Friday, December 13, 2013

When It's Right Blurb Blitz

Blurb:
Still licking his wounds after a messy breakup, Nate is at loose ends for New Year’s Eve and itching for a wild and crazy adventure to jolt him out of his rut. Now if he could only convince his best friend, Cassie, to break away for an impromptu road trip to Times Square.

Fun as it sounds, Cassie is reluctant to accept Nate’s invitation. Little does he know, she’s made resolutions of her own—resolutions about finally getting over her long-standing crush on him. Telling herself this trip will be the perfect “last hurrah”, she packs her bag.

The trip is a fiasco from the outset. A car that won’t start, a freak storm that strands them on the side of the road, and a long drive with too much time for true confessions. Cassie’s rocks Nate to the core, leaving him wondering if the best thing that ever happened to him has been right in front of him all along.

Warning: Contains two best friends, a secret crush, and a road trip that leads to tow trucks, unexpected hotel-room sharing, epiphanies, sex, and more.



Excerpt:
"When I first met you, I thought… I used to think you were hot. Really, really hot.”

Nate’s breath caught, and his quiet, “Oh?” sounded choked, even to him.

“Yeah. I even…you probably could have called it a crush.”

Jesus Christ. Their whole friendship twisted and changed before his eyes. “You never said anything.”

She laughed low in her throat. “Can you blame me? With all those girls throwing themselves at you…”

She was right. She usually was. Part of what had drawn him to her off the bat was that she hadn’t flirted, hadn’t flattered him or tried to get him to go home with her. Instead, she’d just talked to him. Gotten to know him, and he had gotten to know her, free from the pressures of attraction.

Not that he hadn’t felt it for her, too. In his own way.

“I always thought you were cute,” he admitted.

“Cute?” She said it like it was an insult.

“Hot, but in a different way.”

“If that’s your way of saying I have ‘a great personality’…”

“But you do!” He stopped himself. Made himself take a deep breath and think. “I mean, I know that’s a code word for ugly, but it’s not. You’re attractive because you don’t try. Because you’re just yourself, and it makes you hotter.” The words were falling out of him entirely too quickly, truths he rarely even spoke to himself meeting the air. “You’re smart and fun and nice. And yeah, you’re gorgeous, but that’s not the point. You act like just one of the guys, but you’re not. You’re you.”

He didn’t know how else to say it. And now that he was letting himself think like that, he couldn’t turn it off.


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Author Bio and Links:
Jeanette Grey started out with degrees in physics and painting, which she dutifully applied to stunted careers in teaching, technical support, and advertising. When none of that panned out, she started writing. In her spare time, Jeanette enjoys making pottery, playing board games, and spending time with her husband and her pet frog. She lives, loves, and writes in upstate New York.

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7 comments:

  1. Thanks for hosting! Readers, leave a comment or ask a question to be entered into a drawing for a $25 Amazon GC!

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  2. Just having a quiet and safe evening at home watching the fun on TV.

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    1. Sounds like a nice, peaceful plan to me :)

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  3. Great excerpt, thank you.

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  4. Degrees in physics and painting? That's a quirky combo!
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  5. Jeanette, this sounds like a very fun book. Do you ever think about using your physics background in your stories?
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