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This week's question/topic = Have you ever bought a book just because you fell in love with the cover? And did such book live up to it?
It is usually the blurb on the back cover that attracts me to a book. Does that count?
My blog has reached 700 posts.
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Post Rewind
📌 Aug. 31st = TMST #5: Fall Books 2021
📌 Sept. 1st = Release Blitz: Cruel Wolves and Devious Deceptions
📌 2nd = Cover Reveal: Under Pressure
📌 3rd = Release Promotion: Spellbound
📌 (double post day) TMST #6: Libraries .... Release Blitz: Between Rage & Regret
📌 13th = Blog Tour: Keeping You
📌 14th = TMST #7: Blog Comments
Goodreads
📚 Lover's Leap (by: Kimberly Keyes) = moved to "read" shelf
📚Scarlet Princess (by: Robin D. Mahle and Elle Madison) = moved to "read" shelf
Currently Reading
📖 Game On (by: Joanne Rock) = page 96
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Welcome to Tell Me Something Tuesday. It is a meme hosted by That's What I'm Talking About
This week's question/topic: When does it become too late to comment on a blog post?
My answer is very simple. It is never too late.
When I moved to my sister’s small town, I was looking for a fresh start—no more shallow relationships, no snotty fake friends, and definitely no charming, dirty-talking musicians.
We had a fun, red-hot night together and we agreed that hooking up was a mistake, a one-time thing. But when my dream bakery location happens to be right next door to his bar, every day I’m forced to see that chiseled jawline and remember the feel of his incredible body on mine.
No. I’m starting over. I have rules. No more bad habits, definitely no falling in love. No matter how hard he tries, hooking up with him again would prove I’m the flake everyone expects me to be.
But here I am, stuck between wanting to make something of my life and wanting to grab him and make another delicious mistake.
Excerpt
Honey
Two weeks after I gave the one finger salute to my former boss, I pulled my vintage matte black Chevelle onto Main Street of Chikalu Falls, Montana. The ninety-minute drive left behind the flats and wound through beautiful mountain highways.
Chikalu Falls was nestled at the base of the mountains and from the church on the corner, to the grocer on the right, it always felt slower and a little like stepping back in time. Childhood memories of the summers Jo and I spent with Grandma Nana and Pop flooded back to me.
A bubble of excited energy squirmed in my chest. Nearly every person I passed raised their hand in greeting, and whether they knew me or not, I waved back enthusiastically. I peered over the steering wheel as I entered town to watch someone rolling white paint high on the town’s water tower.
Are they painting over a drawing of a dick?
I shook my head and laughed about this quirky town—Jo always had great stories about it. I passed the town bar and dance hall, The Dirty Pigeon, and fractionally slowed my car. Willing myself to look straight ahead, I still managed to sneak a side-eyed peek at the front door.
My palms felt sweaty against the steering wheel. It wasn’t all that long ago I spent the most incredible, panty-melting night of my life with the bar’s owner, Colin. My chest warmed just thinking about it and a tingle settled between my legs.
Get it together. You both knew it was just one, hot night.
Squashing the thought, I pressed the gas harder and cruised forward, leaving behind all thoughts of Colin’s thickly roped arms pulling me close and the scrape of his stubble against the sensitive skin of my neck.
Four turns later, I pulled into the hidden driveway of Joanna’s farm property. The long and winding gravel path opened up to a stunning piece of land.
Off the road, the Big House was a gorgeous white home with black shutters and a huge wraparound porch. A small river cut through the landscape and near it were several little cottages. I wasn’t sure where Jo wanted me to stay, so I parked near the house and found her sitting on the veranda, waiting for me.
“There’s my girl!” I called up to Jo. The excitement expanded in my chest at seeing my sister after so long. I felt overwhelmed with gratitude and a sense of relief.
She pulled me into a tight hug, “I’ve missed you!” Jo and I used to share an apartment, but with her now living in Chikalu Falls, it felt like an eternity since we’d been together.
“Mmmm,” she replied, squeezing me a little harder. “I just still can’t believe you’re really here.”
“It didn’t take too long to sublease my apartment and I need a change of scenery.”
“Well,” she moved away from me to sweep a wide arm around the impressive, rural land, “this is definitely a change!”
We both laughed and held each other tightly.
It was fantastic to see Jo’s face so full of life and happiness. I shooed away the brief pang of jealousy. She deserved this life and it suited her.
“You’re welcome to stay for however long you need. Mr. Bailey is in Cottage Four, but all the others are open. I think the best view is from Cottage Two.”
“Cottage Two it is! Help me unpack?”
Jo looked past me to see my car practically bursting at the seams with bags and luggage. She didn’t know it, but the trunk was full, too.
“How is it possible you have so much shit?”
“Well,” I answered, “a girl’s gotta look her best.” I winked at her and lifted a shoulder.
“Honestly, Honey. If you’re going to survive here, you at least need one pair of good work boots.” She eyed my ankle booties and their sharp heels warily, but then we got to unpacking.
It only took a few—ok, fine, several—trips for Joanna and me to lug my clothes into the cottage, but we managed to get it all in. After she helped me put some things away and stack the suitcases in the closet, we stood together in the dimly lit kitchen. Jo wrapped her arm around my shoulders and squeezed as we both looked out the large picture window overlooking the riverbank.
“You did what so many people are afraid to,” she whispered in my ear. “You started over.”
My eyes misted and a small, scratchy lump formed in the back of my throat. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth and willed the tears away.
I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. “Thanks, Jo.”
I hoped with every fiber of my being that I could get it right this time.
* * *
After getting cleaned up, Joanna and I decided to meet her fiancé, Lincoln, at The Pidge. A flutter danced in my stomach at the possibility of running into Colin. He was Lincoln’s best friend and hot as fuck. I glanced around to see if I would spot him. Bumping into someone I’d slept with had never been a big deal before, but Colin just did something to my insides.
Since he was Lincoln’s best friend, Colin and I had been thrown together to help with Jo’s fundraiser. At the time, she hosted a fishing event for veterans and he insisted that the bar cater for it. The food was spectacular, and his generosity did not go unnoticed. Neither did his thick arms, hazel eyes, or that tight ass.
I needed to think about something—anything—else.
“Can you believe this place?” Jo was perched on a stool across the high-top table.
“It is pretty incredible,” I admitted. The walls were covered with old photographs of life in Chikalu Falls mixed with posters for local bands. It had a real honky tonk vibe but with an upscale flair to it. The name might suggest it was a dive, but the parts of my brain trained in marketing knew it was intentional. My eyes swooped across the stage and dance floor, still secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of Colin.
No. Remember the rules? No men. Especially men who make you tingle straight down to your toes.
“Well aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes,” Lincoln’s deep, rumbling voice had us looking behind us. He wrapped both arms around Jo and left a trail of kisses up her neck. She giggled and tried to move away, but it was obvious she loved the attention of her man.
“Hey, Linc,” I said between sips of my vodka gimlet.
“I heard you stepped away from your old job. Planning to stay a while?”
“More like lit my old life on fire and danced on the ashes. But yeah. You’re stuck with me now.”
We all laughed but a heaviness lingered around my shoulders. I took another sip of my drink and added, “I still need to figure out what the fuck I’m going to do about a job. But that,” I finished my drink in a burning gulp, “is a worry for another night. Who needs another?”
Jo lifted her glass and Lincoln unwound himself from her. “I got this, ladies. You just sit back and enjoy.”
Joanna’s gaze wandered over her fiancé’s muscled back as he walked up to the bar.
“You going to eye fuck him all night, or what?” I teased. A blush immediately rose to her cheeks.
“Cut it out.” She slapped her napkin against my arm, but not before I caught her sneaking another peek and drooling over him again.
When I followed her gaze to the bar, my heart sputtered and my mouth went dry. Colin McCoy was behind the old wooden bar, filling glasses from the tap with beer in beautiful shades from dark amber to gold.
“You know,” Jo added hopefully, “now that you’re in town again, maybe you and Colin could pick up where you left off.”
I tried to sound as indifferent as I could manage despite the warmth feathering across my chest. “Nah. I think it was just a one-time thing.” Over my drink, I took a peek at him again.
Fuck. That man is a walking orgasm.
“We agreed it would be better to be friends—especially with you and Lincoln now back together. Your friend group doesn’t need us tangled together and complicating matters. Plus, we were separated by ninety miles.” I shrugged my shoulders and flicked my eyes to the dance floor and hoped to look confidently unaffected by his presence.
“Well not anymore. He’s right here.” Jo bumped my shoulder and winked. Since getting together with Lincoln she’d become a hopeless romantic.
I can’t even handle being around him—he’s too tempting and my life is a literal train wreck right now.
As if my thoughts wound through the crowded bar and tapped him on the shoulder, his eyes flicked up and locked onto mine. The familiar thrum of desire bloomed in my chest, sinking lower into my belly.
It really was a fucking shame that I had sworn off meaningless sex—all sex for that matter—before getting to see Colin McCoy naked again.
Damn, the things I would do to you.
Colin’s eyes didn’t leave mine, but a smile quirked his lip up and that lopsided grin was nearly my undoing.
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When Kai disappeared five years ago, he left Shayleigh with a broken heart. Now he’s
back and wants to reconnect with those he left behind, but one secret will turn his life
upside down. Can Kai and Shayleigh’s love overcome all the suffering and secrets?
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Blurb
Kai Ashford has been treated differently by his father his entire life, receiving only coldness and
often violence. When he discovers the reason for so much contempt, a tragedy happens and he
disappears.
Five years later, he is forced to return to help his brothers and reconnects with the people he left
behind.
Shayleigh has known Kai her entire life and hates him for having broken her heart all those
years ago. She does everything to resist his charms and keep him out of her life.
During Kai’s attempt to understand Shayleigh’s hatred, secrets are revealed. One which will turn
Kai’s life upside down. Can love overcome all the suffering and secrets?
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Excerpt
Copyright 2021 @Willa Watkins
Kai hopped over the low fence that separated our houses, wearing shorts that fell loosely on his
hips. He was shirtless and barefoot with unruly hair.
"You're trespassing," I said.
He ignored me and approached with a wide smile. "Did you miss me?"
I did and I was ashamed of it. "Barely noticed you were gone."
"Well, I missed you, Shayleigh. I couldn't stop thinking about you the entire trip," he said,
sounding sincere. However, I knew him well. This was Kai being Kai. "I even brought you a
present."
"Whatever it is, it can't be good."
"Is William home?" He signaled with his chin in the direction of my house.
"Yes, he's home and you should leave."
Surprisingly, he obeyed and jumped back to his side of the fence and I didn't see him anymore.
But good things never last and he returned a few minutes later. At least this time he stayed on
his property.
"Come here, Shay." He waved me over. "I want to give you your gift."
He wasn't kidding. Maybe he did think of me. "No, thanks."
"I'm serious, Shay. Come here. You won't regret it."
I bit my lip, eyes everywhere but on Kai. But then I glanced up and pleading brown eyes stared
back. Eyes that looked so deeply into my own. My body squirmed just a little as my muscles
relaxed. There was something about that gaze of his and I almost caved. Almost.
"No, go home, Kai." My breathing became softer and his pleading expression dissolved into a
smile as soft as the morning light and that was enough to melt the ice in me. "Fine."
Groaning, I stood and strolled to the fence. He was holding a rectangular box wrapped in gold
paper with a red bow.
"For you." He thrust it in my direction. I took the box and eyed it with uncertainty. "Aren't you
going to open it?"
"What's in this?"
"Open and you'll see."
I shook the box. It was light and whatever was inside shifted. "If this is some prank..."
"Why do you always think the worst of me?"
"Because you are the worst, but I'll open it later. Thanks." I turned my back on him and hurried
inside.
Two at a time, I ran up the stairs and locked myself in my room. Curious to know what he had
gotten me, I tugged on the red bow and loosened the knot. I lifted the cover and once I grasped
what was in it, I burned from the roots of my hair to my toes.
I was going to kill Kai!
I marched to my window, unlocked it, and called out his name. He appeared instantly.
"F*ck you, Kai," I spat.
"No, baby. F*ck you, if you know what I mean."
Fuming, I picked up the purple dildo and threw it at him. It didn't reach him but fell on his yard
and the jerk burst out laughing.
About Willa Watkins
Willa is an author of mature New Adult and Contemporary Romance. She is happiest writing her
fearless kissing tales with a cup of coffee in hand. Her stories are addictive, suspenseful, and angsty.
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