Thursday, 22 October 2015

Happy Book Birthday to Remembering Home!

My new release contemporary novella, Remembering Home, is love! I mean live!
Will love get a second chance, or will they be torn apart again?

How do you forget your first love?
The girl that haunts your dreams.
The one that no other woman could ever live up to.
The one you left behind...

It takes a tragedy to wake Aiden Thomas from his stupor, prompting him to return to his home town. Nothing could've prepared him for what he finds when he gets there. His life, as he knows it, is about to change. It was time to stop hiding behind his lens.

Angel Murphy had her heart ripped away when she was a teenager. She survived the toughest times of her life, with the help of her family. Fifteen years later, after another cruel blow, she is again scrambling to adjust. Angel doesn't know how much more she can take, when the man she thought she’d never see again returns.

Can she trust him to stay this time, especially when he discovers the secrets he left behind?

*Recommended for readers 18+ due to mature content.*
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Angel didn’t sleep well last night. After the build-up of tension all week, the encounter in her office only made it worse. She was ready to explode. Not the most conducive state for relaxation. Now, some ass decided that he’d wake up the birds with a lawnmower on a Saturday morning.

Bless his heart.

The muggy morning air clogged her nostrils, and made the feel of the sheets wrapped around her legs unbearable. She wrestled them off, sitting on the side of the bed to grab a Kleenex. The clock said it was 10:18 am.

Shit. Sugar. She was supposed to pick up Aiden. Her stomach grumbled. She scrubbed her hands over her face, yawning in protest at the rude awakening. She processed that the lawn mower sounded nearby. Gulping down water from her bottle, Angel went to the window, peeling back the curtain to look in the yard.

Sweet Baby Jesus and all that is holy. Water spilled down her chin when she pulled the bottle away after over filling her mouth. Her cheeks felt like she was collecting nuts for winter.

Aiden was shirtless and sweaty, pushing the mower. He stopped, turned down the engine, and disconnected the catcher to empty it into the compost. The muscles in his back and arms moved in symphony. She had a thing for back muscles. Gulping twice to empty her bursting cheeks, more water dripped down her chin, wetting her tank. She grabbed the neck of her shirt to wipe it off and pressed her chest and forehead to the window to get a better look.

Aiden reattached the catcher and turned up the choke. The engine revved louder, assaulting her ears. He turned and looked up at her window staring at her for what felt like an hour before waving and moving off again. She stepped back and took a much-needed breath. Obviously, she’d forgotten to breathe.

She needed to wash up and get presentable. She was awake now, that was for sure. Practically running to the bathroom, she screeched to a halt when she saw what greeted her in the mirror. Birds nest hair with a ‘Something About Mary’ fringe—check. Puffy, red eyes—check. Sweaty sheen to her skin—check. Wet, see through tank top displaying bullet-point nipples—check.

Oh my freakin’ God!

Her groan was loud enough to compete with the mower. Aiden wasn’t the only one putting on a show.

I'm giving away 3 eBook copies (Mobi) of Remembering Home! 
Giveaway starts midnight EST on the 23rd of October, and ends on 28th of October.