by Helena Hunting and reprinted
with permission from St. Martin’s Paperbacks.

 

 

 

 

 

Handle With Care (Shacking Up, #5)Handle With Care by Helena Hunting
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is book #5, in the Shacking Up series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. To avoid spoilers, and to more understand the series, I recommend reading these in order.

Wren has been working with someone awful. When she is approached to help the awful guy's brother she hesitates. Then she figures her future plans are worth it. When she meets the man who she will be working with, she questions everything.

Lincoln absolutely hates being attracted to Wren at first. Then he realizes he cannot make it one day in this smothering city without her. He is used to fresh air, and now she is the air that keeps him alive. Can he keep her or will he lose her to the wind?

These characters are so vibrant and so real. I felt for them as I read each page. This series just seems to get better. The pace was good, the heat was HOT, and the book was just a great read.


***This early copy was given in exchange for an honest review.

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Handle With Care Blogger Q&A – with Author, Helena Hunting

 

Q: Can you tell us a little about your new release, Handle with Care?

A: Handle with Care follows the story of the reclusive Lincoln Moorehead, who has done everything he can to separate himself from his family and their massive media corporation. Upon the death of his father, he’s forced to come home for the funeral, and then asked to stay on to help transition the company with the assistance of Wren Sterling who has been commissioned to overhaul Lincoln’s image in the public eye. 

 

Q: Lincoln Morehead and Wren Sterling are the lead characters in Handle with Care. Which one of them did you find the easiest to develop? What is each characters best and worst traits?

A: I always find developing the male lead the easiest. I’m not sure why exactly that is, but Lincoln’s character was so easy to round out and develop. Lincoln’s worst trait is that he jumps to conclusions without first getting all the facts, but his best trait is his altruism. He’s very much about giving back, and despite the fact that he can be a grumpy jerk, he’s also an incredibly good human being. Wren’s worst trait is that she can be a martyr for things that are outside of her control but her best trait is her strength of character and her belief in redemption.

 

Q: What was your greatest challenge while Handle with Care? What was your greatest pleasure and/or reward?

A: Wren is a badass heroine, so I think finding the balance between her strength of character and those hints of vulnerability could be tricky at times. I really wanted to humanize her and make her relatable and I hope readers connect with her. I LOVED writing the banter between Linc and Wren. They are both such strong personalities, and that made putting them head to head so much fun. 

 

Q: Which do you find easiest to write-the humor or the heart?

A: Humor always seems to find a natural place inside the story, but for me it’s about the balance between the two. I love taking a heavy moment and inserting some kind of comic relief before I go for the feels again. 

 

Q: Do you work from an outline while writing your novels? How closely do the finished novels fit your original vision of the characters and storyline before you begin writing?

A: I outline extensively. Most of the time I have about ten thousand words of outline and character development before I even start writing. It’s just how I work most effectively. I need to know who my characters are going in and where I want them to be by the end of the book. I generally stick to my outlines very closely since they are so detailed.

 

Q: What did you edit OUT of this book?

A: A lot of f-bombs.

 

 

Q: Do you listen to music while writing? Does it influence the flow of the scene you are writing? 

A: I do. I create playlists for every single book I write, and I often (always) listen to the same playlist while I write the book. This means that I burn out albums and songs for my family on a very, very regular basis. My husbands list of artists he will no longer listen to grows exponentially with every release. Halsey always finds a place on my playlist and the song Joaquim by Oscar and the Wolf was a particular favorite.

 

Q: When sitting down to write a new book you have a specific outline to follow or does it just flow naturally?

A: The first step in my process is always to write an outline. I need the bones of the story down, where the character arcs will fall and what the conflicts will look like before I start writing the book.

 

 

Q: What do you like to do when you aren't writing?

A: I like hanging out with my daughter and craft. Recently we went camping, which was a fun experience, although I grew up with a family cottage so we would spend a lot of the summer there.

 

Q: Name three things on your desk right now.

A: Broken Knight by LJ Shen, Fix Her Up by Tessa Bailey, Resist by K. Bromberg, Undeniable by Melanie Harlow, The Last Letter by Rebecca Yarros (still gives me the chills when I think about it), Verity by Colleen Hoover.

 

Q: What did you enjoy most about writing this book?

A: The banter between Wren and Linc and writing a grumpy, jerk hero who really isn’t a jerk but sure acts like one!

 

Q: To get to know you a little bit better... do you have a pet or something that is special to you that you could share with us?

A: I have two cats, Digit is a 14 year old pure white polydactyl cat who sheds like nobodies business and Pumpkin (named by our daughter) is a 6 year old black cat who often thinks he’s a dog, eat edamame beans and begs for bacon at the table.

 

 

Q: You've written many books & bestsellers, in many genres.  What has been your favorite to write thus far?

A: That’s a hard question to answer. I love them all for very different reasons, but I will say that I had a lot of fun writing Wren and Linc because of the banter and how much I love writing a strong heroine.

 

Q: What was your favorite book or series in your youth?

A: I used to love reading VC Andrews books, and Clive Barker, which I realize are very, bery different!

 

Q: What would you like us (the readers) to take away from your story?

A: That families aren’t perfect and people can make mistakes, yet still grow from them.

 

Q: What is your favorite platform to connect with your reader to date?

A: I have a reader group called The Beaver Den and I love it in there. The readers are always sharing book experiences and it’s a great community! If you want to join my group you can do it here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/HelenaHuntingBeaverDen

 

 

Q: What project(s) are you currently working on?

A: I just finished the third book in the All In Series, which the first book will be releasing this fall. Next I’m starting a standalone, but I also have a new series I’ll be starting soon, and I have a book idea or two for secondary characters in the last two books of The Shacking Up series, as well. It’s safe to say that my writing schedule is planned for the next two years!

 

Q: Do you believe in love at first sight?

A: I don’t know about love at first sight but when I saw my husband from across the room for the first time I thought, “man, he’s pretty” and then when we had our first conversation the connection was instant. I think people can “click” and be drawn to each other for inexplicable reasons.

 

 

 

 

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Author Spotlight - Birks Kalulu

 

 

Kitty's Book Spot! got together with the author of the amazing thriller, "The Dream Actor."  We wanted to get to know Birks Kalulu, as well as his story.  If you are a fan of fast paced, family feuds & unpredictable action - this book is for you!

 

 

 

 

 

 Amazon (kindle) http://amzn.to/2kwipWt

Paperback http://amzn.to/2CPes5E

 

 

 

1.     Do you listen to music as you write?

 

Do I listen to music as I write? Well yes and no. So many things move me while writing, things like another book, a film or a life situation. Back to your question though, not all music inspires me to write. There are chapters in my book ‘The Dream Actor’, which I wrote under the influence of mid tempo music. I didn’t need music to write the death scenes though, I just tapped into my memories and broke back the pain and anguish I felt when my father passed away this year in October, that wasn’t hard. Away from writing, I love to listen to music while I read.

 

2.     Are you a reader?  What is your favorite work of fiction?

 

I am a bookworm! And that is just an understatement. I have read many books since my childhood and I have lost count of the number. Books contain life treasures. I have read books that are grossly horrific, to true life stories that just blow away the mind. I am the type of person that would rather read a book than watch the movie version. My favorite work of fiction is the classical book by English novelist George Orwell called “animal farm”.

 

3.     Your new book is so different and exciting.  What inspired this kind of story?

 

Different it is indeed. The main inspiration about this book came from reading and watching documentaries on dreams (lucid dreams for example). Also in my family, in every generation we have had twins. These highly complex phenomenon spurred by my unending wild imagination conjured up this kind of a story. It was wonderful writing every letter and seeing the characters working to gather and later clashing with each other. The book is writing is more from narrations than your typical novel dialogues. And the setup is serene but with a dash of chaos, typical human life right? I believe there is nothing on the bookshelves close to the story line in this book. It will make the reader flip pages till saliva dries up! What can I say, in a way, this book tries to demonstrate that dream do come true…in strange ways.  

 

4.     If your characters were in your neighborhood, would you want to be friends with them?

 

Well, I cannot say, because from the outlook, it seems like a pretty normal family. The boys are obedient and loving. Their father has a normal job and nothing out of the usual. So I might be their friend. On the flip side, I might be a victim of their nightmares. So it is a 50/50 situation. Let us wait for the sequel, maybe it gets better.

 

5.     Have you ever made/would you make a (music) playlist for your story?

 

I have not thought of that to be honest. But that would not be a hard thing because I am a music producer for Kalulu sound factory. I guarantee that would be fun to do! Thank you for the idea.

 

6.     Will you share with our readers something about yourself no one else knows?

 

Sure but I hope I do not get in trouble for it. I used to steal books from the school library so that I could selfishly read them alone. I had depleted the school library; well mostly it was a stash of novels…so I guess I can be forgiven for that.

 

7.     What other genres would you want to write?

 

I write nonfiction too. For example next year I will be publishing a memoir about my late father.

 

8.     Do you have siblings?  We will see them in this book?

 

I have 5 siblings, and one of them, my brother, contributed immensely during the course of writing this book. Two of my younger siblings are actually fraternal twins, of the opposite sex. So maybe in a subtle way I have incorporated bits of my personally life. Either way, it is pure fiction.  

 

9.     If you could pick anyone to be your hero, fiction or real, who would you pick?

 

This is a hard question. I want to pick myself, but that would be illegal considering the nature of your question. So now, who to choose, real or fiction? I go with MacGyver.  And I digress.

 

10.  What is your favorite snack?

 

Those tantalizing, mouthwatering, pop play eat – pringles.

 

 

11.  What do you hope the readers take away from your story?

 

This is a good question, considering my book is an action thriller filled with short fused detectives and family feuds. Well the readers can take away this, that dreams do come true – so pay attention to them.  

 

 

 

Author Information:

 

Birks Kalulu is a university graduate with a degree in public administration from the University of Zambia. He is currently working at Huawei Technologies Co Ltd. He is also an online entrepreneur, loves traveling and networking with like-minded people. Birks is a loving husband and father to two beautiful children. Writing is his passion. He believes the brain is limitless and every problem has a solution.

 

MY FACEBOOK PROFILE: https://www.facebook.com/jac.lupe 
AMAZON BOOK LINK: http://bit.ly/TheDreamActor
 
 
 
 
 

 

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Release Week Celebration - Prom Queen

 

 

 

 

Celebrate the Release of PROM QUEEN!

 

A high school reunion is about to get down and dirty and a whole lot more complicated in this new erotic romance from New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Katee Robert.

 

Welcome to Bad Boy Homecoming! Five bestselling authors got together to see what happens when bad boy heroes (and even a bad girl or two!) roll back into a small town in Texas for their High School reunion. Sexy times, angst-filled memories, and second chances abound with this contemporary romance series.

 

 

Add PROM QUEEN to your TBR pile on Goodreads, then keep reading for an exclusive excerpt! Be sure to enter the giveaway for your chance to win a $50 Amazon gift card, a Signed Paperback Set of the entire Bad Boy Homecoming Series, or a Prom Queen themed scented candle!

 

Title: Prom Queen

Author: Katee Robert

Release Date: June 27, 2017

Publisher: Katee Robert

Series: Bad Boy Homecoming

Page Count: 109 pages

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Price: $3.99

 

Synopsis:


Jake Davis had it all in high school—a scholarship to his college of choice, a promising football career, and the gorgeous prom queen for a girlfriend. And then he lost it all when he was injured right after graduation. Ten years later, he’s mostly made his peace with that, and now runs a company that provides women with dates for special events. Imagine his surprise when he discovers that the ex who left him in the dust needs a fake boyfriend for their high school reunion…

 

Jessica Jackson used to be the mean girl to end all mean girls. But life didn’t turn out like she’d thought it would, and now she’s twenty-eight, single, and works as an insurance agent to A-listers instead of being the A-lister like she’d always dreamed. She can’t go back to her hometown and admit just how thoroughly she’s failed, so she lets her friends set her up with a fake date for the reunion.

 

The second Jessica realizes that her fake date is Jake, she tries to call the whole thing off. The problem is the chemistry between them is even hotter now than it was when they were teenagers. Against her better judgment she lets herself get drawn into Jake’s arms again—and into his bed. But time doesn’t heal all wounds—sometimes, it actually makes them worse—and if Jessica and Jake can’t learn to forgive each other, their second chance might not last the weekend.


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Prom Queen (Bad Boy Homecoming, #3)Prom Queen by Katee Robert
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is the 3rd book in the Bad Boy Homecoming series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader understanding and enjoyment, I recommend reading in order.

Jessica gets talked into going to her 10 year reunion. She knows if she goes back she will take a lot of crap, she was a horrible person in high school. She fears what she has to face. You can't go back, can you?

Jake cannot believe his luck. The love of his life suddenly needs a date to their reunion. If he can stand to be around her without touching her maybe it will be okay. If not, they have a lot of time to make up for. The sparks are flyin'!

This book was just as sexy and sweet as I was hoping. Never failed by this author to have a treat to read. This series is also a hot and yet sweet joy to read. Makes me sad I missed my reunion. I truly love second chance stories and this just hit the spot!


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Excerpt from PROM QUEEN

Copyright © 2017 Katee Robert

 

Taking a fortifying breath that did nothing to fortify, she scrolled through her texts to find the number that had shown up last night. The words were short and to the point.

 

I’ll pick you up at the airport.

 

Nothing there to tell what kind of man she’d ended up with, and she’d been too cowardly to text back anything other than a generic agreement. Now there was nothing left to stall with. Jessica hitched her purse higher up on her shoulder and headed through security. The big red line tiled into the floor was a point of no return in so many ways. Why did I think this was a good idea?

 

Her mama didn’t raise a coward, though, so she lifted her chin and marched forward. No matter who this guy was, she’d faced down worse. She’d been worse. It couldn’t be more horrifying than the Miss Texas Teen USA pageant of 2005 where that little brat Misty Brennan cut holes into her dress and she didn’t realize it until she was out on stage and had her pink polka dot bra showing to the audience and God. Jessica had powered through that and walked out with second place, and she’d power through this, too.

 

She joined the people from multiple flights crowded around the baggage claim, her body practically vibrating from nerves. The scent of too many people in too little space assaulted her, but she was more focused on the faces she didn’t recognize from the plane. Too many, all filtered in with the travelers—there was no way she’d be able to pick him out of the crowd. Her date had her picture, so he’d have to be the one to approach. What if he doesn’t? What if this is just karma giving me one last kick in the teeth?

 

Oh, for God’s sake, stop being so dramatic.

 

Jessica.”

 

A thrill shot down her spine, quickly eaten up by a dread so strong, she wished the ground would open and swallow her whole. She shot a look at the nearest exit, but if she took off now, she’d have to admit that she fled instead of turning and facing her Number One Nightmare.

 

Jake Davis.

 

Praying she was wrong, she turned slowly to face him. Nope. That was definitely Jake Davis, ex-quarterback, ex-boyfriend, just all around ex when it came to Jessica. And he was definitely way better in real life than he’d been in the pictures she’d seen while she was creeping on him. Her heart picked up and her body sparked to life in a way it hadn’t in far too long.

 

Something like ten years.

 

She was staring. She couldn’t stop. Jessica licked her lips, her breath stalling in her lungs when his green eyes met hers. His eyes had always been one of her favorite features—a true green that brightened depending on what he was wearing, framed with thick, dark lashes that had always made her jealous when she was a teenager. Going by those eyes, Jakes would be judged downright pretty.

 

At least until you saw the rest of his face. His hair had darkened over the years, closer to brown than blond, and his lantern jaw was covered with… “What the hell is that on your face?”

 

He blinked, the only outward sign that she’d surprised him.

 

Nice to see you too, Jessie.” He touched his scruff. “A lot’s changed since you left.”

 

Her gaze jumped to his right shoulder. There was no outward sign of the injury that had started the end of it all, but then, he was wearing a light-weight black T-shirt, so it wasn’t like it would show. Focus, Jessica. “What are you doing here? Are you picking up someone for the reunion?” There you go. Nice and casual.

 

You might say that.” He kept looking at her like he could see the inside of her head. Another new trick.

 

She glanced around, trying to be subtle. The baggage claim had started to clear out, and there weren’t any conveniently gorgeous men standing around alone. Where was her date? Now would be the perfect time for him to sweep in and do the job she’d hired him for. “I’m here with someone.”

 

I know.”

 

She frowned. “What are you talking about?” On second thought, escaping Jake before she met her date was probably a better choice. She didn’t want to have to deal with meeting this new guy and trying to pretend they’d been dating forever. And how was she going to explain how she’d magically lost him between getting off the plane and the baggage claim.

 

Cora’s so-called perfect plan was teetering toward disaster.

 

Your order from Diamond Dates.” He gave her a slow, knowing grin that she felt all the way to her toes, and offered his hand. “Jessica Jackson, I’m your date for the reunion.”

 

 

 

 

Author Interview with Author, Katee Robert:

 

 

  1. What would you say you have in common, if anything, with your characters?

Not much! Haha. I didn’t spend much time socializing at my high school because all my friends went to other schools, and I did a program that allowed me to get 2 years of college early, so I wasn’t even at my high school for my junior and senior year.

 

To contrast, Jessica and Jake were high school royalty. She was prom queen and head cheerleader, and he was the start quarterback who was on a fast track to college and the NFL until an injury messed all that up.

 

Two different worlds for sure!

 

  1. Do you have a favorite character/series you have read?

Anne Bishop’s The Black Jewels series is probably my all time favorite. I reread it every year over the holidays and it always feels like visiting old friends.

 

 

 

  1. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Depending on what year you asked, a pediatrician, a marine biologist, or a jockey.

 

 

 

  1. Your books are fabulously HOT! What advice would you give an aspiring author on writing love scenes?

Thank you!! My advice would be to ease into it. When I first started writing, I didn’t write sex scenes at all, and then when I finally did, I hated them. I felt awkward and lame and like they weren’t sexy in the least. But, like anything, a lot of it is practice. These days, sex scenes are my favorite parts of any given book!

 

 

 

  1. Are you willing to share something unknown about you to our readers?

Hmmm. I tend to be almost too candid online so this is a difficult question! Let’s see—I was a big church kid through most of the first couple years of high school. I did outreach stuff and went on a missions trip to Russia and volunteered at the summer camp. Which is kind of hilarious now, given what I write (and that church would NOT be accepting of it at all if they knew now).

 

 

 

 

 

About Katee Robert

 

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. Her 2015 title, The Marriage Contract, was a RITA finalist, and RT Book Reviews named it 'a compulsively readable book with just the right amount of suspense and tension."  When not writing sexy contemporary and romantic suspense, she spends her time playing imaginary games with her children, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse. 

 

Connect with Katee at: Website | Facebook | Twitter| GoodReads | Instagram

 

 

 

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Virtual Tour w/Review - Playing For Keeps
 
  
 
Will the couple find the strength and courage to put it all on the line 
when love means playing for keeps?
 
  
 
 PLAYING FOR KEEPS
York Bombers #3
Lisa B. Kamps
Releasing June 28th, 2017
 
 
Tyler Bowie is the serious and focused goalie for the York Bombers. He has his mind on the game and his eye on the future. And he always plays by the rules--until he meets Jennifer Emory, his teammate's sister. What is it about the troubled woman that tempts him to break the biggest rule of all?
 
Jennifer Emory is looking to start a new life and finds the distraction she needs in Tyler Bowie, her brother's intensely sexy teammate. But the distraction quickly turns to something else. She knows all about the bro code, but there's just something about Tyler that makes her want to take a chance and risk so much more than her brother's ire.
 
Will the couple find the strength and courage to put it all on the line when love means playing for keeps?
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But God, she hated it. Hated running away. Hated having to rely on her brother. Hated feeling like a burden.

 

Hated knowing that no matter where she went, one tiny little mistake could follow her forever.

 

She sighed and drew her knees up to her chest. It didn't matter how gorgeous Tyler Bowie was, or how much she was attracted to him, or even if she had a tiny little crush on him. She couldn't allow anything to happen. Not that he was interested but still…no, nothing would happen. He was a hockey player. He was her brother's teammate.

 

No—no matter how hot Tyler was, it was strictly a case of look but don't touch. She didn't think he was like her ex but she couldn't be sure because she didn't know him that well. And she couldn't trust her own judgement, not anymore. Not after what her ex had done.

 

Except it had been ten long months and Tyler was so gorgeous. Would it really hurt, just to sample a small taste?

 

And oh God, what was she thinking? No, absolutely not. She could not think like that, couldn't even afford to pretend to think like that. No matter how much—

 

She heard the muffled sound of footsteps against the thick carpeting and turned on the sofa, her eyes widening at the sight of Tyler shuffling up the short hall toward her. His thick hair was tousled, his lids half-lowered over dark, sleepy eyes. He paused and ran a hand over his broad chest, which caused the hem of the thin t-shirt to lift. Her mouth dried as she caught a glimpse of smooth skin pulled tight over the hard muscle of defined abs.

 

Smooth skin broken only by a thin line of dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of the loose gym shorts riding low on his lean hips.

 

Jenny blinked, her face heating as her gaze travelled down his sturdy legs, taking in the long muscles of strong thighs, lightly dusted with dark hair. Even his bare feet were sexy. Since when did she ever notice a man's feet? Since never, that's when.

 

She tore her gaze away, forcing herself to look anywhere else. At the generic prints scattered on the wall behind him. At the small dinette table with its two chairs and pile of mail sitting on top of a dark green placemat. At the television, its screen now dark because she had turned it off.

 

Anywhere except at Tyler.

 

Oh God, she was in so much trouble.

 

Look but don't touch? No, she couldn't even do that, not when the simple act of just looking made her want to do so much more.

 
 
 
Playing For Keeps (York Bombers, #3)Playing For Keeps by Lisa B. Kamps
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is the 3rd book in the York Bombers series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader enjoyment and understanding, I recommend reading this series in order.

Jennifer had to start over. She just needed a new place and new scenery to get over the past. Her brother lets her stay with him. Then she meets his teammate....

Tyler has already got the hots for his friends sister. The code among the team is you don't poach family. He just cannot stop how he feels. She seems to feel something too.

This is such a fast paced story. I like the characters and the heat. Love that it has hockey. This series is just a really great read. I am hoping for another installment.


***This ARC copy was given in exchange for an honest review only.

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Tasty Q&A with Lisa B. Kamps

 

If you had a theme song, what would it be?

Honestly, it depends on my mood. But there are two that always seem to be at the top of my list:

Fight Song by Rachel Platten and…

 

Wait for it…

 

Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen!

 

Name three things on your desk right now.

  • A large bag of almond M&Ms (I won't tell you how many are left in the bag)

  • Large mug of coffee (strong with cream and sugar if you're really curious)

  • My planner and notepad, pens and post-its (yes, that only counts as one item in my world!!)

 

A la Twitter style, please describe your book in 140 characters or less.

Okay, I'm really not that great at Twitter but I'll give it a shot:

#secretpast #steamyread #bestfriendssister #forbiddenlove #nevergiveup #loveconquersall #hockeyromance #alwayshopeful

Did I go over??

 

What do you do when you are not writing?

Plan for the next book? Seriously, my mind is always going: thinking, dreaming, wondering, planning. Doesn't matter what I'm doing, there's always something involving writing going on in my head.

Except when I go into total slug-mode, which does happen every once in a while. If that's the case, I'm either literally doing absolutely nothing (I mean I literally turn completely OFF), or I'm either reading or playing SIMS. Hey, don't judge me !

Is anything in your book based on real life experiences or purely all imagination?

Are there certain characters you would like to go back to, or is there a theme or idea you’d love to work with?

 

Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?

The best piece of advice I can give (and have given) any aspiring writer is one that's been around for ages: Just do it. Don’t think about doing it, don’t talk about doing it, don't dream about doing it. Just sit your butt down and get those words on the page. Talking is easy, but if you're serious, stop talking and just write. You can fix it later, worry about it later, angst over it later. But you need to get those words on paper first. In this case, actions really do speak louder than words.

 

Don't get so caught up in the rules that you end up hampering your creative flow. Yes, learn the rules, be aware of them, but don't let them rule your writing (or your creative process). There are so many rules out there that "they" say can't be broken. But guess what? They get broken all the time, and it works. Do what works for you, your story, your characters. Don't let the rules silence your unique voice. (Note: I'm not talking about grammar and punctuation--those are important. It's those other pesky rules, like don't write in first person, don't write about a sports hero, etc.)

 

Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?

To my current readers and fans: THANK YOU so much for taking a chance and joining me on this wonderful journey! It really wouldn't be possible without all of you! To those readers who haven't yet read my books: don't be afraid to take a chance! You might surprise yourself and find a new favorite author (if not favorite, then hopefully one you really like!).

 

Can you tell us about your upcoming book?

My next scheduled release is PLAYING IT UP, The York Bombers Book 4.

Many of you have already met Zach and Haley in the other York Bomber titles. These two love to hate each other and are always butting heads. And when they finally get together...?

There's a fine line between love and hate, a line the mismatched pair crosses with as much passion in bed as out of it. No strings, no expectations. When Haley's past comes back to haunt her, putting her life in peril, Zach realizes that some things are worth fighting for—no matter the cost—and Haley learns she must let go of the past if she wants to hang on to the future.

This one is a steamy twist on your enemies-to-lovers story, with a few more surprises thrown in! PLAYING IT UP releases on August 30 and is available for pre-order now. You can find the link here: https://books2read.com/PlayingItUp

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Lisa B. Kamps is the author of the best-selling series The Baltimore Banners, featuring "hard-hitting, heart-melting hockey players" [USA Today], on and off the ice. Her Firehouse Fourteen series features hot and heroic firefighters who put more than their lives on the line. She's introduced a whole new team of hot hockey players who play hard and love even harder in her newest series, The York Bombers.
 
In a previous life, she worked as a firefighter with the Baltimore County Fire Department then did a very brief (and not very successful) stint at bartending in east Baltimore, and finally served as the Director of Retail Operations for a busy Civil War non-profit.
 
Lisa currently lives in Maryland with her husband and two sons (who are mostly sorta-kinda out of the house), one very spoiled Border Collie, two cats with major attitude, several head of cattle, and entirely too many chickens to count. When she's not busy writing or chasing animals, she's cheering loudly for her favorite hockey team, the Washington Capitals--or going through withdrawal and waiting for October to roll back around!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Virtual Tour - Falling For The Right Brother
 
 
 
Saved by the blog! 
 
 
 
 FALLING FOR THE RIGHT BROTHER
Saved by the Blog #1
Kerri Carpenter
Released June 1, 2017
Harlequin
 

 

Saved by the blog! 
 
This just in, fair readers! Chic and stunning, that gorgeous new woman about town is none other than our very own little Ellie—now Elle—Owens. She's a far cry from the frumpy, bookish student we used to know, but then, living in Italy will do that to a girl! Still, this blogger can't forget the infamous video that caused her to leave! 

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Apparently Miss Elle has been spotted with yummy contractor Cam Dumont…but we thought her heart belonged to his little brother. Are Cam and Elle a new couple? They were seen cooling their passions in the bay…in April! If this is love, let's hope she's swimming with the right brother. The Bayside Blogger will keep you posted.
 
 

 
 
 
 

As they walked to the truck, Cam reached for her arm, but Elle quickly evaded him. They could not touch. Not in public. Not anywhere.

 

Cam must have caught on to her mood because instead of opening her door, he kept his hand over the handle. “What gives?”

 

Nothing gives. I’m anxious to get to work.”

 

He studied her for another moment, his dark eyes roaming her face, searching for the cause of her behavior. Finally, he backed up, opened the door and watched her slide in. But instead of closing the door, he leaned in, planting one palm on the center console, the other on her headrest, boxing her in. With their faces a mere hairsbreadth apart, he said, “Good. Because I would hope that kiss last night didn’t scare you off.”

 

Turned on beyond belief, Elle couldn’t speak. So she shook her head instead.

 

Great. Because I plan on doing it again soon.”

 
 
 
 
 

 

Describe yourself in five words or less.

I can do this in just one little word: sparkly!

 

Can you tell us a little about your book?

The Saved by the Blog series is about a small town on the Chesapeake Bay called Bayside. As small towns tend to do, Bayside is prone to gossip and rumors. They have a gossip blogger called the Bayside Blogger who writes for the local paper and reports every detail on every person in town.

Falling for the Right Brother is the first book in the three-part series. It’s a combination of Sabrina and Gossip Girl, with a little Saved by the Bell thrown in for fun. This is the story of Elle Owens, who was desperately in love with Jasper Dumont when she was growing up in Bayside, Virginia. After an embarrassing incident of professing her love for Jasper was caught on video, Elle hightailed it to Italy. When she returns to Bayside ten years later, it’s Jasper’s older brother Cam who catches Elle’s eye. Unfortunately, all of this happens under the watchful eye of the ubiquitous Bayside Blogger.

 

 

Name three things on your desk right now.

Not just right now, but pretty much at all times, I have my phone. I love listening to music while I work, so I either pull up a playlist I made, an album or listen to the radio through an app. I always have water because I’m a water-holic. And I typically have Post-it notes or some kind of paper because I’m constantly making lists (for my real life) and scribbling notes (for my writing life).

 

If you could have dinner with any three authors (alive or dead), who would you choose and why?

Jill Shalvis, because I’m a total fan girl. I love, love, love her books. Plus, based on her social media and newsletter, I think she’d be really fun to hang with.

Jane Austen, because I adore her books. I also consider her to be the first great chick lit writer and I want to ask her about some of the remakes/homages to her books like Clueless and Bridget Jones’s Diary. I think she would love them.

JK Rowling, because I’m a huge fan of Harry Potter and her world-building ability. Also, whenever I’m having a bad writing time, I re-watch the interview she did with Oprah for the millionth time. Her description of depression is so spot-on that it actually helped me deal with my own issues.

 

 

Where did the inspiration for this book come from?

I was walking my dog, Harry, one afternoon and the idea for Falling for the Right Brother popped into my head. I could see the town of Bayside, Elle and Cam, everything, so clearly. I remember very distinctly having the thought: This is like Sabrina and Gossip Girl. It was strange because I hadn’t seen either in years. I thought about the story the entire time I was walking Harry and as soon as I got home, I started writing it.

 

Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?

  1. Join a writer’s group and hang out with like-minded people. Learn the craft, take classes, talk to writers who are in a position you’d like to emulate.

  2. Get friends who are not writers, will never be writers and have nothing to do with the writing world. They will keep you grounded.

  3. Invest in a crock-pot. Trust me on this one. The time you save in the kitchen can translate to many words written.

  4. Exercise!

  5. Learn how to say this incredibly difficult, yet incredibly small word: NO.

  6. Learn how to say YES. Yes, I will finish this book. Yes, I will submit it to publishers and/or agents. Yes, I will enter this contest.

  7. Never. Give. Up.

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Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

 

 

 
 
 
Award-winning romance author Kerri Carpenter writes contemporary romances that are sweet, sexy, and sparkly. When she’s not writing, Kerri enjoys reading, cooking, watching movies, taking Zumba classes, rooting for Pittsburgh sports teams, and anything sparkly. Kerri lives in Northern Virginia with her adorable (and mischievous) rescued poodle mix, Harry. Visit Kerri at her website, on FacebookTwitter, or Instagram, or subscribe to her newsletter
 
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