Published: April 17th, 2014 Description:
Lia Meyers’ plan for a relaxing Scottish vacation is short-lived when one uncharacteristic moment of clumsiness lands her in the arms of a dangerously attractive Englishman.
The perfect opportunity for a much needed holiday romance? Wrong! Lia’s still reeling from the mother of all bad breakups, and she really doesn’t have the patience for Alastair Holden – despite his effortless charm and cute British accent.
Arrogant and totally inscrutable, he’s exactly the sort of guy she wants to avoid but can’t: the man behind the mystery proves just too tempting to resist.
Drawn to him, Lia is forced to battle with her own insecurities, and the closer they become, the more she recognizes her own weaknesses as she peels away his layers with every night they spend together. Discovering the past Alastair is so desperate to conceal, Lia must decide if they can heal one another together or if their deepest fears will tear them apart.
GUEST POST
No Review is a “Bad” Review
I had a nightmare recently that someone gave my book half a star. Not just one star but HALF a star. *whimper*
As a debut author, reviews are something I try not to dwell on. Do I want reviews? Yes. Lots of them. Good ones. Bad ones. Middle of the road ones. That means people are reading and having some type of reaction to the stories I’ve written. Any review is a form of publicity and as the saying goes “there’s no such thing as bad publicity.”
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So what do you do when a review isn’t so glowing and fabulous?
Think of it this way. Anybody who reviews a book has spent time and energy thinking about it. They’re spreading the word. The beauty about a bad review is whatever it was about the story that particular reader didn’t like might be exactly what someone else loves. Seriously. How many times have I gone to see a big, loud special effects laden movie because some critic said it lacked substance? Too many to mention.
Everybody has their own relationship with the book they’re reading. I certainly do and have disliked many popular books that others can’t seem to get enough of. Does that make the book bad? Nope. It just meant it wasn’t for me.
I’ve been fortunate and haven’t received too many negative reviews. As I said, I’m a debut author so I try not to dwell on reviews too much if I can help it. It doesn’t mean my heart won’t break a little when somebody doesn’t like that my heroine is a little naive in certain situations or totally missed the point on why my hero can be so difficult.
Do I want everyone to love and squeeze and fawn over my characters the same way I do? Of course. What author wouldn’t. Will some readers do just that? Yes. I’ve already heard from numerous readers about how much they loved the characters and their story. On the days I do see a not so positive review I tend to focus on the comments that make me smile. Then, I jump right back into writing because at the end of the day, it’s what I love to do and I’m just happy to be able to share some of my stories with all of you.
EXCERPT
“You’re quite lovely, Lia. Pity you’re
leaving soon. I’d like to take you—” he paused, tracing his thumb over my lower
lip. I shuddered. “—out. Again.”
“You would?” I asked hoarsely.
Nodding, he stroked the curve of my
cheek. “Are you coming back to Glasgow after the wedding?”
“Yeah…yes. Saturday.”
Backing away from him, I bumped into the
arm of the couch. I almost toppled over it, but managed to steady myself. Being
in his presence made me so damn skittish, it was frustrating.
“I’m supposed to make an appearance at a
cocktail party for my grandfather’s company.”
Oh good, he’s busy.
“You should come. Or we could go out to
dinner.” Like an apparition, he was in front of me, stroking his fingers along
my arm. “What do you say? Fancy spending the night with me?”
The unspoken promise behind that question
nearly shattered me on the spot. This was supposed to be an easy trip across
the pond. Go to the wedding, hang out with the family and go home. Not fend off
an amazingly sexy, impossible-to-resist guy.
“Stop overthinking,” he ordered.
Stormy, dark eyes carved a path through
my skull. I wilted beneath the strength of his stare. A shaky breath escaped my
lips as he traced his finger along my jaw and down my neck. He drew me into his
hypnotic orbit with such ease. I was powerless to resist.
“This is inevitable, Amelia. Don’t deny
it.”
Inevitable? Each stroke of his fingers
left a fiery trail in its wake. The smooth, soft skin of his cheek brushed
against mine.
“Come with me.”
Oh Jesus, those three words. I jolted out of his seductive haze like I was on fire, trying to
avoid his eyes. His expression was one of pure lust.
“No,” I whispered.
His mouth fell open slightly in surprise.
“No?”
“No,” I repeated, louder. “Do you not
hear that word very often?”
Impassivity dominated his features. He
studied me as though I was the most confusing creature on the planet. We stood
so close to one another I was overcome by his intoxicating scent.
“Why not?”
“Because,” I sighed. “I’m not
interested.”
“In what, Lia? Food or drinks?”
“You know what I mean.”
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About the author:
A fresh, new voice in contemporary romance, Lynn is a former TV news writer who decided to take the plunge and write a novel. She's thrilled that her debut series is being published by Harper Impulse. The first book, Catch My Breath, was released in April 2014 to rave reviews. Its follow up, Unravel Me, hits the market in July.
Lynn grew up in a small town in Rhode Island before venturing out into the world. She's lived everywhere from Los Angeles to Boston to Orlando. An avid traveler, Lynn's been as far away as Australia and as close as Canada. Her favorite place to visit is London.
The small town girl is back on the east coast after a brief stint in Northern California. Lynn currently resides in Massachusetts, comfortably close to her beloved football team.
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