Can I just say this is the sweetest book I have read in awhile. Making faces follows a group of kids from their senior year to a few years after. There are two sides to this story...Fern the nerdy ugly girl who blossoms after high school and Ambrose, the Hercules of the school wrestling team. I know, I know, it seems like this is the same ole story of the hunk who finally sees beyond the surface, but if that is what you think you'd be wrong. You see Amy Harmon throws us a game changer by making the time of this book 9/11. This throws the world into chaos and Ambrose convinces his friends to enlist with him after graduation. I don't want to spoil anything in this story but the personal growth of the characters, their insightfulness, and deep true love of their friends was heart wrenching. This book is much more than 5 stars.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Monday, November 25, 2013
Main Attraction is up on Amazon!
My first book is up and running on Amazon!
http://www.amazon.com/Main-Attraction-Ava-OShay-ebook/dp/B00GWRP74E/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1385432737&sr=8-1-fkmr0&keywords=main+attraction%2C+Ava+O%27Shay
Excerpt:
“No,
I’m not married.”
“But…the
ring?”
I
raised my hand to look at my wedding band. I never thought to remove it. I
shrugged. “Widowed. Five years.”
“You
thought I didn’t like the kiss?” he said incredulously.
I
felt him tense when I leaned in and placed my mouth to his. This time, I was
the one that caused the moan to escape his
lips. “It’s kind of like riding a bike,” I mused.
“I
thought you were leaving.” He smiled slyly.
“I
thought you didn’t want me to.” I kissed him again.
“Jess…I
loved the kiss. I just didn’t want to have to convince you to leave your
husband for me.” His fingers gripped my hips and he nuzzled my neck, his words
hot on my skin. “I think you’ll need to sit on the other side of the room for
us to continue to talk or I’ll end up
breaking my word.”
“What
word would that be?” Tangling his hair through my fingers, I laughed when he
playfully nipped at my jaw.
“That
I didn’t invite you here for sex,” he mumbled.
I
found my lips craving his. His mouth tasted so good. “But you did. Didn’t you,”
I stated, pulling back a little.
“No.
You aren’t like the others.” He ran kisses along my collarbone trying to
distract me.
“Maybe
it wouldn’t be so bad to go back on my word.” Hope filled his voice. “You know,
if you’re a willing participant.”
“Maybe,”
I muttered when his mouth found mine again and again, sending a zing straight
through my body. My breath caught when his hand found its way under my shirt
and his knuckles grazed over my nipple. Regaining my wits, I stepped back. “No.
I can’t. We have to stop.” I side-stepped him and rubbed my face, readjusting
the shirt that had become bunched around my breasts. “We shouldn’t…well, we
should at least slow down.”
He
turned away and appeared to be readjusting himself. “You’re right. That isn’t
how I want this to go.” He grabbed a new bottle of beer and plopped onto the
far end of the couch, taking a long swig.
“How did you see it going?”
Penn
stared blankly. “I don’t see it going into my bedroom if that’s what you’re
asking. You already seem to have gotten the Penn
is a douchebag memo. I don’t want them to be proven correct.”
Sunday, November 24, 2013
MAIN ATTRACTION RELEASE
My first book is being released November 25th! Check out the blog tour and Giveaway!
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
COVER REVEAL FOR ROYAL PAIN BY DANIELLE DOOLITTLE
Blurb:
Falling in love can be a royal pain.
A cocktail of sex, booze and breakneck speeds is what sends Prince Henry
of Benignus into rehab. He’s expecting to skip out on lectures and smoke behind
the shed.
He’s not expecting Carleigh.
Carleigh Phillips knows Henry is trouble. His bad boy attitude reeks of
self-importance and over-indulgence. She’s not expecting him to lift a royal
finger during his time at the ranch.
She’s not expecting him to be a threat to her heart.
When Carleigh’s life is on the line, will Prince Henry step up to the
plate? Or will he prove he really is nothing but a phony royal pain?
You can add Royal Pain to your to-read list on Goodreads:
Information about the book:
Title: Royal Pain
Author: Danielle Doolittle
Series: Sweetwater Creek #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 6, 2014
About the Author:
With a bachelor’s degree in English, Danielle has always had a passion
for the written word. Initially starting out to be a high school teacher, she
soon realized writing was her calling. Danielle lives in Ohio with her family.
When she’s not writing (which is rare) she’s spending time with her husband,
wrangling two rambunctious boys and one rowdy little girl, and baking like
she’s on Cupcake Wars.
Danielle enjoys copious amounts of coffee and dark chocolate, chatting
on Twitter, and a good love story. Oh, and an Alpha hero is a must!
You can find and contact Danielle here:
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Cover Reveal: An Unexpected Hunger By C. Rosa
Cover Reveal: An Unexpected
Hunger by C. Rosa
Ricky Perry is known for two things: getting kicked out of
high school and charming the pants off any woman. He is exactly the kind of guy
Alexa swore she would never fall for again. In high school, it took all of
Alexa's willpower to avoid him. But this isn’t high school anymore, and Ricky
is more appealing than ever.
Ricky sets out to show Alexa that everyone deserves a second
chance. Even him. Alexa needs to decide between what’s right for her career and
what’s right for her heart. Or maybe Ricky will prove she really can have it
all.
About the Author:
Thursday, November 7, 2013
A Late Thaw by Ana Blaze
Title: A LATE THAW
Author: Ana Blaze
Publisher: Entranced Publishing
Imprint: Kissed
Genre: contemporary romance
Length: 57 pages (novella)
Release Date: October 28th, 2013
Blurb:
The town’s too small for Kiley St. Claire’s reappearance to be a surprise, still seeing her hits Cole Thomas like a punch to the gut. She ripped his heart apart when she turned to ice and ran away all those years ago. Now that she’s back, Cole’s going to say his piece and move on.
Even if she does look damn good in that uniform.
Kiley St. Claire is back in the small town of Barrett, Vermont, for one reason and one reason only: to earn some cash so she can survive her final semester of grad school. She’s not there for the sexy Christmas tree farmers.
Even the one who once held her heart.
Add to Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17830852-a-late-thaw
Chapter One
COLE THOMAS HAD BEEN a late bloomer. One of the smallest boys in their middle school, he’d disappeared to his uncle’s ranch in Wyoming the summer before high school and had come back six inches taller, wearing a cowboy hat. Kiley St. Claire doubted the woman he was currently flirting with remembered that. It was practically ancient history.
She squinted as she tried to remember the woman’s name. Cole’s fangirl looked vaguely familiar under her over-processed blond hair and cheap but abundant makeup. She was probably one of Cole and Kiley’s former classmates. Amber maybe, or one of the Ashleys. She was pretty—whatever her name was—and she had a fantastic rack. More importantly, she wasn’t wearing a cheap Bavarian Miss costume and pigtails like Kiley was. If they were competing, the babe with the penchant for bleach and blue eye shadow would win. They weren’t, of course. Kiley was done crushing on Cole. It was obvious—had been for years—that he’d never see her as more than a friend.
She straightened the red bodice that made even her own modest chest look full, pulled the notepad from her already sticky apron, and marched over to their table. Her heels clicked along the scuffed and murky wood floor. No doubt it had originally been a beautiful walnut. Now it was covered with a layer of scum as old as she was and fit right in with the rest of the decor.
The entire bar was filled with heavy, dark wood tables and stools covered in faded maroon vinyl. Kept clean and under the right lighting it had probably once been genuinely attractive. Probably. If that had ever been the case it had stopped the day Kiley’s boss, the infamous Buddy, bought the building and started filling it with kitschy, vaguely German-themed knick-knacks and neon beer signs. Cole and the blonde were sitting near a display of Hummel knock-offs, one of which appeared to be mooning the patrons.
A table full of afternoon-drunk Frat guys signaled to Kiley. She held up a single finger in acknowledgement. They could use a couple minutes before their next round, and she had to do this, face Cole, before she lost her nerve. “Are you guys ready to order, or do you need another minute with the menus?”
“Kiley?” Cole’s dark eyes widened for a second before he started laughing. His shoulders shook, and he slapped the worn wooden tabletop. “This is…” He gestured toward her. “This…oh, you gotta give a turn.” He circled a finger in the air.
“Do you want a beer or not?” She refused to be embarrassed. Yes, she was dressed like the St. Pauli girl, but it obviously hadn’t been her idea. She didn’t even like wearing costumes on Halloween.
“I heard you were coming back for the summer, but this…damn.”
“School’s expensive, Cole, and there aren’t a lot of summer jobs in this town.” Barrett, Vermont was a pretty little town, not a thriving metropolis. If there had been other options, any other options, she wouldn’t be dressed like slutty Gretel serving beer and waffles in a Bavarian-themed restaurant owned by a man who’d never traveled farther than Montreal.
Cole looked her up and down with a big grin on his too-handsome face. Kiley pretended not to notice that his thick, brown hair was a touch longer than the last time she’d seen him, or that it curled appealingly against the collar of his blue-green plaid shirt. She tried not to check the scar on his left arm—a thin jagged line that was only really noticeable when the skin around it tanned a shade or two darker. Her heart melted a little when she saw it.
Cole had only recently turned eight the night they went searching for Kiley’s runaway dog. He got tangled in a bit of barbed wire fence hidden amongst the leaves in the woods behind her neighbor’s house. The dog came home on his own later that night, but Cole ended up needing
stitches in four places. And a tetanus shot. He made her promise not to tell anyone he’d cried, and she drew a cross over her heart and wished for untold tortures if she broke her word.
She still hadn’t.
“So why’d you come then?”
Kiley shrugged. Way to make a girl feel welcome, Cole. “It’s home.”
“Wasn’t enough to bring you home last Christmas, or the one before.”
Yup. She was a horrible daughter, and her mom let the whole town know it. Mother dearest undoubtedly left out that Kiley couldn’t afford to pay for a rental car sturdy enough to make the several-hour trip in wintry weather.
Before she had a chance to respond, the blonde sitting with Cole tilted her head to the side and frowned at her. “I remember you.” She smiled then, broadly, as though remembering anything was an accomplishment worthy of her pride.
Kiley tried to smile at the woman, but her lips were too tight. “Go Bobcats,” she said weakly.
“Yeah, you were in my gym class. Didn’t you get hit in the face with a tennis ball one time?”
Kiley had long ago accepted that, despite the lack of any reasonable scientific explanation, her face clearly attracted sporting equipment. She’d absolutely gotten hit with a tennis ball, as well as a volleyball, a softball, and a Frisbee. Once she’d even managed to get wacked in the nose with a broom while they’d attempted to play a grounded version of Quidditch. “Yup, that was me.”
The other woman nodded. “I knew it. I’ve always been good with faces.”
“Wow. Catching up is super fun, but I have a bunch of tables. So…”
“Were you even going to give me a call?” Cole looked hurt, and Kiley wished she didn’t care.
“Sure. Once I got settled and all, I—”
“Right.” He scowled. “Why don’t you bring us a couple of drafts. Whatever’s on special is fine.”
His cool tone sliced through her resolve and made her stomach churn. Why couldn’t she just move on? Being Cole’s friend, watching him date every other girl in town, hurt too much. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t fall back into his well-meaning but clueless clutches this summer. Kiley had come home to work and to save up enough money to live on for the final semester of classes she needed to earn her Master’s in Meteorology. That’s it. She already had job prospects for after graduation in January. This would be her last summer at home.
She nodded. “I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
He’d already turned back to the blonde.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
1000 Sleepless Nights Book Tour
At Pure Textuality
And Afternoon Bookery
http://afternoonbookery.blogspot.com/
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