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Book Blitz: Frequent Flyers Featuring "Unscheduled Departure" by T.M. Franklin @TM_Franklin #Giveaway
Today in the Frequent Flyers Book Blitz, we get a
preview of Unscheduled Departure, by T.M. Franklin.
Rowan Elliott is devastated when her boyfriend, Finn, tells her he's moving across the country to take over the family business, and thrilled when he changes his mind at the last minute and gets off the plane.
But then things get . . . weird. Finn's acting strange, and Ro's getting mysterious phone calls that have her questioning if her boyfriend's really who she thinks he is. As Ro races to figure out what's going on, she discovers it's more complicated than she could have ever imagined.
And if she's not careful, she could lose her Finn forever.
"Ro, I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, pulling to an abrupt stop in the parking lot of my apartment building. "I never left a voicemail. Not today."
I fumbled in my bag for my phone. I was not imagining this. "You did. You called-" I thumbed through my calls and held it up victoriously so he could see. "-at 12:06 p.m. today. See?"
His eyes narrowed at the screen. "That says Private Number."
"Yeah. Yeah, I know. I was going to ask you about that."
"Why do you think that was me?"
I rolled my eyes. "Because you left a voicemail!" My voice grew louder, a little screechy, but I couldn't help it.
"Babe, I never left you a voicemail today!" Finn said, aggravation growing in his own tone. He pulled out his own phone and stabbed at it a few times. Finn's familiar ringtone sounded on my phone, his picture popping up on the screen, along with his name.
"See?" he said. "At 12:06 I was driving. I didn't call you. Whoever that Private Number was, it wasn't me." He tapped his phone and the ringtone stopped.
I stared at my phone and rubbed my forehead. My stomach roiled and an ache throbbed behind my eyes. "I don't understand. I heard-"
"Let me listen to the voicemail."
"It...got deleted." I met Finn's unreadable gaze and knew how it sounded. Weird. Crazy. But I had heard him. It was Finn.
Wasn't it?
"I don't know what's happening," I murmured, my hands trembling as I brushed the hair away from my face. "I know what I heard."
"Ro," Finn reached across the car to grab my hand, wrapping it up in both of his. "It's okay."
"But-"
"We'll figure it out," he said, eyes wide and earnest. "I'm right here. We're together and we'll figure it out, I promise." He kissed my finger with a smile. "But after you sleep, okay?"
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I forced a shaky smile. "Yeah. Okay."
"You want me to walk you up?" he asked.
I shook my head. Suddenly, I wanted to be alone. To go to sleep. To not think about all of this for a while. "I'll be fine. I'll call you later?"
"Okay." He leaned across the seat to kiss me. "Sleep well."
I nodded and got out of the car, waving at Finn and only letting my smile fall once he drove away.
I wasn't convinced. I knew what I had heard, and no matter what Finn said, it was him on that voice mail. I wondered if maybe the message was old- one I'd missed. I couldn't imagine how that might have happened, but I wasn't ruling it out just yet.
Because the alternative was one I wasn't quite ready to explore: If it was a new voice mail, and it was Finn who'd left it, that meant he was lying to me.
And I had no idea why.
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T.M. Franklin started out her career writing non-fiction in a television newsroom.
Graduating with a B.A. in Communications specializing in broadcast journalism and production, she worked for nine years as a major market television news producer, and garnered two regional Emmy Awards, before she resigned to be a full-time mom and part-time freelance writer. Her first published novel, the Amazon bestseller, MORE, was born during National Novel Writing month, a challenge to write a novel in thirty days. MORE was well-received, being selected as a finalist in the 2013 Kindle Book Review Best Indie Book Awards, as well as winning the Suspense/Thriller division of the Blogger Book Fair Reader's Choice Awards.
In addition to MORE and its sequels, The Guardians and TWELVE, Franklin penned the Amazon best-selling short stories A Piece of Cake and Window, which also won a Blogger Book Fair Reader's Choice Award for Short Story/Fantasy. Her new YA romance, How to Get Ainsley Bishop to Fall in Love with You, is Franklin's first love story without a paranormal or fantasy element, although she believes love is the best kind of magic.
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Frequent Flyers
Romance flies the friendly skies in this diverse collection of short stories from a talented group of best-selling and up-and-coming authors.
There's something for everyone in this mile-high compilation - from a love story born in a blizzard to a steamy encounter spawned by a series of crazy events. For supernatural fiction fans, how about the tale of an airport that's also a portal to another world… or a scheduled flight that takes a detour into an alternate reality?
From an unexpected trip that reignites a twenty year old flame, to a quirky liaison between a ticketing agent and an adorable doctor, Frequent Flyers takes you on a journey that will touch your heart and leave you flying high!
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Book Blitz: Here With Me (Together #2) by Alla Kar @allakar1 @swoonromance @NereydaG1003 #giveaway
CADE JENKINS grew up on the opposite side of the tracks from his best-friend and his privileged little sister. His dad bailed when he was a kid, and he can't help but still care for his drug-addicted mother. But things are looking up. He's met someone. Too bad she's his best-friend's fresh out of high-school, inexperienced little sister. Awkward!
Just when it looks like things might be changing for the better, Jaden finds herself battling severe depression and a broken heart when her high school bully targets her once again. Cade, who'd love to pick up the pieces and make her whole, must fight his own demons and family trouble.
If only they didn't find themselves falling irrevocably in love.
I follow him up the three flights of stairs to the fourth floor. There is music vibrating from the other side.
Dad raps his knuckles roughly against the door.
He knocks louder, grumbling underneath his breath. His arm flies up, and he glances at his watch. He's sweating in his damn suit. Only my dad would wear a suit to help his daughter move. Not that we have to actually do any moving.
Dad pulls out his cell. I figure he's calling Adam, but it goes straight to voicemail. "Damn it," he grumbles before pounding his fist against the door. "Open the door, Adam!" he yells.
I play with a dark curl hanging against my shoulder and bite my lip to keep from laughing. A bead of sweat drops from Dad's upper lip. Then the door swings open and my eyes snap upward.
Holy Shit.
My. God.
A shiver shoots down my spine as I drink in everything that's standing in front of me. He has dark brown hair that's standing up like a woman has recently been raking her hands through it. My eyes drag down his body over each lean, long muscle. Tattoos cover his torso, from a long, tribal tattoo to something peeking out of his low-rise sweats, to a cluster of them along his other arm. Jesus Christ.
Something settles in my lower stomach, and I squeeze my thighs together to keep the heat in. Is this a dream? Are we at the right apartment? We have to have the wrong apartment. I glance at the door.
306.
Nope, right apartment.
Dad makes a disgusted snort and waves his hand in front of him. It isn't long before I smell why. Either a skunk died in their apartment or they're smoking weed.
"I'm looking for Adam."
My eyes settle on his dimples-of course, he has dimples-and then move with him as he rests against the doorframe.
"Adam Baker?" he asks. His voice sends another roll of lava under my skin while my toes curl in my Dolce & Gabbana suede, knee-high boots. Damn.
Dad's teeth grind together. "Yes, my son. Is he here?"
Pursing his thick, pink lips, he strokes the scruff on his jaw with a long finger. Dad seems uneasy. "Adam. Hmm, Adam."
His gaze drifts over to me for the first time, and my sex clenches. Lifting a brow, he rakes his eyes from my hair to my toes. I squeeze my already curled feet into my shoes. What. The. Hell?
Dad snaps his fingers in front of his face, and he drops his
"I'm-taking-all-your-clothes-off-in-my-head-right-now" look. "Is Adam here?"
He smiles-God, he smiles-and I bite my tongue. He's making fun of my dad, and I can't help but grin. "Yeah, he's in the living room."
Dad pushes his way in. I wait in the hall unsure of what to do and fighting the urge to drink him in again. When I do look his left hand is wrapped around the top of the doorframe, and he leans toward me. His dark eyes penetrate me, and I'm trying not to lap like a dog from the heat of it.
"You can come in. I won't bite you, Princess," he whispers before his tongue darts out of the side of his mouth. "But no promises about licking."