Friday, September 4, 2015
Thursday, September 3, 2015
The House At The End OF The Street
THE HOUSE AT THE END OF THE
STREET
by Jennie Jones
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BLURB:
Gemma Munroe loves hard, laughs hard and plays hard. Or at least she did
before today. Her dream is finally within her grasp – owning the toy shop in
Swallow’s Fall. Only one person has the power to get in her way: Josh
Rutherford – the love of her life who kissed her and left her ten years ago is
coming home.
Josh will
be in town for five days. He’ll finally sever the ties to a youth filled with
poverty by selling the properties that are now his. He’s returning healthy,
wealthy and emotionally stable, and then he’ll leave forever. It’s all in the
plan. Everything…except for Gem. He never forgot her, but he definitely forgot
the effect she has on him. Now she’s got problems, and he can’t seem to leave
without trying to help her solve them.
(Author
note: every book in the Swallow’s Fall series can be read as a stand-alone
story.)
EXCERPT:
‘What do you know about Grandy’s place?’ he asked.
Gem’s eyebrows shot up. ‘The lonely homestead?’
‘Why d’you call it that?’
She shrugged. ‘It’s been empty since he died. Most
people just call it the house at the end of the street. What’s it to you
anyway?’
‘This and that.’
Gem’s exasperation bubbled, overwhelming the
original idea of coming out here to calmly persuade him to leave town. ‘Is that
all you’ve got? Why don’t you want anyone to know what you’ve been doing?’
The way he bowed his head and studied the ground,
his broad shoulders slumped in some kind of despair, caused Gem some remorse.
‘Are you in trouble, Josh?’ she asked in a whisper.
Maybe that’s why he was so evasive. Maybe he’d made a big mistake. Maybe he’d
been in prison. No, wait—he had a tan.
He smiled at her, the skin creasing around his
eyes. A little more depth to the crinkles now, suggesting that he’d done a lot
of smiling over the years. That he’d enjoyed himself.
‘No. I’m not in trouble.’ He seemed to come out of
his reverie. He lifted a hand and swept it through her hair, brushing it back
from her forehead. ‘Not the way you’re thinking.’
Gem stilled. The gesture was one she remembered
from their best-friend days of long ago, but there had been nothing more than
friendship in it then—this touch spoke of everything undealt with and unsaid
between them since their moment this afternoon.
AUTHOR Bio and
Links:
Born and brought up in Wales, Jennie Jones loved anything with a
romantic element from an early age. At eighteen, she went to drama school in
London then spent a number of years performing in British theatres, becoming
someone else two hours, eight performances a week.
Jennie wrote her first romance story at the age of twenty five
while ‘resting’ (a theatrical term for ‘out of work’). She wrote a western. But
nobody wanted it! Before she got discouraged a musical theatre job came up and
Jennie put writing to one side.
She now lives in Western Australia, a five minute walk to the
beach that she loves to look at but hardly ever goes to - too much sand.
Jennie returned to writing four years ago. She says writing keeps
her artistic nature dancing and her imagination bubbling. Like acting, she
can’t envisage a day when it will ever get boring.
All of Jennie’s bestselling Swallow’s Fall series books can be read
as stand-alone stories.
Where to find Jennie Jones:
Where to buy The House at the End of the Street:
iTunes (ibooks)
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Running Away
Title: Running Away
Series: Just Say Yes, #4
Author: Jen Andrews
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: August 26, 2015
Nearing age thirty, Jeremy James is cruising along in life, doing as he pleases. No girlfriend, no wife, no drama. Women go as easily as they come, but inside, he feels something’s missing. After the birth of his niece, Hannah, and a not so gentle nudge from his sister, Zoey, Jeremy decides to make a change in his life and settle down.
Then he meets Teagan Donnelly.
And she wants nothing to do with him.
Teagan has recently come out of a three year relationship with a man who cheated, shamed her, and berated her for her weight and life choices. The once secure yet spirited woman cannot figure out what Jeremy wants with her.
For Jeremy, it’s plain and simple. He wants Teagan to stop running away and give him a chance. But for Teagan, taking a chance with Jeremy means she could lose herself all over again.
“I loved this book, it was my favorite of the series. In the previous books Andy captivated my heart from the beginning but Jeremy definitely stole it. Jen Andrews again made me love the characters since the beginning.” ~ Eunices Book Corner
“5 stars! This was such a beautifully written book!! I really enjoyed reading this series and this book as well! Great character development and the story flowed so well.” ~ Alpha Book Club
Now, I was taking her wishes seriously and moving on, quitting my “path of self-destruction” as Teagan had called it. Well, if I was on a path of self-destruction, Teagan was the fucking tour guide. Yes, I was angry with her, but I’d finally accepted that we were over.
I was tired of being miserable. Tired of not sleeping, and tired of being in my house alone. As soon as I’d gotten home from the funeral, I’d packed all of my clothes and personal shit I used every day, and had gone to stay at the apartment above the shop.
Since the apartment was fully furnished I hadn’t needed to bring anything from my house. All the furniture and everything else could stay there for all I cared. Which, in turn, made me feel extremely guilty after all the work my sister put in to making my home perfect.
With the apartment being quiet and containing nothing familiar to me, I’d finally started to relax for the first time in months. The place held no reminders of Teagan, no reminders of Cammie, and no reminders of the house that I loved so much but which I knew I wouldn’t be going back to.
I had tried to live a normal life. I had tried to make a home. I had tried falling in love and making a life with someone.
I had fucking failed.
Miserably.
“Lie still,” he said, backing away from me.
Not a problem, I didn’t think I could move even if I wanted to. Which was good, because I didn’t want to. I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to me because I had no doubt I’d enjoy every second of it.
My eyes fluttered open to view the dark sapphire blue of the California night sky. Stars twinkled as the moon made its way across the horizon.
A cold, wet trail from the fruit in Jeremy’s very skillful fingers, slowly made its way up my thigh, followed immediately by his hot tongue warming my skin as he licked off the juice. Just when I thought he was going to make contact with my center, he veered to the right, and up over my hip.
I whimpered at his blatant neglect, and my hands instinctively seized his head. I gripped his hair tightly, wanting to direct him to where I craved him most.
Jeremy let out a low chuckle. “All in good time, pretty girl,” he whispered.
He placed another piece of peach on my stomach then sucked the chunk of fruit into his mouth. Another piece appeared in his hand from somewhere—this time half a peach. He squeezed the fruit, dripping the cold juice over my stomach. The liquid warmed quickly as my skin was ablaze from Jeremy’s delicious torture.
“Jeremy, please,” I crooned.
His mouth made contact with my hot skin, his tongue licking away the peach juice. He kissed and nibbled his way down my stomach, then pulled away from me. My body ached with the need for him to touch me again.
Jen Andrews was raised in a small town in Northern California, and still lives in the same county where she was born. She is a self-proclaimed music and lyric addict. She grew up in a ‘car family’ so her life has been spent around old hot rods. She and her husband, Jake, even have a few of their own. In her spare time, Jen loves to travel wherever she can. She finally lived her dream of traveling to New Zealand to see her favorite rugby team, the All Blacks, play. Jen loves to do photography as a hobby and continues to write.
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