The next book in the Lovestruck series is now available for Kindle and Nook. This is the third (but not last!) installation of Lizzie and Thomas’s story. If you haven’t read the first book, Lovestruck in London, I’ve put it on sale at $.99 for a limited time. I hope you check them out!
Wanna win free stuff?? I’m giving away a $50 Amazon gift card as part of the Book Blitz for Ransom. I’ve been tweeting the participating blogs on twitter so follow me @Rems330 to see all the places you can enter!
We’re also doing a major giveaway for the Beyond Desire book bundle (which comes out on Monday!) The first prize is a Kindle Fire along with $25 gift card to shop at Amazon. You can find out all the information about the giveaway right here.
If you haven’t pre-ordered Beyond Desire, you can do so here on Amazon or here on iTunes (the bundle will also be available for Nook on Monday). For $.99 you get ten great romance novels by best-selling authors including my book, Escape In You. The bundle will only be available for a limited time so grab yours now!
The cool kids at Xpresso Book Tours are hosting a Book Blitz for me this entire week. Each participating blog will be giving away one free copy of Ransom. You can also enter to win a $50 Amazon gift card! I’ll be retweeting the participating blogs and linking to as many as I can through Facebook, so make sure you’re following me if you want to enter the giveaways!
Here’s a short excerpt from the book!
I wake up, alone in a dark hotel room, my heart racing, scared out of my mind. When I finally figure out where the hell I am, I rub my aching chest. I’m glad I’m not on the bus, glad there’s no one in here to see me like this. I’m pretty sure the wetness I feel on my cheeks is tears, and my brothers would never let me live that down.
Knowing sleep isn’t going to return anytime soon, I climb out of bed and head for the mini bar. I grab a cold beer, even though I could probably use something stronger. You’re too young for a drinking problem. So-called rock star or not.
I take the beer to the small balcony of my room and lean against the railing, looking out over the lights of Memphis. We played a kick-ass show, and I should still be on a high from it. The crowd was amazing. Everything felt right in the world, for a few brief hours. I could forget about the knowledge that I’d traveled halfway across the country without actually seeing any of it. Forget the fact that the tour bus, though more luxurious than our old van, was cramped and starting to make me feel claustrophobic. Forget about how tired I was and how my throat hurt pretty much every day now. When we played like that, when we somehow managed to tap into that almost magical, synched-up, out-of-body place I can’t even describe, I could forget about all the shitty stuff and remember why we were doing this in the first place.
I had felt that tonight, for the first time in weeks, and the sensation had been fantastic. I should have slept like a baby. But here I was again, drinking a beer by myself at three in the morning.
I keep having dreams about her.
Which is pretty fucking ridiculous because I haven’t talked to the girl in about a year. Daisy made it perfectly clear that, for whatever reason, she was done with me—just like that, years of friendship, gone. And I don’t even know what the hell I did.
Okay, so I left, but she always knew that was going to happen. We planned for it, for Christ’s sake. Worked for it. Both of us. She had every bit as much to do with our success as anyone in the band. She was our biggest supporter, our loudest critic. We never performed a song without her hearing it first, never played a gig without her there. She was with us on that first horrible so-called tour, riding around Pennsylvania, Ohio, and Indiana to all those dingy dive bars. She helped us plaster the towns with our flyers and sell our homemade CDs, just waiting for our big chance.
And when it came, when we got the call from Grey Skies that they wanted us to open for them, she was there then, too. She sat at our kitchen table, just like she had a thousand times before, waiting with bated breath for my dad to get off the phone with their manager. When he finally hung up and confirmed that our big break had appeared, she was the first person I grabbed as the kitchen erupted around us. She was happy for me—not the fake kind of happy that you think another person wants to see. She was genuinely, honest-to-God, screaming-her-face-off-while-hugging-me happy.
The only bad thing about those hectic, heady weeks before the tour was leaving her. I wanted to tell her then, the thing I’d always known but been too afraid to say, but I didn’t. I couldn’t imagine saying those three words—finally saying them, out loud, not just in my head where I imagined it constantly—and then leaving. So I held my tongue, and my tears, as I hugged her one last time before heading for the airport.
Maybe I should have said it. Maybe then she wouldn’t have disappeared the way she did. But I had a plan, damn it. I was going to come back, take her to her prom, the way we always talked about, and drop the bomb that I wanted us to be more. The way it played out in my head was that she’d be so happy she’d be willing to leave with me. She would forget about the business school she never really wanted to attend to come on tour with us. I wanted to experience this with her. I wanted to show her the world.
Taking another sip of beer, I wonder—not for the first time—what in the hell I could have done to piss her off so much. She stopped taking my calls about three months after we left for California. By then we’d recorded our album and started to tour as the openers for Grey Skies. I used to call her every night, eager to tell her all about life on the road in a proper tour. We had a lot more free time back then, and I was actually getting a chance to do things in the towns where we stopped. Was that it? Was she jealous?
But that wasn’t like Daisy. I cannot imagine that she would throw away a thirteen-year friendship out of jealousy. It didn’t make any sense. But one day, she didn’t answer when I called. And didn’t respond to my voice mail. Or my increasingly panicked text messages. My emails went unanswered, too.
I tried for weeks to reach her, calling her house, her phone, her dad’s phone. He told me flat out she didn’t want to talk to me, but I still couldn’t accept it. Even when her cell number was disconnected, when my emails started to come back with the message that there was no such address, I didn’t get it. It wasn’t until she finally called me to cancel our prom plans that I realized what she’d been trying to tell me: She didn’t want to have anything to do with me.
I replay those weeks all the time, wondering what I could have done differently. I always come back to the same thing: I should have gone home. I should have told my dad to screw himself and gotten on a plane. They could have managed without me for a few days. Even if they couldn’t, even if it would have jeopardized our chance to open for Grey Skies, I should have done it anyway. Daisy was worth it.
But I didn’t. And now she’s away at college, probably having the time of her life, forgetting all about her old friend. I can see her so clearly, sitting on a green lawn, surrounded by friends, like some fucking commercial, her brown curls blowing in the breeze as she laughs. The image makes my chest ache again. She’s gone, man. Accept it.
I look out over the city again, my beer bottle empty. She is gone, hundreds of miles away, totally out of my reach. And I’m here, alone in the middle of the night, haunted by memories of the only girl I ever loved.
Fred and Ellie’s book is now available on Amazon! You can find it right here. Unfortunately, I’m having some issues with Barnes and Noble. I’ll post the Nook link just as soon as I have it. I would love to hear what you think about the new book!
To celebrate Ellie and Fred, I’m participating in a blog tour for the next two weeks with the first book of the series, Escape In You. At each blog stop you can enter to win an ebook and a $100 gift card at Amazon. That’s a lot of books! You can find all the blog stops right here: Escape In You Blog Tour
Because of the new release and the blog tour, I’m putting Escape in You on sale. For a limited time you can grab the first book in the series for $.99. This is a great time to check out these new books!
Alright, I’m off to my writing cave. I’m currently hard at work on a new Lovestruck book. Hope you’re all doing well!
Ellie and Fred are almost here! You should be able to get your hands on Escape With You (Escape Book 2) tomorrow on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. I’m really excited!
Ellie and Fred were two of my favorite characters in the first Escape book. I knew all along that they needed their own story. I hope you all like it! I’ll post links tomorrow. In the meantime, Here’s the gorgeous cover from Najla Qamber:
It’s been a crazy few weeks! I wanted to post about this last week but I’ve been pretty bogged down with Fred and Ellie. Now that they’re officially with the editor (yay!) I thought I’d take a second to share this awesome news…
I was so excited to release the new Three Girls book and it was really fun to hear how you responded to it. I got tons of feedback and it made me crazy happy to know people care about those characters as much as I do. You’re all awesome!
To celebrate the new book I decided to put the first three books in the series on sale. And that’s when things got really nutty! I was so shocked by the response, I can’t even tell you! At one point my little series was in the top twenty on Amazon and #1 on Barnes and Noble. #1! I never thought I would be #1 anywhere! Even better, on Wednesday of that week I found out that I made the USA Today Bestseller list. What?! That’s just crazy talk! In my wildest dreams I wouldn’t have imagined that something like this would ever happen. USA Today! So Insane!
Now things have started to get back to normal but I’m still living in a little happy bubble :) I wanted to take a minute to thank you all so very much for your support over the past few years. Your comments on this blog, your emails, your interaction on Facebook, your reviews–all of these things make my job so worth doing. I spend so much time chained to my computer by myself and your interaction makes such a difference to me. And if you’ve taken a moment to tell a friend about one of my books, or to tweet a link, or share something on Facebook, or to write a review, or spent your hard-earned money on one of my stories, please know that you’ve helped me live my dreams of being a full-time writer. I honestly couldn’t do any of this without you guys and I am so, so thankful.
I have a full year planned with oddles of stories to share with you in 2014 (more Thomas and Lizzie, more Ellie and Fred, a bunch of brand new stuff–maybe even some more Three Girls!). Stuff like this just makes me want to work even harder to make my books the best they can be for all of you. On that note I’m going to get back to work on the next project :)
Thanks, you guys. Really.