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Blog Tour: Forgiven by Garrett Leigh

Forgiven | Garrett Leigh

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Publisher: Carina Press

Release Date: January 25th, 2021

Buy Links: 

Harlequin.com: https://www.harlequin.com/shop/books/9780369700100_forgiven.html

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Forgiven-Second-Romance-Garrett-Leigh-ebook/dp/B08B4SQ1JP/

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Blurb

High school sweethearts Mia and Luke get a second chance at love in this brand-new contemporary romance from award-winning author Garrett Leigh.

When Mia Amour returns to England to open a florist shop, all she wants to do is put her lousy ex behind her and never look back. But getting a fresh start is easier said than done when her first love, the boy who once broke her teenage heart, strolls back into her life. He’s every bit as sexy as she remembers, and the urge to melt back into his arms almost makes her forget how devastated she was when he took off without a word. Almost.

Left with no choice, Luke Daley did what he had to do, leaving town to earn enough money to save his broken family, though it just about broke him, too. But now he’s back, running his uncle’s business and trying desperately to forget about Mia, the girl he left behind all those years ago. When he runs into her in town, the shock of seeing her again brings an intense rush of emotions: love, guilt…and an overwhelming urge to find out if it’s still as amazing between them as it used to be.

It doesn’t take either of them long to give in to desire and discover the fiery passion they once shared burns hotter than ever. With each new touch, each moment of forgiveness, old hurts heal and the future they’d hoped for ten years ago becomes possible again.

But their fragile connection is tested by a threat neither of them saw coming—a threat that could end their second chance before it even gets started.

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Excerpt

Mia Amour. Her name had haunted me so much my bunkmate had once found me sleep-scrawling it on our cabin wall. He thought it had meant something—that I was writing a message from another dimension in a language he didn’t understand—but the reality had been far more simple: even on the other side of the world, I couldn’t get her out of my head.

Somehow, though, over time, I’d forgotten what her eyes did to me. How they could root me to the spot with a single glance and empty my mind of anything but her. Mia. I counted my heartbeats as they thundered in my ears. One, two, three, four. And then she tore her stormy blue gaze away from mine and walked out of the chip shop.

I reached for the empty space she left behind, and my faculties slowly returned to me as her footsteps echoed in my shell-shocked brain. As drawn to her as I’d always been, I drifted after her, but when I got outside, she was gone.
A thousand emotions warred in my gut, but the age-old frustration was so familiar I felt sick. Fucking Mia Amour. Deep down, I’d always hated her as much as I’d loved her, because there was no one else on earth who could make my heart pound like she did, my palms sweat, and my fingers tremble.

Cursing, I hauled myself back into the van. Gus followed a moment later, an open bag of chips in each hand. “Where’d you get to? It was your turn to buy tea.”

I tossed him a crumpled-up fiver. “Why didn’t you tell me your sister was in town?”

“Oh fuck.” Gus held out a bag of chips, then set it on the dashboard when I made no move to claim it. “Are we really doing this?”

I gave him a flat look.

He sighed. “Fuck’s sake. Why would I tell you? You two aren’t exactly friends, and you haven’t been a couple since I was fourteen and nicking Mayfair Lights from her school bag.”

Shit, had it been that long? Why was it that just a glimpse of her face could set me back a decade? The weight in my chest increased and I started the van, gunning the rickety diesel engine with a roar. “Either way, a fucking heads-up would’ve been nice.”

“But why, though?” Gus pointed a chip at me. “You want her number so you can catch up on old times?”

I wondered if he’d actually give it to me. Then pictured myself calling Mia and her reaction to hearing my voice for the first time in ten long years.

A legit shudder passed through me. I was done torturing myself for putting my family first, for giving up my entire life to keep a roof over my mum’s head, but that didn’t make the obvious anger in Mia’s eyes easier to bear. Her temper had fascinated seventeen-year-old me—sometimes I’d wound her up on purpose, just to revel in her flushed skin and sharp tongue—but I didn’t have the stones to take it now. My Mia angst tolerance was at an all-time complacent low.

“Luke?”

I spared Gus another glare. “What?”

“Can I eat your chips?”

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About The Author

Garrett Leigh is an award-winning British writer and book designer.

Garrett’s debut novel, Slide, won Best Bisexual Debut at the 2014 Rainbow Book Awards, and her polyamorous novel, Misfits, was a finalist in the 2016 LAMBDA awards.

When not writing, Garrett can generally be found procrastinating on Twitter, cooking up a storm, or sitting on her behind doing as little as possible, all the while shouting at her menagerie of children and animals and attempting to tame her unruly and wonderful FOX.

Garrett is also an award-winning cover artist, taking the silver medal at the Benjamin Franklin Book Awards in 2016. She designs for various publishing houses and independent authors at blackjazzdesign.com, and co-owns the specialist stock site moonstockphotography.com with photographer Dan Burgess.

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Release Blitz: Her All Along by Cara Dee

Her All Along | Cara Dee

HAA ebook release

Release Date: January 12th, 2021

Universal Link: https://readerlinks.com/l/1642610/02

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/56426419-her-all-along

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Blurb

I’d craved an ending for as long as I could remember. An ending to the crippling hurt, the blinding rage, and this sense of confusion and loss. I didn’t know who I was. I had no identity. I just hated.

Until her.

With one small flame after another, she lit up my path toward redemption and showed me a life worth living. It was how our love story began—without fanfare. Just a flicker in the dark.

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Excerpt

Darius laughed. “Maybe not, but never underestimate a survivor.”

Survivor. I wasn’t sure I’d use that word to describe myself.

“It all depends on how we deal with trauma,” he said. Or slurred. “You can be a runner—most of us are, to an extent. It’s ingrained in us to try to escape trauma. But real runners…they reach a whole new level.” He exhaled some smoke. “You can be a fighter. That’s me. Fighters can be good—but they also carry a shitload of anger and rarely know what to do with it. We’re cocky sons’a bitches too.”

“No argument.” I smirked wryly.

“Then there’s you.” He threw an arm around my shoulders and nudged me back toward the bar. “Even survivors have limits, but you can take more shit than anyone. To others, you come across as a bottomless pit. Regardless of what life throws at you, you keep getting up in the morning. You get up after every fight, you get up after every blow you’re dealt.” He took a deep pull from his smoke before throwing it away. Then he patted my chest. “That’s why I know you won’t use that sweet 686 that you’ve hidden in your towels in your bathroom upstairs.”

Fuck. I swallowed hard against a bout of nausea. With those words, I sobered up.

He formed a gun with his fingers and pressed them to my temple. “It goes against your nature to stop breathing, my friend.”

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About The Author

I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.

There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.

Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve.

I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, cooking, baking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and family, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

Find Cara on social media here: https://www.caradeewrites.com/cdwlandingpage

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Release Blitz: Fall By Winter by Cara Dee

Fall by Winter | Cara Dee

Camassia Cove Universe

Release Date: October 15th, 2020

Universal Link: https://readerlinks.com/l/1467196/02

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/55635856-fall-by-winter

Blurb

I didn’t know what to say.

Writing a dating profile would force me to come to terms with the fact that I’d officially become one of those people who had to say, “It’s complicated.” And maybe that wasn’t entirely correct; I had come to terms with everything, but I doubted a man would touch my baggage with a ten-foot pole, much less his own approximately seven-inch one.

It didn’t matter. I didn’t want any kind of pole near my complicated mess. I was finally happy on my own. In fact, I was rocking this whole divorce thing. I was free. My ex-husband and I had a good thing going on. We remained close, we raised our rambunctious son and our hormonal daughter together, and I’d just moved into my dream house.

I was going to cruise through the rest of my forties with a glass of wine in my hand and no one to answer to.

No, the dating market could wait. I had work, I had my kids, I had my health. I had an ex-husband who’d just gotten engaged to another man, an ex-husband who was telling me that Mason, his older brother, was moving back to town. On my street, to boot.

Now, that was a pole I shouldn’t be thinking about.

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Whoever said you couldn’t miss what you’d never had was wrong. I’d never had Mason before, but I’d missed him. He’d lived on the fringes of my life for over twenty years, and now it was like a lost part had been returned to me.

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“It doesn’t matter,” I settled for saying. “I’m not interested in meeting anyone. I’m perfectly content with my life as it is.”

“You’re not even interested in the eye candy looking at you over there?” Sharon pointed toward the bar. “Mother of God, what a specimen.”

I cocked my head and followed her gaze, wondering who—holy shit.

“Mason!” I exclaimed. It was Mason. Mason was in town. “That’s William’s older brother,” I said, getting up from my seat. “I’ll be right back.”

“That’s Mason?” Sharon asked me incredulously. “How the fuck have you not jumped him yet? Girl, you picked the wrong brother. No offense.”

I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing and shook my head instead. She was incorrigible.

“I’ll be right back,” I repeated and left her at the table. She wouldn’t understand. Mason was gorgeous, yes—out of this world, really—but he was the type of man you only watched from afar. By day, he rocked Armani suits and worked in finance. On the weekends, he wore ratty jeans and flannel as he built furniture in his garage. A walking contradiction was what he was. As humble as he was cocky. Quiet and observant, yet unafraid to raise hell and be the center of attention. Add a killer smile, charisma that went on for days, and eyes that could strip you of your defenses in a second. Unlike William’s slate-colored eyes, Mason’s carried a pinch of green.

He flashed me one of his charming smirks as I approached.

Dress pants and a button-down tonight, I noted. No doubt tailored to fit his body.

“You don’t call, you don’t write?” I beamed at him and snuck in for a hug.

He chuckled and gave me a tight squeeze.

Man, he smelled good. If I were to look up the word masculine in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Mason Calvert.

“Maybe I wanted to surprise you.” Then there was his voice. His rich, warm voice.

Whew.

“I’m trying to be patient and let William handle the communication between you two, but you both kinda suck at relaying information to me.” I released him and glanced up at him with a smirk. “How are you doing, hon? You look great. How long are you in town for? And when did you get here?”

He took my firing squad approach in stride and ticked off each answer with mirth in his eyes. “I’m doing much better. So do you. I’m here to stay. I got here last night.”

“You found a house already?” That was a surprise.

“Well, no.” He cleared his throat and chuckled a little. “I’m staying at Cedar Inn for a while. Tomorrow I have a few places I’m gonna look at.”

Made much more sense. “I hope you’ll buy the house on my street,” I told him. “Rumor has it you’re about to be a grandfather, and I like babies.”

He grinned, all sexy laugh lines and warmth. He made forty-seven look so fucking fine. “Be careful what you wish for. I’ve already been warned about the fact that I’ll be the grandparent closest to Tristan and Katie. Her folks are in Toronto.”

Oh, but that made me happy! It meant Mason would be babysitting more often. “I’ll dust off Brady’s and Aurora’s baby things that I haven’t been able to throw away,” I promised with a wink.

Mason laughed under his breath and touched my cheek briefly. “It’s good to see you, Lis.”

“You too.” I smiled, feeling some heat rise to my skin. It was what Mason did. He unnerved me. He did it to all women. “Did you know I would be here tonight?”

He nodded toward my table. “Your friend tagged you in a picture on Facebook and said you were on your way here. So I thought I’d crash the party for a little while and buy you ladies a drink or two.”

Well, that was mildly embarrassing. It hadn’t been the most flattering photo. We’d been in the back of Sharon’s husband’s car, me reapplying my lipstick and Sharon feeling like the world should know about it.

“You should see her Instagram,” I huffed. “Every time we’re out, she posts a photo of me with the all-caps caption, ‘SHE’S SINGLE.’”

Mason let out a laugh and grabbed his beer from the bar top. “That’s a reason to get Instagram if I ever heard one.”

“Oh, you.” I was ready to dare any woman alive to resist this man’s charm. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to Sharon.” I linked my arm with his and guided him away from the bar.

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About The Author

I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.

There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly. Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve.

Additionally, I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

All the social media links you could ever need: https://www.caradeewrites.com/stalkcaradee

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