- Blog Tour: Off The Record by Sawyer Bennett
- Cover Reveal: Three of Diamonds by W. Ferraro
- Cover Reveal: Present Perfect by Alison G. Bailey
Linc invites Ever to interview him on the balcony and both quickly figure out that they have major chemistry. The trick is going be Linc melting Ever's ice queen heart and getting her to take a chance. The interview goes amazingly awesome and Linc believes that he has made a positive imprint on Ever's opinion of him. Now this is where the book gets tricky, without giving away spoilers... let's just say there were some misunderstandings after the interview that gave Ever the opinion that Linc was the head man whore. She goes home and rips him a new one in her opinion piece article. The article is published, Linc gets pissed off, goes to her editor and demands an apology retraction. Ever thinks that is the end of it... but no way... Linc is too pissed and wants not only the readers to have a different opinion of him, but Ever as well! Linc is nothing like what she wrote him to be. He is a giving, family oriented softy actually that visits sick kids in cancer centers and calls his dad everyday. Add that to the fact that he is a walking orgasm... I was sold!!
Ever is forced to spend 6 weeks with Linc and follow him everywhere so she can document that he is not a man whore and is in fact a great guy. Any other sane woman would gladly volunteer at the opportunity to spend 24/7 with Linc Caldwell... but as discussed earlier... Ever is not any other woman. She views this basically as torture and prays for the 6 weeks to fly by. Linc and Ever realize they have more in common than just hot chemistry and Ever begins to wonder if she misjudged him and wrote a haste article over her own self issues with men. Ever begins to learn a lot about herself via Linc and it was that relationship and closeness that I was begging for these two characters to find solace in each other!
Linc is one of the hottest book crushes I have read in a while!! I could not put this book down and had to bookmark at one point to take my kids somewhere and I found myself wishing they were 16 and could drive themselves! I literally devoured this book and found myself so engrossed in the story that I knew I had to finish. Sawyer Bennett does an amazing job at creating endearing characters that grabbed the readers' hearts and soul!! I love how she always includes some life lesson in her writing like wounded vet, class bias, typical stereotyping, or mental health. Off the Record is 5 stars on the knock my socks off scale.... however if I could give it 100.. I totally would!! MUST READ!!!
Sawyer Bennett is the pen name for a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. She is married to a mobster (well, a market researcher) and they have two big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn't have many weakness but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.
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SYNOPSIS: Present Perfect by Alison G. Bailey Journal Entry:
This invisible force occupies every sphere of my brain and permeates throughout my entire body. There has never been a time in my life that it didn’t hold me hostage. By the time I was able to fuse coherent thoughts together it was too late and I didn’t know where the exit was to escape. If I could see it, touch it, reason with it, maybe I would have a chance to survive it. Instead I only feel it and hear it. It’s message is a constant in my life. Where did it come from? Why did it pick me? I had love and encouragement, but somehow it still found me. It seeped into my life so slowly I never saw it before it consumed me. And that my friends is fucked up thinking.
Amanda Kelly spent her entire life trying to control every aspect of it, while striving for perfection. Her obsession with being perfect, along with her feelings of worthlessness, consumed her. The one thing she thought was perfect in her life was the bond she shared with her best friend, Noah.
Her life begins to unravel. Events take over and force her to let go of her dreams and desires. She needs to realize that a person cannot control the events in their life, only their reaction to them...but will it be too late for her to save her relationship with her best friend? Present Perfect is a story of how past events have present consequences and how perfect your present could be if you stopped fighting and just allowed it to happen.
Excerpt: Subject to editing/final changes Tweet and Noah age 15
We were all sitting around the table eating by the time Noah joined us. He sat in the only empty seat left which happened to be next to me. Dad and Mr. Stewart talked about work while Mom and Mrs. Stewart shared the neighborhood gossip. I was trying to recover from the intense moment in my room earlier. I would have been able to do that if Noah hadn’t been sitting right next to me. That was bad enough, but he kept finding subtle ways of touching me. What happened in my room was a mistake, even though it didn’t go very far, it went far enough. I had to be strong and put a stop to things happening between us. Noah put his arm around the back of my chair and reached across me for some bread, which brought his face so close to mine his lips were almost touching my cheek. Keeping my voice low, I said, “I know what you’re doing.” “I do too, I really like garlic bread.” “I could have passed it to you if you had asked.” “Yeah, I know, but my way I get to look down your dress.” My eyes shot immediately to his. ”Oh, by the way, your bra selection tonight…Excellent.” I slapped my hand to my chest trying to close the gap he had been peering down. “Please tell me your panties match,” he said, and then leaned back slightly, glancing down. When I looked at him, I was met with a wink and a smirk before he went back to eating. “Noah, congratulations,” my dad said. Just then I felt a hand on my knee and fingers creeping under the hem of my dress. My breath hitched and my eyes darted over to Noah. I’d be completely pissed at him if his hand didn’t feel so incredible on my naked leg. “Thank you, sir.” How he could remain so calm, cool, and collected in front of our parents while his hand rubbed over my knee was beyond me. “It’s pretty rare that a sophomore gets asked to join the varsity team. We’re proud of you.” My dad always thought of Noah like a son. “His mom and I are extremely proud of him. He’s a chip off the old block,” Mr. Stewart added. The dads laughed as if the comment was hilarious. Noah smiled at his dad while his hand began to move up my thigh. I slapped it away and inadvertently hit the table, causing it to shake. “Amanda, are you okay?” Mom asked. ‘Yes. I’m fine.” Noah snorted as he tried to contain a laugh. “I was swatting a fly away.” My mom looked at me, slightly annoyed, but maintained her cheery voice, and said, “That’s ridiculous. We don’t have flies in this house.” “My bad,” I said. Noah’s hand landed back on my knee. He squeezed slightly, causing a loud gasp to escape me. All four parental heads turned to look in my direction. “Um… Mom would you please pass me the…um…” Noah touching was relentless. He would squeeze my knee then rub the inside of my thigh. It was impossible for me to think or form a coherent sentence. “The stuff in the bottle, that you…um…pour on…um…lettuce?” My pitch grew higher and higher with each word. “You mean salad dressing?” Mom said, sarcasm flowing from her words like a torrential rain. I nodded. “You already have some on your salad.” “I need more. Please give me more.” She looked at me like I didn’t belong to her before passing me the dressing. “How’s Emily?” Mrs. Stewart asked while I doused my salad. A prideful smile appeared across my mom’s face. “She’s wonderful. She’s loving college.” “That’s fantastic,” Mrs. Stewart said. “In fact, she joined the debate team. She’s an extremely articulate young woman.” Mom glanced over at me. If she had any idea what was taking place under her dinner table, she might cut me some slack. I was so out of sorts, I dropped my fork just before loading it up with salad. “I’ll get it, Tweet.” Noah’s hand disappeared from my leg. I took the opportunity to take a drink of water trying to calm down. Noah scooted his chair back and then bent down to grab the fork. “Dead horse!” Dad announced while holding up the empty wine bottle. All of a sudden, I felt a pair of lips on the outer side of my thigh right above my knee. I almost did a full blown spit-take at the exact same time my dad asked, “Are we game for another?” Noah sat back up and I had four sets of eyes staring at me, wondering what had gotten into me. “I’ll go get you another bottle of wine. I’m done eating, anyway,” I said, as I wiped the spray of water from my face. I quickly rose from the table and made my way to the kitchen to put my plate in the sink. Without stopping, I headed to the garage where we had an extra refrigerator that my parents used for their wine collection. Standing in front of the open fridge, I realized I didn’t know if they wanted red or white. I took a bottle of each to be on the safe side. I closed the fridge and turned around coming face-to-face with a grinning Noah. I took a step back. He placed his hands against the fridge on either side of my shoulders, caging me in. He really liked caging me in. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in there with all the touching and the kissing? You kissed my thigh under the table. The family dinner table, for god’s sake.” “I couldn’t resist. You’re mighty tasty.” He waggled his eyebrows and moved in closer. Holy crap on a cracker, tingles were taking over my body. “Leave me alone for the rest of the night.” I tried to sound mad, but even I could hear the smile in my voice. It was hard to be mad at Noah, especially when what he was doing felt so amazing. “Ok. I will.” He dropped his arms and stepped back giving me room to get by. “Thank you.” As I passed him going back toward the door I felt the hem of my dress rise up behind me. I quickly stepped to the side out of his reach. “Dammit, Noah! Stop it! I can’t defend myself with these bottles in my hands.” Holding his hands up in surrender, he said, “I thought you had a speck of something on your dress. I was just trying to help is all.” I narrowed my eyes at him before heading back into the house.
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Alison G. Bailey, Author Alison was born and raised in Charleston, SC. As a child she would create (write) additional scenes to TV shows and movies that she watched. She attended Winthrop University and graduated with a major in Theater. While at school she began writing one act plays which she later produced. Throughout the years she continued writing and producing several one act plays, but then life got in the way and she hung up her pen for a while. At the end of 2012 a very talented author friend convinced Alison to go back to writing and see what happens. So I did and fell back in love with it. Present Perfect will be Alison's first self-published book. A few personal facts, Alison loves anything sweet, especially frosting, and is addicted to Diet Pepsi. Alison's philosophy: Don't let your obstacles define you. At times life can get pretty overwhelming, but with a great support system and a lot of humor you can get through them. If you have humor in your life your spirit stays strong and you can tackle anything.