Monday, April 28, 2014

Blog Tour - Love Lost by Maria DeSouza




Love can come into your life in an instant, and leave just as quickly....

Jason Straiz is a New York detective working on a case to bring down a major crime lord. He keeps his life simple. Work. Family. Friends. Until he meets Selene.

Selene is a lawyer on a mission. Her goal is to bring down the monster that has been terrorizing her for years. When she meets Jason, the attraction is intense. When Jason comes to her aide after tragedy strikes, he becomes a target.

When her case and their relationship collide, will her secrets destroy a future they could have together? Can he handle the truth about her?

Can love truly conquer all or is there a limit?


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The following is a character interview.  It is between the author (ME!!!) and my three main characters:  Jason Straiz, Selene Mendez, and Lucio Cardoso.   Enjoy.



I finish putting the last bowl on the patio table when I hear a tapping noise behind me.  I turn to see what it was as Jason opens the glass patio doors and walks up to greet me with a bear hug, picking me up in the process.    As he sets me back down, he looks over at the table.   
Jason: “Are we having company?”  
I raise my eyebrows.  
Maria: “You know we are.”  
Pointing toward a chair, Jason sits down as I find my seat next to him.  He looks relaxed in jeans and a t-shirt.  I noticed he hadn’t shaved and was sporting a bit of face scruff.  I leaned over and rubbed his beard.
M: “What’s the deal with this?”
He laughs.  
J: “I’m trying something new.  I take it you’re not a fan?”
M: “Hell no.”   
Jason reaches for a beer and hands me a Mountain Dew.   
J: “So what’s this interview we have to do?”
Grabbing my notebook and pen, I set them on the table in front of me.  
M: “I’m going to ask you some questions so everyone can get to know you better.”
He leans back and stares at me, making me forget why I was there.
M: “OK.  How do you feel about Love Lost and your story being told?”
J: “Well, I don’t think that anyone could have done it as well as you did.”  
A blush creeps up my cheeks at the compliment.  
J: “I think that it’s kinda cool that someone wants to read about me.”
M: “Do you see yourself as the hero type?”
J: “Oh God no!  I’m just a guy who does my job.  There are plenty of officers out there doing their job and taking down bad guys.   The officers and soldiers that don’t come home, those are the heroes in this world.”
M: “Your biggest accomplishment?”  
Jason smiles and I know what he is thinking right away.
M: “No spoilers, Jay.”  
J:  “Even if it is my greatest accomplishment?”
M: “Fine, we’ll skip that question.  Describe Selene and what she means to you.”
He looks distant all of a sudden.
J: “She’s my world.  Selene’s the love of my life.”
 M: “Can you picture yourself with anyone else?”
 Jason leans in, deep in thought.
 M: “Did I stump you?”
  J: “No.  I don’t want to be with anyone else except for Selene. I just don’t know what the future brings.  I would like to spend the rest of my life with her.  I guess it depends on what you decide to write for us.”
 M: “I guess you’re going to have to wait and see.”
 His phone chirps and Jason excuses himself to answer it.  After a few minutes, he hangs up and I see the familiar look on his face.
 M: “Duty calls, huh?”
  J: “Story of my life, right?”
 Jason hugs me before he leaves, leaving me to wonder on his relationship with Selene and where it will lead.  My phone rings and the caller id shows that it is Lucio.  I almost let it go to voicemail when I realize that I need to interview him.   So reluctantly, I hit the accept button.
 M: “Can I help you?” 
 Lucio: “Yes, you can, Ms. DeSouza.”
 M:  “It’s Mrs actually.  Where are you?”
 L:  “I’m outside waiting in the car.  Would you mind taking a drive with me?”
 I cringe at the thought of being in the car alone with him.  
 M:  Whatever. I’ll be right out.
 I head outside through side entrance, where a long limo is parked in front of the house.  Lucio is leaning against the extravagant vehicle as I walk toward him.  He is in a designer suit and as much as I hated to admit it, he looks good.  The driver opens the door and I climb inside with Lucio close behind me.  He grabs two glasses and offers me a drink.
 M:  “No thank you.  Let’s get down to business, shall we?”
 L:  “A woman who knows what she wants.  Not something I am used to.”
 M:  “You’ll get over it, I’m sure.”
  Lucio inches closer to me as I open my notebook.  Pulling my hair to the side, he whispers in my ear.
 L:  “I can always teach you how to be obedient.”
  Turning to face him, I smile.
 M:  “So can I.  It’s called shoving a hot curling iron up your-”
 L:  “OK.  Truce.  Ask your questions.”
 M:  “Why do you feel that Selene belongs to you?”
 L:  “I knew I wanted her from the moment I saw her and she felt the same way.  I just need to remind her of that.”
 M:  “That sounds like a threat.”
 L:  “It’s not a threat.  It’s a promise.”
  I roll my eyes and continue.
 M:  “Do you consider yourself a villain or just misunderstood?”
 L:  “Definitely a villain.  There is no misunderstanding with me.  I will kill.  I will torture.  I will do what I need to do in order to get what I want.  Good guys are boring.”
 M:  “But they usually win at the end.  They also get the girl.”
  Lucio’s jaw twitches at my words.  I was provoking him and a part of me wondered what he would do if I continued to push him.
 L:  “Not always, Mrs. DeSouza.”
 M:  “We’ll see.  What is your biggest flaw?”
 L:  “I have none.  You made me perfect, remember?”
 M:  “Vanity, check.  Any regrets?”
 L:  “Not killing a certain detective when I had the chance.”
 M:  “I’m sure he feels the same way.”
 L:  “So quick to defend your detective.  He is not as perfect as you may think.”
 M:  “I never claimed he was perfect, but he has one thing that you don’t.”
 L:  “And that is?”
 M:  “Character.  Oh, and Selene’s love.”
  Lucio leans in and tries to grab me before rethinking his actions.  He sat back and put on his sunglasses.
 L:  “I’m done with this interview.”  
  He signals for the driver to drive me home.
 M:  “I’m crushed.”
 L:  “We could always go back to my place and continue this interview there.”
 M:  “Do you have a curling iron?”
 He narrows his eyes and the limo comes to a stop.
 L:  “This was…delightful.  We should do it again.  Soon.”
 M:  “Sure.  Wait for my call.”
 I practically fly out of the car before Lucio has a chance to respond.  I shake off the bad vibes and walk back into the backyard.  My guests had arrived and my husband along with his good friend, Kevin are manning the grill.  I start to walk toward them when I hear my name being called.  I look toward the glass doors and Selene is standing there.  A long sundress hugged her curvy figure, leaving me to plan the start yet another diet.  We hug each other and I walk inside to shut out the noise. 
M:  “I’m happy you made it.  Did you have a hard time finding parking?”
S:  “I’m used to valet or off street parking, so this was a change.”  
M: “So, tell me.  How are you and Jason?”
She laces her hands together and bites her lip.
S:  “We are working through it.”  
M:  “I’m glad.  Describe Jason in one word.”
S: “One word?  Perfect.  Loyal.  Sexy.”
M:  “TMI, Selene.”
We both laugh and she watches the kids playing outside.
S:  “He’s a great guy and I’m lucky to have him.”
M: “Describe Lucio.”
S:  “Maniac, Monster, Dire need of a strait jacket.”
M:  “Yes he does.  What is your biggest accomplishment?”
S:  “Spilling coffee on a detective.”
I laugh remembering how they met. 
M:  “Any regrets?”
S:  “Not telling Daphne everything.”
M:  “It might not have made a difference, Selene.”
S:  “Maybe it wouldn’t but I’ll guess we’ll never know.”
M:  “What do you think about people asking to read Love Lost?”
S:  “It’s so surreal.  I hope they will enjoy the love story between Jason and I.”
Jason comes in and Selene runs to hug him.  They kiss and I walk back outside to give them their privacy.  As I enjoy the time with my family and friends, I think about Love Lost and the journey that Jason and Selene have to endure.  

If you want to know more, pick up your copy of Love Lost.   You didn’t think I would give any spoilers, did ya?





About the Author:

Maria DeSouza is a 32 year old New Jersey native with a love for writing. She has two children, who are her life, and family that makes her want to scream at times, but still loves them. She started her affair with reading and writing at a very young age. She loves where books take her, and always wished for the day when she would meet her very own dream boat. She grew up on Stephen King, Nora Roberts, and anything her library would let her borrow. She would always grab a notebook and start writing about the books she read about because she wanted the story to continue. She never took it seriously until a friend a few years ago told her that she needed to publish her work after she wrote down a short story. The words stuck with her and she was constantly asked, “Did you write more? Are you done?” A back injury put her writing on hold for almost 2 yrs and last year, she found the short story and started reading. Then, she started writing and adding to it. That little dream turned story turned into her debut novel, Love Lost.


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Monday, April 21, 2014

Blog Tour - I Loved That About Her by C.R. Everett




I LOVED THAT ABOUT HER by C.R. Everett – SYNOPSIS

In Love, Carry My Bags, we felt Camryn Johnson’s joy and pain during her heartwrenching and heartwarming journey through life’s circumstances, poor choices, and difficult lessons. Through her relationships with both Glenn and Reese, she became the person she wanted and needed to be.
Now it’s Glenn’s turn.
Glenn, who feels chronically misunderstood, shares his side of the story in the stand-alone novelI Loved That About Her, revealing his own inner struggles and showing what it’s like to live at the mercy of forces beyond conscious control. These forces take him and his family to the edge when college arch nemesis, Raine Babcock, wreaks havoc on their lives. Glenn shows us that all is not necessarily what it seems, even to himself.
Walking a mile in his shoes, may change hearts and minds about the bad boy from Love, Carry My Bags that readers loved to hate.
Recommended for mature audiences 17+ for language and sexual situations.




EXCERPT 
So I found out this girl’s name was Camryn. I helped her carry a stack of boxes up to her apartment and stood there looking around until she told me where to stick it. Well, she didn’t exactly tell me where to “stick it.” That would be rude, and she seemed like a nice girl. She kindly told me where to put them. Sometimes I know what I want to say in my head, but the words come out wrong. It’s not until I hear what comes out of my mouth that I realize my eloquence has failed me, and sometimes that eloquence-detection system fails too, leaving me and everyone else frustrated five ways from Thursday. Goes along with the territory.

Camryn had nothing, not even a bed, only a mattress to sleep on. Funny thing was, she didn’t even seem upset about it. She actually seemed happy. I invited her to an icebreaker event at the school, told her I’d pick her up after I did a few things, but I got there late and when I knocked on her door no one answered. I decided to go without her, after all, no sense sitting around the apartment alone. Then when I walked into Kitty Hawk I saw her talking to some guy, Raine, I think his name was. I immediately didn’t like him just because he was talking to Camryn, so I walked right up to them and put my arm around her shoulder, “Sorry, I got hung up in traffic,” I said even though it was a lie. I’d simply lost track of time. The sun shines on some people and everything goes their way, but I’m not one of them. Me and the “time?” We weren’t friends. I fully intend to show up on schedule, but the rain cloud of lateness pours down on me for inexplicable reasons, and I’m running behind. We have a long, sordid history, and I’ve come up with ways to hog tie that time-bitch. Still, those ways aren’t foolproof. I’m cursed. It’s embarrassing. And I’d never admit it in a million years because it’s truly not my fault and the best way to deal with my curse is to fib. Lie is such a strong word. I explain the unexplainable with reasons people will buy without the blame being on me. I’ve had enough blame too. It sucks.

We played several games at the icebreaker, including lacing arms together while back to back. We then had to sit down on the floor and get back up, each of us standing on our own two feet again, arms intertwined the whole time. Falling down was the easy part. We pressed against each other, trying to be careful at first, but three-quarters of the way down, Camryn’s legs gave out and my weight landed us on our asses in an unceremonious plop.

“That kinda hurt,” she said, but she was laughing, so it was fine. Getting back up was more of a challenge. She leaned her back into mine, trying to get up, but not getting anywhere, obviously, without my help. I leaned into her, but ended up pushing her back down with my weight, so she pushed harder and I backed off until we found some sort of balance and stood back up, leaning on each other the whole time. It felt like a huge accomplishment.

“That was hard,” she said. She looked worn out from all the pushing and pulling between us. I felt exhilarated, having reached our goal together. I got the feeling I’d like to reach goal after goal with Camryn if it meant I’d get to touch her more often.

Our last icebreaker was a staring contest. Raine stood right next to Camryn, and Camryn stood across from me as my partner. Some homely chick stood next to me, giving me the heebie jeebies. Thankfully, she was the one staring into Raine’s eyes and not mine.

“Ready, set, go,” the event coordinator instructed. I was hell-bent on bringing Camryn down, having her blinking in no time, outlasting her. But when her gaze fell into mine, it felt as if she peered into my soul, which caught me off guard because I’d never had that feeling with anyone. I was shaken and taken at the same time. I had to look away.

“You’re determined,” I said to Camryn, making it seem like just a game, covering up my unexpected feelings. “Congratulations.” She smiled back at me, seeming satisfied with her victory. Raine had taken his partner down, but in his case, his gaze seemed cold, at least to me, but when we left for the evening, he turned on the charm for Camryn and asked for her number.

“Maybe later,” she told him. Was she playing hard to get? My job was to make sure later never came. I made sure I got to her first.



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C.R. Everett was born in Northern Illinois and has lived in various places over the years, currently residing in Utah. For twenty years she worked in finance, but today devotes her time to writing. She lives with her husband, two kids, Shiba Inu, and cat. When not writing, she updates her website, connects with her readers, does the mom thing, or cleans up after unruly pets. In her free time she enjoys reading, usually at the gym while on a treadmill, baking, taking walks, enjoying nature, and going to Starbucks. Mocha is her favorite.



Love, Carry My Bags 

Amazon Link UShttp://www.amazon.com/dp/B009SZYJ3W


LOVE, CARRY MY BAGS – SYNOPSIS
Camryn Johnson’s world is turned upside down when long lost love, Reese Dahlgren, re-enters her life at a pivotal point in her already challenging marriage. She faces an excruciating predicament: choose between a broken home for her daughter or a broken life for herself.
After her parents' divorce, Camryn first meets high school basketball star, Reese, at the Harvard Milk Day Festival bed races. Reese hides baggage of his own…until Camryn melts his heart and learns secrets entrusted only to her. Still, the weight is too much to bear. Unable to cope, Reese unwittingly backs Camryn into a corner during his air force enlistment—love him from afar, or leave him.
Enter aerospace engineering student, Glenn Conroy. Persistent and savvy, he woos Camryn during her junior year of college and wins her heart. Or does he? When Reese re-enters her life, further disrupting her tenuous marriage, Camryn turns to best friend, Megan, for advice, but refuses to believe Megan’s suggestion that she’s caught in a “simple” love triangle.
Camryn unveils hidden mysteries and secrets as she embarks on a life-changing journey of revelation and forgiveness, transcending doormat qualities inherited from her mother, and in the process finds what life's struggles are really all about.

C.R. Everett's heart-wrenching debut novel takes the reader on an emotion-packed journey that lingers long after the last page is turned.

LOVE, CARRY MY BAGS – EXCERPT
Reese’s dad was putzing around the kitchen when we walked in. “Oh, you’re staying too,” he said, my duffel prodding his memory. “You can put your stuff in Helen’s room. Since she’s not using it anymore, you may as well.”
“Hey.” Reese greeted his father.
“If you want something to eat, you’ll have to fix it the old fashioned way.” Mr. Dahlgren stirred leftover spaghetti heating on the stove. “Your mother made sure I’d be living in the dark ages when she absconded with the microwave . . . . At least she left the television.” Reese and I exchanged uneasy glances.
“Well, that’s a good thing because you and Reese would be bored watching the microwave together while I do my homework,” I said, grasping for the bright side. “Reese, would you show me upstairs?” I asked, conveniently escaping the awkward moment.
He carried our bags up the stairs and placed mine on a low-set king-sized bed in the first room on the left. The room reminded me of my grandmother’s house with dimly lit gabled walls and a faint odor of must, the vintage green bedspread, a ‘50s remnant. “Your parents didn’t sleep together?” I asked, surprised. It hadn’t occurred to me that married people might not sleep together. Well, there were the Samuelson’s I’d heard of, but they were in their nineties and had health issues which made a shared bed logistically impractical.
“They haven’t shared a room for years,” Reese said, like this was normal—at least in his parents’ household. I stood, focusing through the bed, my head, lost.
“Look,” I said with reluctance, “I’ve got some homework that’s due tomorrow. Why don’t you go downstairs and spend some time with your dad?” Reese’s eyes told me he knew it was the right thing to do even though he’d rather not.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he reiterated, giving me a parting kiss then closed the door behind him. I flopped on the bed, opened Accounting II.
Twenty T-squares later, Reese knocked on the door.
“I brought you some water.”  He set the glass on the bedside table then sat down next to me. “How’s it going?”
“I’m almost done.” I took a sip of water. “Thanks.”
“Good, I could use some company down there. Dad keeps bringing up sore subjects, between channel surfing. ‘Have you spoke to your mother?’ ‘Why did she leave?’ ‘The grass isn’t greener . . . it’s damn brown for me.’ ‘Why don’t you do something worthwhile with your life?’ Stuff like that.” I put my accounting text down and climbed onto Reese’s lap. I wanted to make all his bad disappear.




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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Cover Reveal - Stripped From You by Marissa Carmel




Title: Stripped From You (Prequel to Strip Me Bare)
Author: Marissa Carmel  
Genre: New Adult  
Release Date: June 1, 2014

*Author Note- Stripped From You can be read as a stand-alone novel, but the author suggests reading Strip Me Bare first. 


You know how it ends, now see how it all began… 

"It doesn't matter how many women touch this body, only one woman has ever touched this soul."
 Ryan Pierce doesn’t come from much, doesn’t ask for much, and doesn’t expect much. And he's come to accept that, until, Alana Remington. Alana is the girl who struck the match that lit his world on fire. She's the girl who opened his eyes to more. Who made him believe that just because you have nothing, doesn't mean you are nothing. And he loves her fiercely for it. But, just because you come together, doesn’t mean you stay together. One fateful decision rips Ryan and Alana apart and neither of them are ever the same again. 

For five years he's regretted that decision, but the deep seeded anger, shame and resentment has kept him from reaching out. And over those five years, a series of moments have spun Ryan's world in a direction he never saw coming. A world ruled by endless nights, infinite women and the name Jack the Stripper. A world, unbeknownst to him, that may just let two severed hearts collide. 


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Excerpt

“Do you trust me?”
“Of course not, I just met you.” 
“Then how about giving me the benefit of the doubt?” 
She raises an eyebrow at me, and before I give her a chance to respond I slam the shot then pull her face to mine. And as my mouth covers hers, heat rapidly spreads through my body. She’s momentarily stunned. Her body is rigid against me, but then she relaxes, parts her lips and lets the tart liquid slide into her mouth. 
I can’t believe I just did that. 
I can’t believe she just let me.
After she swallows, she lets her lips linger, sucking up the taste of the sweet shot, causing my nervous system to shift into hyper-drive. We break apart slowly, but I refuse to let go of the nape of her neck. She just stares up at me with these enthralling eyes I know I’ll never be able to resist. 
“Do you always break the rules?” she asks.
“No, not usually, but you seem to make me want to do crazy things.” 
“Was that crazy?” 
“Let’s do it again and find out.” 
I lick my lower lip, tasting the sweet remnants of her lip gloss before I drop another shot. I pause for just a beat before lean down and press my mouth back to hers and let the alcohol flow between us. I flick my tongue against her teeth right before I pull away. I shouldn’t like this so much, but I do. I like the way she looks, the way she feels, they way she smells. There’s something about her, something ventilating; like she oxygenates the atmosphere. 
I catch the cool beats to a song I recognize pumping though the air. “Do you want to dance?” I ask her. 
“You can dance?” 
“There’s only one thing I can do better.” I smirk. 
Alana cocks her eye brow suggestively. 
“Draw.” I fire back. “The only thing I can do better is draw. Dirty girl.” I tease as I grab her hand and lead her out to the dance floor knowing Mac will look after our drinks. 
Once we find a comfortable spot, I start to move to the smooth rhythm, leaving a little room between us so it doesn’t feel like I’m forcing myself on her. Drake sings coolly about hot love and affection as we move in sync to the beat, our bodies brushing and grazing as the music plays on, then finally coming together in a comfortable unison. I wrap one hand around her waist as I roll my hips into hers, pressing our bodies as close as they can possibly get. Alana runs her hands up my chest and hooks her arms lightly around my neck keeping tempo with the music. She moves lithely against me, inducing my heart, thoughts, and pulse to race. Fuck, I’m drowning in want for this girl. I slide my hands up under her shirt and caress the smooth, soft skin of her lower back as she nuzzles her face into my neck, her warm breath skating across my collarbone, making me instantly hard. 
Damn. 
She lifts her head and meets my stare, which I know is filled with lust and unrepentantly wanton. She bites her lower lip, our bodies still jiving to the slow seductive music. In a brazen move, I slip my hand up the back of her bare thigh and cup her ass cheek under the hem of her short shorts. She gasps as I work my fingers against her, massaging the fleshy part of her bottom. I’m absolutely aching being this close to her, touching her, stroking her, grinding against her. 
“Are you sure drawing is the only thing you can do better?” she pants in my ear. 








About the Author:

Marissa Carmel has loved writing ever since a young age. She has a duel degree in History and Political Science, but took as many creative writing classes in college as she could. She spent most of her twenties bartending, which is where she met her husband and a multitude of interesting people. When she’s not reading or writing, she’s hanging out with her family, experimenting in her kitchen or doing yoga on the living room floor.

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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Release Day Blitz - I Loved That About Her by C.R. Everett




I LOVED THAT ABOUT HER by C.R. Everett – SYNOPSIS

In Love, Carry My Bags, we felt Camryn Johnson’s joy and pain during her heartwrenching and heartwarming journey through life’s circumstances, poor choices, and difficult lessons. Through her relationships with both Glenn and Reese, she became the person she wanted and needed to be.
Now it’s Glenn’s turn.
Glenn, who feels chronically misunderstood, shares his side of the story in the stand-alone novelI Loved That About Her, revealing his own inner struggles and showing what it’s like to live at the mercy of forces beyond conscious control. These forces take him and his family to the edge when college arch nemesis, Raine Babcock, wreaks havoc on their lives. Glenn shows us that all is not necessarily what it seems, even to himself.
Walking a mile in his shoes, may change hearts and minds about the bad boy from Love, Carry My Bags that readers loved to hate.
Recommended for mature audiences 17+ for language and sexual situations.



EXCERPT 
My job ticked along way better than expected. Once I was on the inside, had my clearance, and put my naturally excessive curiosity to work, doors opened. And I opened them.
I popped my head into the lab walking back to my desk after an aircraft inspection. “Any little green men in here?” I asked.
“Glenn,” my boss, who happened to be in the room, said. “I was just talking about you.”
“Yep, my ears were burning. That’s why I stopped by. Whatcha need?” I asked.
My boss looked like he didn’t know quite what to make of me, but overlooked any reservations he may have had, just like anyone else who saw my potential and took a chance on me had. For those folks, I was grateful. A flashback to my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Emerson, came to mind. She was the only one who took the time after class to sit down with me and re-explain each day’s lesson, because sitting there in a room full of quiet kids, listening, drove me ape shit. Instead of listening, I fidgeted in my chair wondering what was for lunch, sometimes getting out of my chair for a better view out the window, especially when a plane flew overhead. Mrs. Emerson was nice. “I have one just like you at home,” she said. I’m not sure what she meant, but at the time, I was thinking “nice little boy.” During our one-on-one’s, she’d speak to me like I mattered and never criticized me for not being like all the other kids who could sit in their chairs, listen, and understand, going off to do their homework by themselves after class. We did my homework together, and she gave me M&Ms after each problem I did right. Once I figured that out, I aced almost everything because there was a good reason to do the work. M&Ms right away, not some dumb letter grade handed back on a page three days later. When she explained to my folks that I knew the material, they laid into me about why I couldn’t do it at home in my room, but they clearly didn’t understand the power of M&Ms . . . or one-on-one.
“Conroy,” my boss said, “we need you in Seattle. You’re the first guy I thought of when this assignment came up—right up your alley.”
I was intrigued. My ears perked up when the words “need you” hit the air. Plus the fact that he thought of me, and “right up your alley” sounded phenom. Having gotten my attention, I listened intently as boss man outlined the particulars of the job, throwing in words like “top secret” and “special clearances” and “national security.” I was all over it and would have accepted right then and there if I didn’t need to consider Camryn.
“We need you ASAP,” he said.
“Let me talk it over with my wife,” I said, somehow managing to stifle my excitement. I hoped she’d like the idea too.



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ABOUT THE AUTHOR


C.R. Everett was born in Northern Illinois and has lived in various places over the years, currently residing in Utah. For twenty years she worked in finance, but today devotes her time to writing. She lives with her husband, two kids, Shiba Inu, and cat. When not writing, she updates her website, connects with her readers, does the mom thing, or cleans up after unruly pets. In her free time she enjoys reading, usually at the gym while on a treadmill, baking, taking walks, enjoying nature, and going to Starbucks. Mocha is her favorite.



Love, Carry My Bags Amazon Link UShttp://www.amazon.com/dp/B009SZYJ3W

LOVE, CARRY MY BAGS – SYNOPSIS
Camryn Johnson’s world is turned upside down when long lost love, Reese Dahlgren, re-enters her life at a pivotal point in her already challenging marriage. She faces an excruciating predicament: choose between a broken home for her daughter or a broken life for herself.
After her parents' divorce, Camryn first meets high school basketball star, Reese, at the Harvard Milk Day Festival bed races. Reese hides baggage of his own…until Camryn melts his heart and learns secrets entrusted only to her. Still, the weight is too much to bear. Unable to cope, Reese unwittingly backs Camryn into a corner during his air force enlistment—love him from afar, or leave him.
Enter aerospace engineering student, Glenn Conroy. Persistent and savvy, he woos Camryn during her junior year of college and wins her heart. Or does he? When Reese re-enters her life, further disrupting her tenuous marriage, Camryn turns to best friend, Megan, for advice, but refuses to believe Megan’s suggestion that she’s caught in a “simple” love triangle.
Camryn unveils hidden mysteries and secrets as she embarks on a life-changing journey of revelation and forgiveness, transcending doormat qualities inherited from her mother, and in the process finds what life's struggles are really all about.

C.R. Everett's heart-wrenching debut novel takes the reader on an emotion-packed journey that lingers long after the last page is turned.



LOVE, CARRY MY BAGS – EXCERPT
Reese’s dad was putzing around the kitchen when we walked in. “Oh, you’re staying too,” he said, my duffel prodding his memory. “You can put your stuff in Helen’s room. Since she’s not using it anymore, you may as well.”
“Hey.” Reese greeted his father.
“If you want something to eat, you’ll have to fix it the old fashioned way.” Mr. Dahlgren stirred leftover spaghetti heating on the stove. “Your mother made sure I’d be living in the dark ages when she absconded with the microwave . . . . At least she left the television.” Reese and I exchanged uneasy glances.
“Well, that’s a good thing because you and Reese would be bored watching the microwave together while I do my homework,” I said, grasping for the bright side. “Reese, would you show me upstairs?” I asked, conveniently escaping the awkward moment.
He carried our bags up the stairs and placed mine on a low-set king-sized bed in the first room on the left. The room reminded me of my grandmother’s house with dimly lit gabled walls and a faint odor of must, the vintage green bedspread, a ‘50s remnant. “Your parents didn’t sleep together?” I asked, surprised. It hadn’t occurred to me that married people might not sleep together. Well, there were the Samuelson’s I’d heard of, but they were in their nineties and had health issues which made a shared bed logistically impractical.
“They haven’t shared a room for years,” Reese said, like this was normal—at least in his parents’ household. I stood, focusing through the bed, my head, lost.
“Look,” I said with reluctance, “I’ve got some homework that’s due tomorrow. Why don’t you go downstairs and spend some time with your dad?” Reese’s eyes told me he knew it was the right thing to do even though he’d rather not.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he reiterated, giving me a parting kiss then closed the door behind him. I flopped on the bed, opened Accounting II.
Twenty T-squares later, Reese knocked on the door.
“I brought you some water.”  He set the glass on the bedside table then sat down next to me. “How’s it going?”
“I’m almost done.” I took a sip of water. “Thanks.”
“Good, I could use some company down there. Dad keeps bringing up sore subjects, between channel surfing. ‘Have you spoke to your mother?’ ‘Why did she leave?’ ‘The grass isn’t greener . . . it’s damn brown for me.’ ‘Why don’t you do something worthwhile with your life?’ Stuff like that.” I put my accounting text down and climbed onto Reese’s lap. I wanted to make all his bad disappear.