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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

What You Wish For

Never stop wishing...
Publication Date: September 2015
Genre: Women's Fiction

Maggie’s secrets and lies have always lurked in the shadows of her marriage to childhood best friend, Jake, and the magic of wishes and call of destiny from an alternate world seem to offer her the impossible - a second chance, and a new start. The husband she gains is a lonely man, married to Maggie’s alter-ego from his world, and he has always struggled to understand his wife. Will has long wished for his marriage to change and rediscovers what was missing when he spends time with Maggie. Although she is drawn to Will in this alternate world, Maggie must decide where her ‘love’ for Jake stops and ‘in love’ begins, and discover what happens when she shares her biggest secret with the stranger who has loved her since they met. Caught between two men in two different lives, it is essential Maggie learns whether she has the power to call one world ‘home’ without destroying the people she loves. Never stop wishing.


His mouth twisted into a self-deprecating smile, and he brushed his thumb across my cheek. I almost closed my eyes at the calm his touch brought me. I ached to rest my cheek in his palm, to let him soothe me. His hand fell away, and I mourned the loss of contact, the loss of part of myself to want and wishes. I tensed to prevent myself from splitting, fracturing, dividing right there, and glanced at Will to see if he noticed.

He looked at me, eyes sharp and focused, and the weight of his hand pressed on my thigh through the blankets. “Have you ever done that thing where you drop something, hear it hit the ground, and when you search for it, it’s gone? You might give up after five minutes, or search intermittently for years, but it doesn’t matter. You won’t find it. It’s not there anymore. It’s sort of…gone…beyond what you can see. It’s as if it has slipped through the cracks into somewhere else. Because things don’t just vanish, right? They must go somewhere…so, somewhere else must exist…and, now, you’re here instead of there.”

He narrowed his eyes as if in thought, and I fought the urge to touch the tiny lines where his skin crinkled at the corners, to smooth them away for him.

“I think I dropped something once.” His voice emerged so quietly I barely heard him.

He met my gaze and gave me a lop-sided grin. “To put it more crudely, I’m guessing I’m not the man you went to bed with, and you are definitely not the Maggie I fell asleep next to.”

His words jolted me, and I wrapped my arms over my waist.

“I’m not going crazy.” The last lament of a crazy woman. “This must be a dream. Only a dream. Otherwise, I amcrazy. Only a dream. Please?”

He shook his head, his smile sad. “Is that what you want, Maggie? For me to be a dream? To wake up without me?”

Before I even formed a thought, I shook my head. I didn’t want that.

From the magical land of castles and kings (Okay, it’s England), Gina doesn’t feel as old as she looks, owns three children (aged 2, 5 and 7) who can’t be tamed, and writes in spare – usually stolen – time. She sometimes bakes—not always with quite the desired results, and has found the only solution to keeping the characters in her head quiet is to placate them with lots of other lovely books and worlds.

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Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Beyond the Book: The Captain and the Cheerleader

Welcome to Beyond the Book. For the last few weeks we've been meeting characters from The Captain and the Cheerleader, and today we'll talk about my hero's sister Sheila. Sheila doesn't like her name because she says it's too old-fashioned. She's ten years younger than Kurt, my hero, and their personalities are totally different. Kurt is steady and level-headed. He knows what he wants, and he systematically goes about getting it. Sheila is swayed by any wind that blows and brings her vast energy and passionate beliefs to whatever cause appeals to her.

When Kurt makes a life-changing mistake, Sheila thinks that he isn't the nice guy she took him far, and of course she acts out on that belief. In the process, she puts herself in harm's way. Here's a little excerpt about Sheila.

Kurt didn’t especially deserve her support. He had humiliated himself with his bad behavior, but he had humiliated her too. Everyone in school knew he was her brother. Nobody ever felt shy of telling her what they thought of him either.

A couple of years ago she had actually gotten into a fight with a kid at school who criticized Kurt. She had been suspended for a day after she punched him. The jerk had said Kurt was the lousiest coach Fairfield High had ever had.

Truthfully, he had been having a bad season that year, but it didn’t matter one way or the other to her. She would defend Kurt no matter what. Too bad he hadn’t proven worthy of her efforts. 

I hope each and every one of you have a fabulous Thanksgiving.

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Love on a Summer Night

Title: Love on a Summer Night
Series: Pine Harbour Series Novel
Author: Zoe York
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 24, 2015

Never say never. Especially not to a determined bad boy. 
Zander Minelli is exactly the wrong kind of man. He’s dark, dangerous, and knows far too much about sawed-off shotguns. 
Faith Davidson finds him irresistible. The widowed single mother knows she should dip her toe back in the dating pool with someone solid and dependable. Definitely no tattoos. But every time she looks up, the brooding soldier is watching her, and she can’t help but wonder what it would be like to let herself have a taste… 
Small town summer nights have never been hotter—and one transplanted city-girl’s heart has never been more fragile.
“Okay.” She grinned at him, and the answer felt totally right. With one caveat. “I’d love to have lunch with you again. But just as friends.” He gave her a look of pure disbelief. Yeah, she got that. The chemistry between them was off the charts. She didn’t want to just be friends and he knew it. But it was all she could handle from a guy who was disappearing in a few days. “Friends…” She nodded. He shrugged and his t-shirt bunched up, stretching wide around the top of his biceps. He tugged on the collar, revealing another slice of tattoo. Every time she saw him, his t-shirts were like this, worn and tugged on, like he just couldn’t find any that fit his body properly in the store. Well, that made sense—there was no comparing Zander to the average man that t-shirts were designed for. This was no khaki-wearing, minivan-driving, rectangular-torsoed man. Lean through the middle, but impossibly broad across his shoulders, she imagined that the only shirts that would properly fit him would need to be custom made. And Zander wasn’t the type of guy to be that vain. Not that she was complaining. The bunching and stretching that should make the t-shirt look ill-fitting did the exact opposite. It highlighted his muscular build. Hugged his strong arms and smoothed proudly across his impressive chest. And most of all, it said, this guy doesn’t preen. Zander got up, put his fucking shirt on, and went about his day. That was obvious and she loved it far too much. Another reason she needed this boundary. He narrowed his eyes at her. “What are you thinking?” “Nothing.” He grinned. “You were checking me out.” “I was thinking your t-shirts never fit.” “Sounds like the same thing.” She laughed. “You’re incorrigible.” “I hear that’s a good trait to have in a friend.”
“Tell me more.” “Why?” “Haven’t you ever met someone and just wanted to know more about them?” Yes. Again with that stupid tug deep in her belly. “I’m not that interesting.” “I find that hard to believe.” His voice rumbled with barely restrained laughter. “Mom!” Saved by the child. She turned toward the climber and raised her voice. “Yes?” “Will you push me on the swing?” “Yep!” She started moving in that direction, walking backward so she could say goodbye to Zander. “Sorry, Mom duty calls.” He didn’t take the hint. “That’s okay. I’ll join you. I’m not in any hurry.” “Oh. I…” What? Wanted him to go away? That would be a bald-faced lie. Didn’t know how to handle his interest? That was certainly true, but not something she wanted to admit. She blinked as he sauntered around her, coming close enough that his shoulder brushed hers as he passed. She pivoted on her heel, her breath shallow in her chest as she tried hard not to pant at the view of Zander’s ass encased in denim. Ooooh, this was a mistake. A beautiful, beautiful mistake. He looked back at her, and the way the sun backlit him as he stood between her and the swing set made him look like a fallen angel. Dark, growly, full of attitude. Perfect.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Zoe York is a busy working mom of two young boys, wife to a very understanding soldier, and creator of modern, sexy, small town contemporary romances. Her debut novel, What Once Was Perfect, started the popular Wardham series, and her first military romance, Fall Out, was released as part of the international bestselling SEALs of Summer super bundle. She lives in London, Ontario and is currently chugging Americanos, wiping sticky fingers, and dreaming of heroes in and out of uniform.