Entangled Publishing is turning 5! + Giveaway!!

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Entangled Publishing is turning 5 and love is in the air!

Let’s all celebrate with Entangled Publishing as they turn 5! To show their love to their readers they are offering all the books from their bestselling imprint, Lovestruck, for only $.99 each! If you love romantic comedies you won’t want to miss any of these laugh out loud  reads. AND that’s not all. From 2/1 to 2/21 they are giving away 5 Lovestruck prize packs including 5 different Sephora Minimergency kits, an Amazon gift card and other surprise gift cards. So be sure to stop by each of the amazing blogger hosts and visit the Lovestruck Facebook page to find out about the fun events and giveaways that will happen in the coming weeks. 

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Chance of A Lifetime (Anderson Brothers #3)

Marissa Clarke

Published November 16th 2015 by Entangled: Lovestruck

A > Romance | Contemporary

Purchase links: Amazon | BN

 

Blurb from Goodreads:

Sometimes the biggest risk is playing it safe…

Gen Richards is tired of living down to her family’s expectation of the helpless blind girl. Resurrecting her high-school bucket list that begins with “kiss a total stranger” seems just the thing until she finds herself in a panty-melting lip lock with her big brother’s best friend.

Chance Anderson thrives on adrenaline, but Genny’s the one risk he’s not willing to take. His recklessness a decade ago landed her in the hospital and ejected him from her life. He’s bad for her and everyone knows it—especially her big brother.

Chance reluctantly helps Gen complete her bucket list in order to keep her out of trouble. Running through a freezing fountain, playing Spin the Bottle while fending off a mad horde of stinging insects, and skinny dipping with homicidal attack swans don’t hold a candle to the real danger: falling for the one person he can never have.

 

EXCERPT:

He pulled her free of the fence and held her against him until she was steady. “Pond is about fifty feet straight ahead,” he whispered in her ear, sending shocks of energy through her entire body. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

She crept along behind him with her fingers though his belt loops, fighting back giggles. “Are you kidding? I’ve waited ten years to do this. Are you going to chicken out on me?”

“Never!”


“Shhhhhh.”
He chuckled and stopped, causing her to bump into him full-body from behind with an oof.
“What the heck?” she whispered. “It’s like the blind leading the blind here.”


“I’m going to show you precisely how well I can see if you mash your breasts against me again.” He headed off once more with her in tow.

“Well, then, warn me before you stop.” A rustling came from somewhere on the right. “What was that?” she whispered, moving her grip to the belt loops nearest the front of his pants to get closer to him.

“Stopping,” he said, straightening from his tiptoe crouch.

Still holding him tight, she buried her face in the back of his shirt. “There’s something in the bushes or weeds to our right, and I’m scared it’s going to jump out at us.”

He cleared his throat. “Honey, there’s something in my pants, and if you don’t turn loose of where you’re holding me, it might jump out at us, too.”

“Oh.” She giggled and released him. “Sorry. I’m kind of excited.”

“Clearly, so am I.”


 

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Racing Hearts: Compilation

Laura Lascarso

Published October 26th 2015 by Leap Books, LLC

YA/NA > Contemporary | Romance

 

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Book One:

Eighteen-year-old Jesse Copeland learns of a local car race sponsored by his father’s nemesis, Shep Bradley, and the prize money might be enough to keep his family from losing their home–if he can win. Brooke, Shep’s daughter, is also aiming to compete, with or without her father’s approval. She’ll do whatever it takes to persuade Jesse to make her car race ready. Both are driven, both are risk-takers, and soon it’s more than engines getting fired up. Jesse tells himself their relationship is strictly business, until it isn’t. Can two star-crossed lovers overcome a family feud as old as Ford vs. Chevy, or will the competition become too explosive for these racing hearts?

Book Two:

See you at the finish line… With the big race weeks away, eighteen-year-old Jesse Copeland struggles to keep his head in the game and his hands off his smoking hot competition. But when Brooke reveals a secret that could destroy Jesse’s family, it sends him into a tailspin of self-doubt. Jesse must pull himself together if he hopes to have a shot at the prize money, save his home, and win the heart of the girl he loves. Can these two competitors overcome the sins of their fathers or will a shadowed history destroy their dreams forever?1

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 EXCERPT:

RH1 two scenes from Brooke’s perspective, first-person

By Laura Lascarso

Not many things held my attention, but that Cobra did, especially speeding down the highway in broad daylight like it was the Daytona 500.

I adjusted my rearview mirror to get a better look. From the shape of the hood I guessed it to be a ‘69 and I might add that the driver was easy on the eyes as well. He pulled up next to me and revved his engine, which roused me from my afternoon daydream. Maybe it was a tease or maybe it was a challenge. There was only one thing I could do—I revved my engine back.

“Nice ride,” he called out, checking me out with just the right amount of discretion. I appraised his lines—powder blue paint job polished to a high shine and not a scratch or dent on her. I appreciated a man who took care of his car. That Cobra was a beloved machine.

“Back at ya, Hotshot,” I called. “Want to race?”

He tilted his head and seemed to give it some thought—for an entire half-second.

“I don’t race girls,” he called. I smiled even though I’d like to slap the smug grin off his face. A lot of guys make the mistake of underestimating me on the racetrack, and then I cream them. And then I laugh.

“Oh no?” I revved my engine again. The sound was like a drug to those of us who chase the thrill of victory. Racing was an addiction like any other and the possibility of an unexpected challenge gave me goose bumps all over. My adrenaline kicked into high gear. “Just this once?”

He might have been reconsidering when the light turned green. I gunned it, slithering in front of him like a snake. I saw his stunned expression in my rearview. Now I had his attention. It took him half a beat to recover and then he was chasing after me.

I darted in and out of a few cars—they seemed happy to oblige. The wind was in my hair and my endorphins were flowing—the best feeling in the world. I was soaring near 60, free as a jaybird.

He finally caught up, or maybe I slowed down a bit to let him catch me, because after all, he was pretty cute and his taste in cars was something to be admired. Maybe if I got to know him, he’d let me drive his Cobra. We could take our cars down to the Circle-Circle and race for real. There I could beat him proper, maybe put some money on it, just to make it interesting, Mr. I-Don’t-Race-Girls.

“What’s your name?” he called out. Distraction was a method my brother Junior often employed, one I’d trained myself to become immune to. I pulled ahead just a tad, making sure he couldn’t overtake me.

“Brooke,” I shouted, keeping an eye on the road. My exit was coming up fast. No more time for small talk.

I sprinted ahead and dirt-tracked a turn onto the bridge. My tires burned some rubber and an oncoming car laid on their horn like a demon. A thrill of panic raced through me—I nearly sideswiped the car—and then my backend straightened out and I was safely in my lane. I blew my racing partner a kiss and drove on.

I thought maybe he’d follow me, but alas…

Sure it was fun, but this small time stuff was for amateurs. I needed a real racecar on a real track—a professional outfit. That’s where I needed to focus my energy. I had two months before my father’s race, and whether he liked it or not, I was going to enter. Now, all I needed was to find someone to make my car race ready, and fast.

This summer I’d prove to my father that I was a contender. I’d make it so that he couldn’t do anything but sponsor me in the racing circuit. Other girls might have opportunities—marriage, college, career… But for me, there was only racing. That was the one thing I was good at. And everything else was just a blur outside my window.

 

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I went to visit Jesse that Sunday, despite my brother’s warning, partly because I wanted to see him again, but more because I saw his potential—his potential to help me, that is. Here under my very nose was a first-rate mechanic who wasn’t in my father’s pocket, who could not only make my car race-ready, but who might also be able to keep it under wraps—something unheard of in my family.

I found him in the back garage, banging away at the inside of his Mustang with the music on full-blast. I may have paused for a moment to admire his arms, which were ripped with muscles from hard labor, and his shoulders, broad as an ironing board. His thin t-shirt clung to his back and outlined the V-shape of his torso. I may have noticed those things, but I wouldn’t go as far as to say I was distracted by them.

“Hiyah, Hotshot.” I had to shout to be heard above the music.

He looked surprised and stopped what he was doing mid-swing. He climbed out of the car—sweaty, grimy and completely adorable.

“Hey, yourself,” he said with a little half-smile, one of those you don’t even know you’re giving.

“Don’t you ever get a day off?” He seemed to always be working, and though I didn’t know for sure, the fact that he didn’t have his own car or cell phone made me think that he wasn’t too well-off. Maybe he spent all his money on cars. Or drugs. I hoped not drugs.

“This is my day off.” He walked over to the sink and turned on the water, splashing his face and running his hands through his hair. It still stuck out every which way. He pulled up his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his neck, affording me a glimpse of his finely chiseled midsection. Can I get an order of fries with that?

“Your brother know you’re here?” he said, completely ruining the moment.

This was a delicate situation. My brother could be pretty intimidating and my father would blow a gasket if he found out I was building myself a racecar. Jesse would be taking a risk to help me out, which meant I’d have to offer him something in return, something he needed.

“No, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

I took a tour around the garage, stalling for time while checking out his Mustang. It looked like a hell of a lot of work, and the way he was swinging that crowbar made me think that it would take me three times as long to complete a job like this.

Time was not on my side.

“Looks like you’ve done this before,” I said.

“A couple times. Well, I helped my dad. Sam helped him. They always worked as a team. Sam was my dad’s pit boss, when he was still racing.”

“Was he now?”

He nodded and turned over two buckets, offering me a seat. It was such a gentlemanly thing to do without any thought to what reward he might get in return. I’d noticed that about him. The way he was generous for no reason. In my family, it was always tit for tat—what’s in it for me? With Jesse, he seemed so trusting and open. It gnawed at me a little bit, knowing what I was about to ask him.

“I’ve got a proposition for you, Jesse.” I’d be up front about it. He seemed to be the type to appreciate directness.

“I’m listening.” He slouched back a bit and crossed his arms. I took a deep breath.

“It would require me divulging some information that I’d like to keep private.”

“You got a secret?”

“I do.”

“I’m no gossip.”

I believed that he wasn’t, but Sam seemed like the head biddy in the henhouse with the way he scratched at the dirt. I glanced over to where he was chatting up another mechanic.

“Sam? Yeah, he’s a blabbermouth, but he can keep quiet, if it matters.”

I’d have to take the risk. I had no other options. “I’ve got a racecar.”

“The ’97 Camaro?” He had a good memory for cars.

“Yep. But it isn’t a racecar just yet.”

His grin faded a little like I might have hurt his feelings. Maybe he liked me. Maybe I liked him too, but that was beside the point.

“You need someone to make it race ready?” he guessed.

I nodded, doing my best to appear as a damsel in distress. It wasn’t my favorite look, but it worked so often that I couldn’t give it up.

Jesse groaned. “What for?” he asked. I knew he was entering the race, and I didn’t want him to worry about me being his competition, so I decided to keep it vague.

“I’d like to have a little practice behind the wheel.”

“Why don’t you ask your dad? He’s got plenty of mechanics at the dealership. I’m sure they take on side work.”

Because if my dad knew about this, he’d ground me for life or send me to some boarding school run by nuns or worst of all, take away my cars—both of them. “The truth is, Jesse, he doesn’t want me racing.”

I had a little pout, poor me. He narrowed his eyes and studied me—seeing right through my act. I could see he was having some inner argument with himself. It seemed this wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought.

“I don’t think I can help you,” he said at last.

I sighed, all slow and dramatic-like. He checked out my boobs, but tried to act like he wasn’t, and though I didn’t want to have to resort to this, it seemed he was giving me no alternative.

I did my sexy walk over to his car and laid my hands on the hood. I’d deliver him a two-fer. If my looks didn’t persuade him, then maybe my pocketbook would.

“Must be expensive,” I said, “doing all this work to a car, just for one race. I’d pay you, of course, for your time and labor.”

He didn’t say anything, but I knew I’d piqued his interest. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and bent over a little. I’m not proud, but like my father always says, you got to use whatever advantages you’ve got. Being the daughter of a car salesman I’d learned a few things in that regard.

“I know the realities of racing Jesse. It’s expensive and it’s dangerous, but what can I say? I love it—like our fathers, and like you. If you’re trying to protect me from the big, bad world of racing, you’re about ten years too late.”

He groaned and I knew I was wearing him down. “You know the heap of trouble I’d be in, if your father caught wind of this?”

“I’m very good at keeping secrets.” I gave him my most innocent look.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” He stood, but I could already tell he was coming around. Some kind of sixth sense, I suppose. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a scrap of paper that had my phone number on it.

“I could really use your help, Jesse. You’re the only person I can trust with this.” I took his hand in mine—big and calloused and caked with grease—the hands of a working man or a race car driver. “Here’s my number. Think about it.”

I smiled and walked away, praying that he’d swing my way. I needed him to get my car in shape. That’s all there was to it. Without him, I was sunk. And if we had to spend a little more time together, if I had to watch him work in his garage with his muscles slick with oil and his hair all disheveled like he just got out of bed. Well, I suppose it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.

So long as it didn’t become a distraction.

 

AUTHOR:

 
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Laura Lascarso aims to inspire more questions than answers in her young adult fiction. Her debut novel COUNTING BACKWARDS, which deals with mental illness, was awarded the Florida Book Award gold medal for YA lit in 2012. Her most recent novel, RACING HEARTS, tells the story of two star-crossed lovers set in Daytona Beach, the mecca of motorsports, and has been described as a Romeo & Juliet on wheels.

She lives in North Florida with her husband, two children and a menagerie of animals.

 

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What Do Readers Say About The Urban Boys by K.N. Smith + Giveaway!!

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The Urban Boys: Discovery of the Five Senses

K.N. Smith

Published September 29th 2015 by Two Petals Publishing

YA/NA > Horror

 

Purchase links: Amazon | BN | iTunes

 

BLURB FROM GOODREADS:

The Urban Boys: Discovery of the Five Senses is an action-adventure story about five teen boys who are mysteriously exposed to a foreign energy source that gives them extremely heightened senses. Sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell become hypersensitive gifts that forever change the world. The story offers young and mature readers central themes of loyalty, responsibility, honesty, fear, and triumph, which become artfully integrated with cinematic-level action and high drama. The story twists, turns, and grinds through elements of paranormal and action-adventure in a diverse, exciting, edge-of-your-seat narrative.

Overview: The story’s small town of Danville Heights, a carefully crafted universe, contrasts with the dark, gloomy town of Sandry Lake, where evil abounds. Upon the boys’ mysterious incident with the energy source, they’re instinctively called to Sandry Lake to root out evil. Their senses guide them each time. However, secrecy about their mission, furious battles with evil thugs, extreme fatigue, and stress and pressure soon overwhelm the boys, but they must find a way to embrace their fate. A lurking, Dark Stranger seems to know their plight, and a strikingly beautiful, fearless girl lends way to heightened confusion. Shocking details about these two characters, and the evil antagonist, the dreaded Druth, twist and grind the story even further. Despite tension and fierce battles, will the boys hold it together long enough to fulfill their destiny? Intriguing, intelligent, and full of action, The Urban Boys: Discovery of the Five Senses offers a memorable, emotion-packed, thrilling ride for young and mature readers alike!1

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WHAT DO READERS SAY ABOUT THE URBAN BOYS?

The Urban Boys is wonderful book in which K.N. Smith sweeps the reader away into each of the characters with their exceptional abilities. She also has the strong literary skills to keep the reader totally engaged throughout the entire story, and that is no small feat considering the various multi layered plotlines, diverse set of characters, and wildly fluctuating events. I am ready for the next one!” (5 stars) Claire Middleton, Indie Book Reviewers

 

“The Urban Boys by K.N. Smith is the most entertaining, deep, and interesting book I have read in a very long time! From the moment I picked it up and read the first page I was hooked, as the characters are so real and loveable and the descriptions are so vivid and full of life, it is impossible to put down. The author has painted a picture of extraordinary lives of these young men which at times is very moving and action packed and done with remarkable attention to detail. It is certainly a story that will stay with me for a long time and I hope I don’t have to wait too long for the next one in the series to become available.” (5 stars) J. Thackery, Indie Book Reviewers

 

AUTHOR:

 
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K.N. Smith is an American author and passionate advocate of childhood and family literacy programs throughout the world. She continues to inspire students of all ages to reach their highest potential in their literary and educational pursuits. Her creative, lyrical flair sweeps across pages that twist, turn, and grind through elements of paranormal and action-adventure in diverse, exciting, edge-of-your-seat narratives. K.N. Smith has over twenty years’ experience in writing, communications, and creative design. She lives with her family in California.

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Author Takeover #13: Libby Cudmore, author of: THE BIG REWIND + Giveaway!!

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AUTHOR TAKEOVER IS A NEW FEATURE HERE IN HBT WHERE WE LET OUR CURRENT FAVORITE AUTHORS TOOK OVER THE BLOG. EXPECT GUEST POSTS, INTERVIEWS, LOTS OF PLAYLISTS, GIVEAWAYS AND OF COURSE, A BUNCH LOAD OF FUN!


I am so excited about a lot of things today. First: AUTHOR TAKEOVER IS BACK! It’s been so loooong. I promise you great authors you guys, watch out! And second: because an amazing debutante is here on the blog for today. Thank you so much Libby for chatting with me and dishing out deets about THE BIG REWIND! What a great way to make a comeback, by featuring an awesome book and author. 

The Book..

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The Big Rewind

Libby Cudmore

Published February 2nd 2016 by William Morrow Paperbacks

A > Mystery | Music

Purchase it: Amazon | BN

 

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Jett Bennett moved to New York to become a music journalist. What she found was a temp gig as a proofreader, but at least she’s fitting in with the artists and musicians in the tragically hip Brooklyn neighborhood she calls home.

But when Jett opens up her mail and finds a mix tape meant for her neighbor, KitKat, a local queen bee renowned for her “enhanced” baked goods and retro videogame collection, everything changes. Jett drops off the cassette and discovers that it’s game over for KitKat: someone bashed her head in with a rolling pin… and left her pot brownies burning in the oven.

KitKat’s boyfriend, Bronco, is M.I.A. Her sister is so desperate that she asks Jett to snoop around. Then there’s that mix tape. Jett didn’t know KitKat well, but she knows music. And a tape full of love songs from someone other than Bronco screams motive—sending Jett and her best friend, Sid, on an epic quest to find KitKat’s killer through record stores, strip joints, vegan bakeries, and basement nightclubs—a journey that resonates with Jett, and her past, in unexpected ways.

 

The Author:

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Libby Cudmore worked at temp agencies and record stores before settling down in Upstate New York to write full time. Her forthcoming debut novel, THE BIG REWIND (William Morrow, February 2016) is being hailed as “smart, poignant, and addicting,” (Kristi Belcamino, BLESSED ARE THE DEAD). Her short stories have been published in PANK, THE BIG CLICK, THE STONESLIDE CORRECTIVE and BIG LUCKS. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing and makes all her own notebooks.

 

The Interview..

  1. Hi Libby!! Thanks for stopping by on the blog!! We’re so excited! To start off, can you tell us how you got into writing? Is this your first profession? 🙂

    I’ve been writing since fifth grade, when I had a dream that I had written a book.  My dad, Dana Cudmore, was a writer (The Remarkable Howe Caverns Story) and my mom was a storyteller, so I grew up reading a lot and hearing stories told.  But originally, I wanted to go into musical theater.  I didn’t get into my top-choice of theater colleges, and ended up going to Binghamton University, where I really focused on my writing.  Now I work as a reporter for the Hometown Oneonta/The Freeman’s Journal, which I love doing. 

  2. Murder and Music seems to come together in your debut novel, The Big Rewind. Was this the original concept that you wanted for your first novel?

     Like most writers, I have a few “first novels” that didn’t sell.  I didn’t sit down and say, “I’m going to write about music and murder,” the story came to me and evolved organically.

  3. How would you introduce your main character, Jett, to us? Did you have a particular muse for her?

    I wish I could say Jett was me, but she’s much cooler than me!  But one of her friends is inspired by a girl I went to college with, and I “cast” a few of the characters with different actors so I could get a sense of how their dialogue would sound so that I can make sure each character has their own “voice” — most notably, early drafts of Sid had cast him as Walton Goggins, who I think is just darling.

  4. How did the whole concept of the book materialized in your head? Is there an event or a person or something that sparked the plot? 🙂

    I was on the bus home from work, listening to Syd Straw’s “CBGB’s,” and the whole first chapter came to me like I was watching a movie. And it all just took off from there.

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5.      The title and the cover of the book is really eye catching, how did you decide it? And will you change anything if you could?

The original title was No Awkward Goodbyes, in homage to Raymond Chandler’s The Long Goodbye, my favorite novel.  It was a clumsy title, so I worked with my great editor, Chelsey Emmelhainz at William Morrow, to come up with something a little more streamlined, and sure enough, I got my Chandler homage.   And the wonderful HarperCollins art department gave me my cover.  They hit it out of the park on the first try.

6.      What is the hardest thing you ever did while writing The Big Rewind? Can you share a bit of your experience?

 Writing this book taught me to enforce a writing routine.  I work long days at the newspaper, so if I was going to get any writing done, I had to carve out and protect that time.  I had to be honest with myself, which is never easy, and realize that the earlier in the morning I got up, the more work I got done.  So 6:45 am, I’m out of bed and turning on the coffee maker.  Doesn’t matter if worked until midnight the night before.  I put in at least an hour with either an open document or a notebook.  Some days I just have time for that hour before I have to go into the office.  Some days I have the whole morning.  But if I hit snooze, I may not have any time. Teaching myself that discipline was difficult, but it made me a better writer.

7.      What will readers expect from the romance aspect in this book?

 There are a couple love stories throughout, but they don’t always end the way the characters want them.  It’s very realistic in that way, which I think is something the readers will really connect with.  But don’t worry!  There is a big romance.  It still makes me swoon when I read over it.

8.      Did something creepy or funny or even scary thing that happened while writing The Big Rewind?

When I finished the first draft, I woke up one morning and just felt flooded with poetry.  I’m not a poet by any stretch of the imagination, but my sentences all felt abstract and fractured in this fascinating way.  So I wrote a whole series of poems about TV shows like The Shield and Burn Notice and The X-Files.   And I thought that I was going a little crazy from burn-out, but then I was at a reading and two other novelist friends of mine read what they called a “post-novel poems.”  Apparently, they’re a very real thing.  I posted a few of them on my blog, and one go picked up in the lit mag Paper Darts.

9.      Are you working on something new already? Do you have a WIP that you can tell us about? 🙂

I do have a WIP in very early stages, but right now, I’m working on a few short stories, seeing where those go.  I’m also hosting a weekly live-tweet event I call #RecordSaturday, where I share an album from my vinyl collection.  It’s a lot of fun; I’ve played Warren Zevon’s Excitable Boy, the Flashdance soundtrack, The Smiths The Queen is Dead.  Sharing music is really important to me, so I’ve been really enjoying that.  A couple of Sid and Jett’s favorite albums are coming up, so keep an eye out! 

10.  Lastly, what’s your three current book/song favorites?

 My favorite songs at the moment are Steely Dan’s “The Second Arrangement” (which only exists as a demo; the original was lost during the recording of Gaucho) as well as Duran Duran’s “Pressure Off” and The Smiths “There Is A Light and It Never Goes Out.”  As for books, right now I’m really in love with Matthew Quinn Martin’s Nightlife, Donna Minkowitz’s Growing Up Golem and April Ford’s The Poor Children.

Thanks again, Libby, for the Q&A!

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The Giveaway..

And because Libby and people over at Harpercollins are generous, they’re giving away 2 print copies of The Big Rewind to a lucky US/Canada residents!

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Thank you so much about stopping by guys! Don’t forget to share your thoughts about THE BIG REWIND! Have you read it? Will you be reading it? We wanna hear everything! 🙂

SNEAK-A-PEEK: Forever Night Stand by Ysa Arcangel + Giveaway!!

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Forever Night Stand

Ysa Arcangel

Published December 20th 2015 by Blvnp Publishing Inc

A > Romance | Contemporary

 

Purchase links: Amazon 

 

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“What the mind forgets, the heart remembers.”

Brandy Curtis is a strong and independent career woman who does not care for commitment. She prefers no strings-attached, one night stands because that’s all she can give with what little free time she has. This is the life she has chosen and the life she is used to.

However, everything changed when she met Ivo, a gorgeous doctor with irresistible charm. He was just supposed to be another hookup, but he quickly became so much more. The more nights they spent together, the more Brandy felt that life had given her something to live for.
Things seemed perfect… until a visit to the doctor sends her world crashing. The timing couldn’t be worse. As her heart gets closer to Ivo, her memories begin to fade.

Will Brandy be able to actually live her life with Ivo… or will she succumb to the condition that threatens to claim her forever? Find out how this touching journey of life and love turns out. Grab your copy now!

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“Come, take a walk with me.”

We ambled through the side roads through the farmlands and eventually ended up in a barn. We walked inside in silence and saw some hay blocks. Ivo started to arrange the hay blocks into a bed and pillows, not making much of a mess. I just stood there watching him work.

“What are you doing?”

“Making a makeshift bed, can’t you see?”

“Ivo, what are you planning to do?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

“I don’t have plans to have sex with you here, Brandy, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Nah, you like me too much to make me sit on the cold hard ground.” I rolled my eyes playfully.

“But if you keep on doing that I might just change my mind,” Ivo said and I quickly let out a laugh. “Let’s just sit and relax and talk maybe. My feet hurts, we’ve been strolling around for hours now. Are you just gonna watch me make our bed?”

Ivo pulled me in and I instantly snuggled beside him.

“So far how do you like it here?”

“I love it here. It’s stress-free, the life here so far is tranquil and fun.”

“That’s why I always wanted to go back here even when I was in Atlanta.”

“I know, right? Everything here is just so peaceful and quiet. The people are nice except that Bettina.”

Ivo let out a soft chuckle. “She didn’t do anything bad to you.”

“Well, she threatened me with that text. She’ll ruin everything that we have, you know.”

“We have nothing,” he stated.

“Arrangement…  we have an arrangement, Ivo,” I reiterated. “Can we not talk about her, so how was your trip to Rome?”

“Everything went well. We have a promising case. The subject is quite hesitant to talk about her condition but hopefully she’ll open up so I can help her get through her situation.”

“Good. I’m glad you accomplished something in that small amount of time.”

“Did you miss me when I was away?”

I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest. “No,” I quickly answered. “I was too busy having fun with the kids.”

“I’m glad you’re happy around them. You miss having a sister, do you?”

“Yeah, I haven’t had any since mom started to—” I dared not continue. “Let’s not talk about me, Ivo. You’re not going to get anything out of me.”

Ivo took my hand from my chest and held it. “It’s okay to talk Brandy. If you don’t like this ‘thing’ we have taken to the next level so do I, but I could be your friend. You can tell me anything.”

I pulled my hand back. “Friends with benefits, huh?”

“Yeah, apparently it’s a thing nowadays,” he said and we both chuckled.

I sat up and played with some of the hay blocks beside me. “I grew up in a family of boys, Ivo. I grew up strong. Independent. I don’t want to cling to anyone and depend on anyone except myself.”

Ivo listened attentively to me.

“My family has a history of Alzheimer’s, Ivo. I am next in line. I know better than to have a boyfriend, start a family, raise kids…”

“I can help you Brandy,” he cut me off and took my trembling hands. “If you’ll just let me.”

“Nobody can help me.”

“I will. Trust me. You’re going to be okay,” he assured and held me close to him.

“No!” I stood up and shouted at him. “I’m not gonna be okay, Ivo! I’m not gonna be okay! I can feel it. It’s coming for me, Ivo. I can feel it.” I broke down.

Ivo came up to me, cupped my face and sat me down on the make shift bed. “Sshh…  sshh, it’s okay. It’s okay just relax.”

Ivo held me in his arms like I was the most fragile thing in the world until my cries turned into faint sobs.

“Doesn’t it get boring?” Ivo said in a deep drawl as he glowered at me

I suddenly realized he still had me in a tight embrace, so I quickly drew away from him.

His smirk widened and his eyes narrowed dangerously as he grabbed my hand and pressed me against the barn wall.

I frowned and stuck my tongue out. Ivo flicked his tongue against mine, quickly taking my tongue in his mouth and sucking gently.

I pulled away and pretended I was disgusted at his actions. “Ivo, I’m serious! I don’t want to do it here!”

Ivo merely chuckled and pressed his lips against mine. “Shut up, Brandy,” He mumbled when we parted. I groaned inwardly. He was being such a tease and I knew that if Ivo pushed me far enough I’d let him do whatever he wanted with me.

Unfortunately, he also knew this, and I knew he was ready to hear me say, “I want you inside me.”

While I was lost in my thoughts, Ivo had brought my hands above my head, holding both of them in his larger hand while the other roamed my body, caressing every curve.

I gasped when Ivo’s hand cupped my breast through my shirt. I squirmed slightly as he began licking my neck, giggling occasionally as it tickled my face. I arched a little, allowing him more room to suckle my neck. I vaguely registered his hand gripping my thigh and lifting it upwards to curl around his waist.

He smirked triumphantly when a lusty moan crept out of my throat as he slowly grind against me.

“See, you do want this.” Ivo said as he let go of my hands. I wrapped them around his neck and kissed him.

“Be quiet and make love to me.” I giggled at my boldness. He seemed to like it, though.

He slid my shirt off, leaving me in my underwear. Ivo quickly flicked the button of my pants and unzipped them, letting them fall to the floor. He stood back to stare down at the half-naked woman that stood before him. I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Don’t stare at me like that, I feel like a piece of meat.”

Ivo chuckled at my words and began to undress until he leaned against me once more, this time clad in only his boxers.

As we made out against the wall of the barn I realized something was pressing against my tummy, I lowered my hand to touch his arousal gently through the silky fabric of his boxers. Ivo swatted my hand away quickly, and hurriedly unclasped my bra and buried his face between my breasts. As Ivo sucked my nipple, one of his hands lowered and cupped my panty-clad sex, making me breathe in sharply. He pushed a finger into me through the cotton fabric and watched my face in delight as I moaned softly.

I began panting heavily as he brought his lips down against my throat and his hand steadily pinched and pulled at my nipple.

I gripped his shoulders and dug my nails into them as I gasped and rocked myself against his fast-moving fingers. With a loud cry I shuddered as I felt myself release. Ivo slid my now wet underwear down my hips and carried me over the make shift bed bridal style and lay me down.

He reached for his pants and grabbed his wallet, pulling out a tiny foil packet.

He removed his boxers and I bit my lip. He rolled the condom down on his now fully hard member, and then he gently pushed my thighs apart.

“You’re so ready,” I breathed. I was waiting for him to thrust into me, but instead, he just rubbed it up and down my wetness. “Oooh,” I let out a high-pitched moan as his manhood pressed ever so slightly into me. I tried to move my hips forward and close my eyes. I didn’t even care that we were in a barn anymore.

“A boy scout is always prepared. I don’t want you reminding me about your 4Ns rule anymore,” he said and gave me a wicked grin. “Brandy, watch me,” he ordered.

I opened one eye, ever so slightly then opened both and sat up, supporting myself on my elbows as I watched him press his erection between my legs. Ivo entered slowly as he watched me watch him, and I had to admit, it was more arousing.

When he had entered his whole length into me, he pushed me back into a laying position pulling my hips up to his waist. He plunged himself deeper inside me. I gasped and moaned as he pumped at a frantic pace. I tightened my legs around his waist, allowing my hips to smoothly rock along with him as my arms circled around his neck. I arched my back and grabbed handfuls of golden hay as I brought my arms above my head.

The sensation was washing over me and I mustered up my voice to push Ivo over the edge. “Come on, Ivo. I want it so bad.”

He cried out my name as he pulled out and came intensely. I felt his warm liquid inside me. I sighed pleasurably, my legs wound around his waist once more, he pulled my hips closer to him.

Ivo leaned forward on top of me, and let out a contented sigh. He plucked out pieces of straw from my hair and kissed my tired lips. “I love fucking you,” he whispered.

“You mean ‘I fucking love you.’”

Ivo rolled off me and began picking up our discarded clothes.

“Definitely, maybe.”

I blushed but didn’t bother objecting.

We returned to the house and I walked into the kitchen to drink some water. I felt so dehydrated after a long day of walking and our intense sack session in the barn. I smiled at that thought.

As I opened the refrigerator, a cute little notebook fell from the top. The notebook fell open on the floor. I crouched, picking it up carefully. I should have never done that, but I couldn’t stop right then. I couldn’t put it back, not when I saw my name written over it.

 

Patient Name: Brandy Curtis

Case #220: Suspected onset of Alzheimer’s

11:45AM — While Brandy was helping me prepare for lunch, I asked her to pass me the eggplant. It took her quite a while before she took the tomato and passed it on me. She doesn’t know which vegetable is which.

2:30PM — Brandy asked me thrice the name of the triplets on different occasions.

5:00PM — Brandy tried and tasted the Lake Garda olive oil. After she turned her back from the personnel, she again asked me if she could try to taste the oil. She didn’t remember she tasted it already.

6:30PM — We went to the wine festival in Bardolino on the shores of Lake Garda where we enjoyed wine tasting. Brandy had at least four wines tasted in a row. She was all smiles and happy then she turned to look at me and asked what we were doing at that place.

 

The room started to spin around me as I fell to the ground, the notebook falling on my chest. I took a deep breath and forced myself to get up off the ground. I pulled my hand across my eyes trying to wipe away the quiet emotions inscribed in my mind.  Did it really happen? Why can’t I remember any of this?

I tried to settle the emotions inside me. But they were fighting their way out, fluttering in my stomach and came hand in hand with the realization I was being used for some sort of research and how pathetic that made me feel.

I stormed outside and Ivo looked at me, a question in his eyes, as if to ask me what is wrong.

“I’m not a case that you need to solve, Ivo! Damn you!” I felt the tears start to roll down my cheeks leaving a warm trail underneath my icy glare.

Ivo moved closer to me, scaring me even more. He attempted to talk but shut his mouth and the shocked expression on his face morphed into one of concern. He pulled me in and tried to wrap me in his arms. I was having none of it and I pushed him away. My feet stepped onto the slick sidewalk, and I left with no particular destination in mind.

The rain started to pour. Hard. The winds were so strong that the rain fell nearly horizontally. The howling winds deafened my thoughts.

“Brandy, stop!” Ivo ran after me and pulled me into a tight embrace as the rain soaked our clothes.

Even his warmth couldn’t stop the shivers. The cold has seeped too deeply into my bones.

His fingers gripped my arms and shook me gently to make me open my eyes. “Let’s talk, don’t just go. Let me get you a towel. You need to get out of those clothes.” He moved away, but I grasped the back of his shirt, he spun around and at that moment everything turned pitch black.

 

 

AUTHOR:

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Ysa Arcangel is a Filipino author based in Manila. She works as a Spanish-English GDS Helpdesk by day and a writer by night. She is a loving partner to a chef and a mom to three amazing kids.

She enjoys creative writing and uses her obsessive nature by writing contemporary paranormal and romance fiction with lots of laughs, tears and sighs showcasing sweet, funny and badass female leads with raunchy and hot male love interests whether human or supernatural.

She’s a lover of coffee, tattoos, and giant dogs. She is also an extreme sports enthusiast. When she’s not writing, you can see her spending time with her family, reading, or having TV series marathons.

Her debut novel is titled Forever Night Stand.

In this enthralling debut novel, you will find out about the heart that never forgets and the disease which has the power to rob, damage, and destroy yet cannot vanquish the feeling of love and being loved.

   

 

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