Friday, June 9, 2017

**Giveaway** PRIMROSE LANE by Debbie Mason



ABOUT THE BOOK

Title: PRIMROSE LANE
Author: Debbie Mason
Series: Harmony Harbor, #3
On Sale: June 27, 2017
Publisher: Forever
Mass Market: $7.99 USD
eBook: $5.99 USD

Olivia Davenport has finally gotten her life back together. She's left her painful past behind, started over in a new town, and become Harmony Harbor's most sought-after event planner. But her past catches up to her when Olivia learns that she's now guardian of her ex's young daughter. With her world spinning, Olivia must reconcile her old life with her new one. And she doesn't have time for her new next door neighbor, no matter how handsome he is.

Olivia may act like she's got everything under control, but Dr. Finn Gallagher knows a person in over her head when he sees one. He'd really like to be the shoulder she leans on, but Olivia makes it clear she doesn't want his help. Since he's returned to town, his waiting room has been full of single women feigning illness. Yet the one woman he's interested in is avoiding him. But with a little help from some matchmaking widows and a precocious little girl, Finn might just win Olivia over.

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EXCERPT:

Dr. Finn Gallagher found himself at the clinic on Primrose Lane, wondering what the hell he’d gotten himself into.
In the seven and half hours he’d been there, he’d seen forty-five patients. Only five of whom actually had something physically wrong with them. All five were female and under the age of sixteen. As far as he could tell, not one of them was interested in marrying him.
The other forty had nothing wrong with them. And, as far as he could tell, were very interested in marrying him. If they weren’t, their grandmothers and mothers were. Interested in him marrying their daughters and granddaughters, that is.
At the beginning of the day, it was kind of amusing, even a little flattering. But by 10:45 it had gotten old and annoying. It didn’t help that he kept thinking of the patients he saw while working with Doctors Without Borders. Those people needed him, desperately. They weren’t fake coughing or complaining about phantom chest pains. They were sick and hungry, wounded and scared. They weren’t spoiled and whiny and ungrateful.
He winced at his unflattering characterizations and intolerance. While there was some truth to his observations, the throbbing ache in his leg injury was making him grumpy. Knowing his father had been right and Finn wasn’t ready to go back to the Congo wasn’t doing much to improve his mood.
Sherry, Doc Bishop’s nurse and a woman Finn had dated in high school, opened the door to the closet-sized office. “Pain hasn’t let up, has it?” she asked with a compassionate smile.
“I’m good. Just had to return a couple of phone calls.” He set down the cold cup of coffee he hadn’t had a chance to drink, removed the ice pack from his knee, and surreptitiously hid it behind the welcome-to-the-clinic plant from the staff, which Finn now mentally referred to as the matchmaking clinic from hell. He pushed to his feet with a closed-mouth smile that hopefully hid his clenched his teeth from Sherry’s observant gaze.
“Really? I rescheduled Molly, Sally, and Karen’s physicals to tomorrow, but if you’re okay to see—”
“No, tomorrow’s good. On second thought, why don’t you schedule them with Doc Bishop? They’ve been going to him for twenty years. I’m sure they’d be more comfortable—”
“They would be or you would?” she said with a laugh, and then proceeded to share way too much information about all three women before adding, “Dr. Bishop won’t be in tomorrow. Mrs. Fitzgerald invited him to make up a foursome, remember?”
Finn rubbed his jaw. “I’m not sure that’s something you should share—”
She made a ha-snort sound and then cuffed him on the shoulder. “Not that kind of foursome, silly. They’re playing golf.” She ha-snorted again. “It’s no wonder that’s where your mind went after the offers you’ve had today. Kerry will get a good laugh over that one.”
If Sherry had her master’s in gossip, Kerry, the receptionist, had her PhD. Finn figured he’d provided them with enough to talk about for a month at least. He lifted his chin in the direction of the examination rooms. There were five. “Who’s next?”
“I cleared out the waiting room of all but legit complaints, so you only have four. Patient number one won’t take long. She just needs her script renewed.” She handed him a file.
He looked at the name and handed it back. “Might be better if Doc Bishop sees Ms. Templeton.”
“He left early. Mrs. DiRossi invited him for dinner, and I think he wanted to get spiffed up.” Sherry frowned and looked from Finn to examination room number one. “Is there a reason you don’t want to see Dana?”
 



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THE HARMONY HARBOR SERIES

MISTLETOE COTTAGE, #1
CHRISTMAS WITH AN ANGEL, #1.5
STARLIGHT BRIDGE, #2
PRIMROSE LANE, #3


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Debbie Mason is the USA Today bestselling author of the Christmas, Colorado series. Her books have been praised for their "likable characters, clever dialogue, and juicy plots" (RT Book Reviews).  When she isn't writing or reading, Debbie enjoys spending time with her very own real-life hero, their four wonderful children, two adorable grandbabies, and a yappy Yorkie named Bella.


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**Giveaway** Burnt Sugar (ACE Series #2) by Layne Harper





Burnt Sugar (ACE Series #2) by Layne Harper

Release Date: June 28, 2017


Synopsis



He left me crumpled in a ball on the worn hardwoods where my living room furniture used to be. He fed me to the paparazzi. He teased me with his new album—full of songs written about me. Then, I never heard from him again.



Did I let Aaron Emerson break me? Of course not. I’m MK Landry. I turned my mess into my message. I poured my heart out to my fans on NoPinkCaddy.com. Then, I picked up the phone and made the scariest call of my life. The rest, as they say, is history.



She dropped the worst line in the history of breakup lines: be the man I deserve. What does that even mean? I ran. I had no idea how to handle her injury, anger, and disappointment. She gave up on me when I needed her the most.



My life has marched forward. I’m in the middle of my comeback, sold-out tour. I have a model girlfriend. On the outside, my world looks rock star perfect. But Mary Kay Landry left a void in my soul that no amount of fame or time spent with others can fill. I’m stuck in MK purgatory where she haunts my nights and fills my days.



Burnt Sugar is the second book in the ACE series.






Excerpt

     In an instant, I’m sure I’ve slipped back in time—ten months exactly. My mind doesn’t have a chance to register who is standing outside my hotel room door before I’m pushed up against the wall just inside my room, and his mouth slams into mine. His tongue, not asking for permission, swipes over my clenched teeth. He uses one arm to pin my hands over my head as the dollars tumble to the carpet just like my defenses. His knee works to spread my thighs. He’s frenzied and wild and smells of whiskey and sweat. His hair gets trapped between our lips, and his free fingers yank it angrily away. 

     Stunned is an understatement. I never thought I would see or hear from Aaron again, let alone find his tongue attempting to persuade my jaw to loosen. 

     This feels surreal and unbelievable as if I’m watching this happen to someone else. I’m numb. Did I fall asleep while brainstorming? Is this the equivalent to a wet dream? The warm breath tastes of Aaron. The lips feel like Aaron’s—soft and full. But surely this isn't him. He’s ignored me. He’s done things to purposely hurt me. He’s a bastard who turned his back, leaving me in his cold, dark shadow.

     Finally, my brain registers that yes, this is indeed Aaron manhandling my body, and I’m not okay with it. My head jerks to the side, breaking our kiss. “Get off me. What do you think you’re doing?” My voice is high-pitched and cracks as I try to catch my breath.

     His eyes meet mine as he steps back but not far enough that I would call him out of my personal space, and he doesn’t release my hands. “I can’t help myself,” he pants as he drags his fingers through his much-longer-than-when-we-were-together blonde hair. 

     Wiggling my hands free, I push him further away as my eyes glance to Shannon. I think I may have shocked the woman who’s seen it all. “Everything okay?” She’s got her phone in hand as if she’s not sure if she should call the police. 

     Aaron turns to the door apparently just now realizing that there’s someone else in the room. 

     “Is everything okay?” Shannon asks again, this time more demanding.

     That’s a great question, and I have no idea. “Shannon, why don’t you head home? I’ll meet you at the airport tomorrow. Thanks for all your help today.”

     Aaron remains facing the doorjamb as if he’s put himself in time out. 

     She mouths That’s Johnny Knite.

     Nodding, I roll my eyes. I’m not sure why. It feels childish, but right now, I just can’t seem to process anything so I blame it on the Aaron affect. 

     She shakes her head as Aaron keeps his back to her as he walks over to the hotel room window, looking at my view of the parking garage.

     As soon as the door closes I ask, “Are you crazy?” My voice has lost the squeaky effect, and it’s dropped an octave sounding as if I’m a monster in a horror film. “We aren’t even friends, acquaintances. You have a girlfriend, and I have a new life. What’re you doing here?”

     His hands clasp behind his head, and he leans forward pressing his forehead against the glass. Back muscles strain against the thin cotton shirt. In a deep, soft voice, he gulps, “I can’t move on.”

     My blood pressure must hit stroke levels because my face feels as if it’s on fire. My heart is beating loudly in my ears. I want to hit him. I’ve never in my life so badly wanted to throw a punch, breaking his straight, perfect nose. “Lucky for you, I have,” I reply through my clenched jaw with nails embedded in my palms. “I waited, Aaron. I messaged you. And called you. I gave you chance after chance and made excuse after excuse as to why you walked out of my life and never returned. You told me you were working to fix yourself. You . . .”

     He turns around, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his worn jeans. His chin almost touches his chest. Blonde strands of hair shield either side of his face. “You abandoned me.”

     Licking my lips, I reply, “I don’t have time for this or you. Get out of my hotel room, and stay out of my life.” My body vibrates with anger. Aaron’s reappearance is the absolute last thing I need right now. 

     “You’re shaking.” When he picks his head up, his cheeks are flushed, and he looks as if he’s aged five years since I saw him last. He takes two steps toward me, but my hand flies out in front.

     “Stop.” Tears slide down my cheeks, and I’m furious with myself for crying. I’ve shed enough tears over Aaron Emerson. He doesn’t deserve any more.

     “Sweetheart, I didn’t come here to make you upset.” His forehead forms a V as if he’s completely confused.

     My fingers swipe under my eyes. “Well, you have. Go. Get out of my hotel room. Whatever we had is dead and buried. Go pour your heart out in a new album about the new girlfriend and forget I ever existed.”





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No Pink Caddy (ACE Series #1) by Layne Harper





About the Author

Layne Harper is a mom, wife, book junkie, and sports fanatic. However, when the kids and husband are safely ensconced at school and work, she slips into her office with her three rescue dogs and writes until it’s time to drive carpool. Her children have no idea about her secret life (and they hopefully never will), and the dogs won’t tell. She’s always writing in her mind though and making notes on whatever is close by; envelopes, napkins, a kid’s homework…



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