Sneak Peek Inside NEW RomCom Release WHEN IT HOOKS YOU #SummerLovin
Today's the day my newest Chick Lit/Romance hits the e-stands at Amazon. We're welcoming it into the world with a review tour, hosted by the fabulous Lady Amber's Reviews. Visit any of the review tour posts linked below (on or after the day indicated) to enter my giveaway - prize is a $10 Starbucks Gift Card & a Beaded Bookmark, just what you need for settling into a good book.
But first, I think it's only fair that I answer the question I always ask of my visiting authors:
Q: Name one song that best captures the essence of WHEN IT HOOKS YOU.
A: Easy. "Friday I'm in Love" by The Cure. The bouncy beat with just a touch of the band's trademark melancholy matches the mood of the story. And the sentiment is perfect for a girl who decides to commit to a life of no commitments. She's free to fall in love with a new guy every Friday. At least that was the plan...
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WHEN IT HOOKS YOU Review Blitz
(I'll update links directly to the reviews as they go live - bolded blogs are those that've actually posted.)
(I'll update links directly to the reviews as they go live - bolded blogs are those that've actually posted.)
6/15
Exclusive Excerpt at Nancee Cain, Romance with a Serrated Edge
6/16
6/17
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I love the second-guessing that goes along with tiptoeing into a new relationship, don't you? Love stories would be pretty boring if both parties strutted into the whole thing with perfect confidence. But our boy Adam shows signs all along that his struggle is beyond the usual. He has very good reason to be cautious about this budding romance with Trish. Unfortunately, she ignores the signs and finds out his reasons too late. Here's an excerpt that shows some of Trish's and Adam's early tiptoeing.
Excerpt from WHEN IT HOOKS YOU
Trish saw Adam Helms’ name on the visitor list, and her
perfect posture sagged. She’d hoped he’d get in touch before his next trip to Chicago,
but she hadn’t heard a word from him. Now he was here and hadn’t even attempted
to make any plans with her. She could only interpret that to mean he wasn’t interested
in a second date.
Probably for the best,
she told herself. Not like it could go anywhere,
anyhow. Yet she couldn’t deny she’d been hoping for more than a few transient
moments with him as he entered and exited the office. Something about that man intrigued
her. But if he didn’t find her to be equally intriguing, what could she do about
it?
She was pleasant but reserved when he arrived. “Good morning,”
she said, keeping any hint of flirtation out of her smile. “You’re a third timer
now, so Michael asked me to send you directly to the conference room.”
“Thank you,” was all Adam said before disappearing behind the
door to Michael’s side of the office.
Trish lost count of how many times her eyes went to that same door during the next ninety minutes. When Adam finally emerged, she was at the small kitchenette off to the side of the lobby, pouring coffee for a waiting client. She watched him glance at her empty chair. Then his eyes roved the room, stopping when they landed on her.
She immediately redirected her attention toward the other client,
walking across the carpet in a practiced saunter—not too provocative, but not completely
innocent, either. “Here you go, Mrs. Beneficence. Please let me know if you need
anything else. Stephanie should be ready to meet with you in a few minutes.”
When she stood straight and turned toward her desk, Adam’s gaze
flicked abruptly away from her, like he’d been caught staring. “Can I help you with
something, Mr. Helms? Would you like a bottled water for the road?”
“No…I…” His captivating eyes were back on her. “I didn’t want
to leave without saying goodbye.” He stayed rooted where he stood, looking considerably
less haggard than he’d been the last time he’d exited the office, four weeks earlier.
Today he was poised and collected, debonair in his perfectly fitted dark suit.
His lingering attention caused Trish to waiver in her coolness.
The earnestness in his expression certainly seemed to indicate he wanted more than
transient moments with her, as well. She shook it off, resisting the urge to read
more into his look than was actually there. He hadn’t called. He wasn’t interested.
That was that.
She continued on to her desk and lowered into her chair. “Well,
goodbye then.” She gave him a dismissive smile and focused on her computer screen.
It felt awful being outright rude to him, but what did he expect? She was embarrassed
at having been so forward about adding her name to his contacts. He’d probably deleted
her information before he’d even gotten to the hotel.
“Goodbye,” he said. She didn’t look up from her screen, but in
her peripheral vision, she saw him spin on his heel and stay hidden behind the plant
until the elevator dinged and took him away.
Ten minutes later, with Mrs. Beneficence ferried to her attorney’s
office, Trish’s phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number.
What was that?
Who is this?
Adam Helms
Oh
I repeat—what was that?
What was what?
In the office. Why could we hardly talk to each other?
I didn’t realize you wanted to talk.
I didn’t want to not talk.
Huh?
I don’t know what I’m saying.
A few seconds passed with Trish not knowing how to respond. Her
phone buzzed again.
I want to see you.
Her heart thudded against her ribcage, and her cold bitch mode
melted away to be replaced by coy flirt.
You just did, silly.
Again. I want to see you again.
Comments
Juneta @ Writer's Gambit
Congratulations, Nicki! Yay!!!!
Hope you're off to a great summer!