Saturday, October 29, 2016

wreck-bt-ban Today we have the blog tour for WRECK by Stacey Brandon & Karen Bell! Check out this great series and enter their giveaway today! wreck-bk3-cover About Wreck: Kyle can have almost any woman he wants… except the one he wants most. If he falls for his boss’s daughter, it could be the biggest mistake of his life. He’s made more than his fair share. It would ruin his relationship with the man he considers almost a father, and besides, she deserves someone better than him anyway. Kinleigh knows the minute she sees the bartender in her dad’s bar that they are meant to be together. She’s heard all about his good business head, how trustworthy he is, and how much potential he has… but learning he is also the hottest man she’s ever laid eyes on had cinched the deal. She might look sweet and innocent, but looks can be deceiving. She’ll do whatever it takes to show him they belong together. Can they learn that trusting each other is the only way to find happiness? Or will they let prejudices destroy their lives?

Grab your copy today! (Book 1) Crash: http://goo.gl/FaLxaa (Book 2) Fall: http://goo.gl/eooCbn (Book 3) Wreck: https://goo.gl/EIckkl crashseries-teaser-5


EXCERPT:
“Kyle,” she had whispered fervently while slamming against my side and ducking under my arm.  “Play along!” she begged me.

     “What?” I was confused and my body was already responding in embarrassing ways to the feel of her hot body pressed tightly against mine.

     She smiled up at me.  “See that guy over there?”

     I turned to look in the direction she indicated, trying to see someone that stood out differently from the tightly packed herd of men and women clutching various drinks and moving to the rhythm of the music pumping through the room.

     Reaching up, she grabbed my jaw and turned my face back towards her. “Don’t look!” she demanded through clenched teeth.

     “But you said…”  My thoughts had been in chaos. 

     “Just pretend to be my boyfriend…please?””

     I swallowed hard, forcing the lump in my throat to subside.  I couldn’t pretend anything with her.  It was all real.  “Why?” I’d managed to choke out, but just barely.  She’d been running one hand across my back while the other held onto my forearm as though I was her life raft.

     “There’s a guy over there…”  Again I tried to look and again she pulled me back. “He is insisting I dance with him.”

     She had then deftly turned me so my back was facing the crowd with her body pressed tightly against my chest.  Her fingers found their way onto my shoulders and up my neck, until landing deeply in my hair.  She licked her lips.  “I told him my boyfriend wouldn’t like it.  He doesn’t want to take no for an answer so…”

     My blood boiled.  I grabbed her shoulders and moved her aside, determined to find the douchebag.

     “No, Kyle wait!” 

     I launched myself over the bar, scanning for anyone that could mean her harm.  Seeing an overweight prick in an expensive suit leaning against the pool table, letting his eyes become too familiar with Kinleigh, convinced me I’d found him.

     Two steps before I’d been close enough to teach him some manners, Kinleigh had jumped between us.

     “Not him!” She yelled, in time to stop my fist from finding the sickly pale face behind her.

     “Then who?” I yelled back.

     She looked around nervously. “Uh…”

     “Kinleigh?” I was losing patience.  Neither Ronan or I tolerate anyone causing trouble at the bar, but the thought of someone hitting too insistently on Kinleigh had made me furious.  I told myself it was on Ronan’s behalf since he wasn’t there and this was his daughter, but I have a nasty habit of lying to myself when I can’t face my own truths.

     “He left.  I saw him leave! You scared him away!” she insisted, pulling me back to the bar.

     I tried to cool off and let it go but not being able to confront the asshole had me wound too tightly.

     “I’m sure he won’t be back.  You really scared him.”

     Making my way back behind the bar, I reached for the bottle of tequila and downed two shots before I could speak.  I never drink on the job, but this hadn’t been normal circumstances.

     “What did he look like?  Did he pay with a credit card?  Did you get his name?”  I started thinking of all the ways I could track him down.

     Kinleigh looked sick.  “Kyle…”

     “Was he here with anyone?”

     She swallowed hard and tears filled her eyes.  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.


wreck-teaser-1 Stacey Brandon & Karen Bell Bio: brandon-bell Once upon a time, these two hookers became best friends… Stacey Brandon and Karen Bell both live in the same small Texas town on the Gulf Coast, are happily married and the proud Moms of awesome kids. Stacey owns and runs a photography studio and Karen designs and sews her own children’s clothing line. They met over fifteen years ago when they decided to turn one large professional space into a single home for both businesses.   Well, that’s all the boring facts expected to be included in an “about the author” page, right? The reality is so much more fun. Stacey and Karen and their families spend holidays together, travel together… and generally turn every situation into something crazy and chaotic. They are both fluent in English, Sarcasm and Profanity and have decided the irrefutable proof of their best friend status is how often people assume they are “together” when in public. The poor husbands are good sports about it… and might even encourage this misconception at times for sheer entertainment value.   When Karen battled cancer… and kicked its ass… in 2014, they learned to value every day and quit worrying about what others think. Do what you love! Karen is happy to take advantage of the situation though. She loves to remind everyone she “had the CANCER, dammit!” and now she can always and forever claim the last brownie ;) Connect with Stacey and Karen: FB: https://www.facebook.com/BrandonBell.Authors/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/brandon_bell_authors/       wreck-giveaway Enter Stacey and Karen’s Giveaway:   a Rafflecopter giveaway  
Post a Comment