Friday, May 15, 2020

Spooning Leads to Forking

Giveaway Alert!

Spooning Leads to Forking by Kilby Blades
Series: Hot in the Kitchen #2
Release Date: April 28, 2020
Publisher: Luxe Press
Subgenre: Contemporary Romance

Leaving her name—and her job as a top food critic—behind in New York, Shea Summers seeks respite in Sapling. Her borrowed mountain getaway seems perfect for writing her opus. It’s also perfect for riding out a messy divorce and hiding the roomful of cash she kind-of-sort-of stole from her ex.

Too bad Sapling is a remote, three-restaurant town with food that leaves much to be desired. Sexy grocer, Dev Kingston, may be Shea’s saving grace. The way he looks at her with his aspen-green eyes shows her everything her marriage was missing, and he can special-order every delicacy she craves.

But Shea’s not the only one who isn’t what she seems. Dev moonlights as a sheriff’s deputy, a fact she finds out too late; a string of suspicious crimes finds newcomers under scrutiny; and her ex is going to extremes to find out where she is. 
Taking the money and living under an assumed name might be on the right side of wrong, but dating Dev is a dangerous game. She's still running and he's still the law.

Buy Links:

“Hey—do you have any sumac?” she asked, circling back to the front after looking for the herb herself. She’d become convinced that a little sumac was the perfect addition to the aioli they served with the calamari at The Big Spoon. Sapling had exactly three restaurants: Delilah’s served sweet and savory pastries. Gator’s Sports Bar had pub food and wings. The Big Spoon served breakfast, lunch and dinner had the largest menu of them all. 

“Sumac is edible?” Dev looked up from shuffling his papers, looking a bit surprised.

She frowned. “What else would it be?”

“Poisonous,” Dev picked up his green juice cup again. “Worse than poison ivy, but not as bad as poison oak. Poison sumac’ll give you a rash all over your body.”

“Huh,” Shea tutted. “Well, it’s a spice, too. I’ve never seen it in the wild, but the flower is a deep red. It’s actually kind of beautiful.”

Then, Dev did that thing he did whenever they got to talking. He got quiet for a minute, but never broke their gaze. In moments like that, he had this way of looking at her that made her feel like he was right up in her space, rather than all the way across the room.

“Sounds like you want it?” his lips settled into a half-smile. The full smile, she’d noticed was for genuine amusement. The half-smile seemed to mean something else. It held a different sort of softness too intimate to have a name.

“If you can get it…” Her voice held shyness and hope and all the other complex tones she’d forgotten her voice could make. The thrill of possibility was a heady thing. She felt it in spades every time she talked to Dev.

“How much do you need?” he wanted to know, shifting his weight to lean against the counter with one hip.

“I guess a single bottle is fine.”

The warmth in his eyes lingered even as the set of his lips changed. “I can get you sumac.”

What else can you get me?

Shea came close to saying it out loud. Her face heated, not so much in a blush of embarrassment as in a flush of lust. With Dev, lust flushes had become a thing. Nodding her thanks, she walked off before she could pounce on the man. With every visit, she wanted to a little bit more. Her life was still too messy for all of that. But she had willpower. Discipline. She could be patient and methodical until whatever wanted to happen was meant to be, just as she’d been patient and methodical in plotting her divorce.

Author Bio:
Kilby Blades is a 45-time-award-winning author of Romance and Women's Fiction. Her debut novel, Snapdragon, was a HOLT Medallion finalist, a Publisher’s Weekly Book Life Prize Semi-Finalist, and an IPPY Award medalist. Kilby was honored with an RSJ Emma Award for Best Debut Author in 2018 and has been lauded by critics for “easing feminism and equality into her novels” (IndieReader) and “writing characters who complement each other like a fine wine does a good meal” (Publisher’s Weekly).

When she's not writing, Kilby goes to movie matinees alone, where she eats Chocolate Pocky and buttered popcorn and usually smuggles in not-a-little-bit of red wine. She procrastinates from the difficult process of writing by oversharing on Facebook and Instagram and giving away cool stuff related to her fiction novels to her newsletter subscribers.

Author links:  (FB Official Author Page)

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Finding Mr. Right Next Door

Congratulations to "Dee", the winner in Sarah's giveaway. Please contact JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE to claim your prize!

Finding Mr. Right Next Door’s starring couple, Lexi and Matt, are platonic. As in, the most hardcore-platonic two people on the planet—not because they have never thought about it, but because the stakes are huge. They share everything—friends, a job, their dog, their families—but when it comes to romance, their paths do not cross. Lexi wants commitment and two-point-four kids, while Matt is kind of a first date guy. On paper, going any further would be a disaster. Crossing that line, failing, would ruin everything. It’s a risk they can’t take.
It’s also one they can’t resist.
Lexi also couldn’t resist rearranging Matt’s kitchen, which led to this moment.

Resigned, Matt stretched just past Lexi and grabbed a stool, setting it solidly in front of the cabinet she hadn’t had a prayer of reaching.
“Thanks,” she told him brightly.
“You can use that to put everything back,” he said, but she’d already taken the two vertical steps, hoisting the ceramic dish to the top shelf where it absolutely did not belong. Only then did he realize his mistake. She wore the tiniest pair of shorts, and he wasn’t sure why that fact had initially escaped him. Add to that, with her on the stool and her arms extended over her head, her shirt edged upward, baring her midriff inches from his face. He felt the heat from her skin, smelled the soap from her shower. Visually traced one curve after another, twisting and turning into a bigger mess than she could ever make of his kitchen.
He swallowed hard, managing to turn away to plunk one of those little plastic cups into the hole in her coffee machine and close the lid. At least that was how he thought the thing worked. Caitlin had one in her bookstore so he was remotely familiar, but the fire station thus far kicked it old school, which was the way Matt liked it. He didn’t think much could beat a hot pot of coffee waiting.
At least not until that moment.
He hadn’t gained enough distance from Lexi, and when she turned to step off the stool, he was looking directly up at her, like he’d hoisted her skyward for some dramatic moment from one of her movies, where all she had to do was slide down the length of his arms to land in the kind of embrace that made the credits roll. His breath caught, and he’d have sworn time stood still. The only sound was the gurgle from the coffee he’d brewed, and he was hit with one single thought.
He wanted nothing more than to knock every dish he owned out of the way, bend her over the counter, and sink so deep into her that he’d forget his own name until he heard it on her lips.
Fuck. The word, an admonishment, one hell of a mistake he couldn’t afford, rolled around, the mother of all bad ideas, throwing sparks and ash, tinder to flame and destruction. And wasn’t that it in a nutshell? How else could it possibly end?
She was his best friend. Everything in the world that mattered to him hinged around her somehow. Every bit of family he had left in this world. His job. His house. His dog.
He ached to reach for her, but he knew he’d never be able to let go of everything holding him back.
She’d remained uncharacteristically quiet, and the moment hung around them like a warm blanket on a cold night. Then she wavered, and instinctively he reached for her, his fingers just grazing the bare skin of her abdomen. She jumped at the contact, and he wondered if the same jolt that had set fire to his blood was to blame. He met her gaze. Flattened his palm against the curve of her waist. She sucked in a quiet breath and still hadn’t let it out when his second hand joined the first. Firmly, gently, he lifted her from the stool, moving her to solid ground. In his mind, he was supposed to have said something then about putting back his dishes and his coffee maker, but restoring that little bit of order wouldn’t have done anything. Not now.
Her shirt had fallen when she’d lowered her arms, leaving his hands between the fabric and her skin. Her pulse beat through him, setting his own erratic heart rate. In his lust clouded thoughts, it wouldn’t take anything to kiss her. And his lips were millimeters from doing just that when he realized it wouldn’t take anything.
It would take everything.
He dropped his hands and turned away, the rush of cold air in her absence nearly taking his breath. He didn’t say anything—just headed for the shower, grabbing his coffee as he went.
He’d lost his damn mind.

Finding Mr. Right Next Door
For Lexi Dean, burning down her kitchen was disaster enough. Agreeing to move in next door with her totally off-limits best friend, Matt Freeman, until her house is livable again?

Utter madness.

They’ve always been close, but this is ridiculous. If she’s not bumping into him at the refrigerator, he’s at the front door giving her date the third degree. And slipping between his borrowed sheets? That’s about as distracting as listening to his shower run, because suddenly all she can think about is rivulets of water cascading down his spectacular body—the one he seems to be going out of his way to make sure she notices.

Not that it matters. He can flaunt his firefighter abs around her all he wants. They already share everything—their jobs, their friends, their backyard, even their dog—and that means only one thing: Lexi is not going to risk losing any of it by dipping a single toe in the temptation that is Matt Freeman.

Lexi may not know how to handle a fire extinguisher, but this is one fire that just might burn them both if they’re not careful...

Find it @ Entangled Publishing  |  Amazon  |  Barnes & Noble  |  Kobo  |

iBooks  |  |   |  |  Goodreads 

Sarah is giving away a $10 gift card to one lucky person leaving a comment or email entry!

Giveaway ends 11:59pm EST May 12th. Due to GDPR regulations you no longer need to 
submit your email address in the comments. If you have been selected as a winner your name will be posted at the top of the post. You may then contact to claim your prize. Your email address will be shared with the author/publicist providing the giveaway.

Monday, May 11, 2020


Natalie Reeder has been hired to curate items in Lord Gavin’s inherited castle in Webley, England. In
the following scene, Natalie was examining some deck chairs around the indoor pool when she fell in.
      “I’ll have someone take care of this right away.”
  She blinked slowly so water dripped off her long eyelashes. “Help me out?”
    I extended my hand, taking a few steps forward in my crouched position.
  The wind knocked out of me as my loafers teetered on a wobbly tile. I tried to grab onto the side, but the piece broke beneath my fingers and I slammed headfirst into the warm, salty water.
      I paddled to the surface, pushing my hair out of my face as I treaded water in front of Natalie. The anger that was once coursing through me had dulled. The whole thing was almost comical, a laugh lodging in my throat.
    “Did you do that on purpose?” she asked, wiping her face free of a fresh new spray of water droplets.
pushing back until I hit the wall behind me.
    As soon as my body hit the tile, little flakes of rubble crumbled against my neck. I immediately pushed forward before the wall came crumbling into the pool. But not fast enough that the little splashes didn’t speckle Natalie and me in the face.
    “Ack,” she spat, rubbing at her eyes.
      “Are you okay? Guess saltwater and one-hundred-year-old dust isn’t the best combination.”
    “Definitely not,” she sputtered, as if she were trying to hold back a laugh.
    “Here, let me get out, then I can help you.” I grabbed onto the side of the wall, only to have it crumble in my fingertips, a big heap splashing the water. An epic splash of dust and water sprayed my face and chest. The wave rolled over to Natalie who let out a bark of a laugh.
    I should have been rightfully pissed that pieces of the pool were falling into the water and that now I was soaked to the bone. But I was distracted by her laugh.
     “Bloody hell, this damn thing.”
    I spat water out of my mouth, wiping wet specks out of my eyes.
    “Are you sure you didn’t do this on purpose just to splash me?” she joked, her voice almost a squeak.
    Turning toward her, the wet hair now pushed away from her face, the smile was so broad on her face I couldn’t help but laugh in return.
    “Did I?” My heart beat heavily as a rush of adrenaline coursed through me. I could either get pissy, or I could have a little fun with this situation.
  I reared my hand back, pushing it under the water, then broke a wave right at Natalie’s startled face.
      She squealed, holding one hand up to shield her face and the other went to the water, slapping it as if the splashes would somehow defend her.
    “What? Who started the splashing?” I called over our hands lapping against the water.
      She backed up and I kept treading forward until she hit the wall with nowhere else to go. She closed her eyes, both hands in the water, slapping at the waves so little liquid pellets rained down on us.
    I laughed, for what was like the first time in forever. A lightness took over my chest as I pushed forward, grabbing her wrists and holding them to me.
    She slowly opened her eyes as her body wriggled against mine.
    Through her hooded lashes, something else was brimming in those gorgeous brown eyes. Something unspoken between the heavy breaths that floated in the air.
    “I’m not sure I’ve ever heard you really laugh.”
    I shook my head, my heart beating so wildly in my chest, she had to feel it. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed like that.”
    I licked my lips, my heart and other parts of my body beating, coming alive.
  As I leaned in slowly, her eyes fluttered closed.
  One more breath and I could crash my lips to hers.
    One more moment and that mouth would be mine.
  “Lord Gavin!” The bellow of my property manager, Alfie’s, voice, echoed through the room.
Sometimes, you’ve got to take a job with the devil to pay the bills...

Too bad I learned too late the devil wears Armani, is the most uptight man in the history of history, and I just signed an unbreakable contract shackling me to his pompous royal side for the summer.

But God, he’s got this British accent that makes my panties melt.

Until the words he says catch up with my brain and make me want to throw one of his precious vases at his head.

One minute we’re fighting—and the next—we can't keep our hands off each other. Because somehow, when Mr. Blue Eyes is kissing me, he makes me forget how much he annoys me.

And that starts a whole new level of complications I. Don’t. Need.

Cuz if you dance with the devil, someone’s gonna end up getting burned…

Wednesday, May 6, 2020


Congratulations to "Amanda B.", the winner in Emily's giveaway.  Please contact JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE to claim your prize!

I started my writing career writing contemporary romance. It’s my first love, both as a reader and a writer. I wrote eighteen books for Harlequin and Silhouette before I tried my hand at anything else. My first foray outside the genre of short contemporary romance was my young adult horror series, The Farm. (Incidentally, if you sign up for my newsletter, you can download the novella prequel to The Farm, The Before, for free!).

At the time I got a lot of questions about how I went from short romantic comedies to post-apocalyptic  horror.

The leap from short contemporary to this book (which is YA portal fantasy) is a little more obvious. This book, Storybound, is about a normal girl, Edie Keller, who crosses the boundary between our world and the Kingdom of Mithres, the world of her favorite fantasy series. The Kingdom of Mithres is a lot like contemporary Austin, Texas, but with a few differences … differences like hell hounds, time travel, and maniacal bad guys who will do anything to capture and kill Edie. On the bright side, she does run into her book boyfriend, Kane the Traveler. She might even get to save his life.

I hope you enjoy this excerpt of Storybound!
Please follow me on social media!

Emily McKay


I’ve lived in nine towns in the past six years. I know my mom feels bad about it, but I don’t mind. Who wants friends anyway?

All I’ve ever needed are my books. I’ve lived a thousand lives, had adventures I couldn’t even begin to imagine. To me, the places I discovered between the pages of a book are as real as the world I live in.

When I walk into my favorite bookstore, the last thing I expect is to walk out onto the pages of the kingdom of Mithres...or that the book boyfriend I’ve loved more than life, Kane the Traveler, really exists. And he has no clue the fate that awaits him in book five...

Now that I know the truth, I have a chance to save Kane. But if I change the story, will I ever find my way home?

Excerpt from Storybound:

Kane dips a finger into the ointment and smears it on one of the scratches on my left shoulder. His touch is brusque and quick, as if this is a task he just wants done. He doesn’t look at the reflection of us in the mirror, but down at the wounds he’s dressing.
He’s nearly a full foot taller than I am. With his head ducked, I can still see his face, the seriousness of his expression. I’m so distracted watching him, I don’t think to brace myself against the sharp sting of pain when he touches one of the deeper cuts.
I gasped involuntarily, and his gaze jerks to mine in the mirror. His hand stills.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. I can take it.” I’ve had much worse, but I don’t tell him that.
“I’m not used to”—he clears his throat again— “delicate things.”
“It’s really okay. I’m tough.”

He nods, but still, he hesitates before barely trailing his finger across one of the scratches on my shoulder blade.
“I don’t think that,” he says, his voice rough.
“What?” I ask.
He clears his throat again. “That you’re delicate.”

I snort. “Obviously. I think the term you used was stubby.”
His gaze flickers to mine in the mirror and then back down again. “No. What I meant is, I don’t think you’re weak.”
“You handled yourself well out there. With the Kellas cat. You’re pretty tough.”
“Pretty tough for a Dark Worlder, you mean?”
“No.” He looks up again and his gaze holds mine in the mirror. “Pretty tough for anyone. Dark Worlder or Tuatha.”
His compliment sends another burst of heat spiraling through my chest. Kane-the-effing-Traveler thinks I’m tough.
He tosses the towel on the counter and goes to leave, then pauses with his hand on the doorknob.
“I’m not him, you know.”
“What?” I ask, turning toward him
Now he does look up at me, and I press the washcloth more firmly against my skin.
“The character from the books. That guy you think you know. I’m not him.”
“I know that,” I say quickly.
“I’m not a hero. I’m not someone anyone looks up to. I’m not even particularly nice.”
“If we met under different circumstances, if I didn’t need your help, I probably wouldn’t even care if you lived or died.”
“I know,” I say again, but this time Kane is already gone, closing the door firmly behind him.

If you could cross into any fictional world, which world would you chose?

I will pick one person who answers to win a special Storybound prize pack, including: signed copy of Tracy Wolff’s Crave, a $20 amazon gift card, and a cool Farm backpack! 

Newsletter signup:
FB group:
YA Heart & Snark with Emily McKay
FB page:

Giveaway ends 11:59pm EST May 7th. Due to GDPR regulations you no longer need to submit your email address in the comments. If you have been selected as a winner your name will be posted at the top of the post. You may then contact to claim your prize. Your email address will be shared with the author/publicist providing the giveaway.

Monday, May 4, 2020


Congratulations to "Kim", the winner in Amy's giveaway. Please contact JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE to claim your prize!

            Have you ever been attracted to the wrong guy? The one who is your complete opposite and would never work out? The one who somehow still has the power to make your heart race and your breath come short?
            I have.
            And I married him.
            Maybe that’s why I wanted to write about opposites. About discovering there might be more to someone than you expect.
            (Plus, it’s fun and it’s hot!)  
            Mai and Anthony are opposites and right now, they’d do anything to get over each other. Including bad dates to crush their crush. Here’s a short excerpt as they start Date 1. Hope you love it and hope you’ll love their story as much as I do.


I look him over again. “You’re wearing that shirt.”
He looks down at the purple tee. It says Mechanical Engineer beneath a row of metal gears. It’s the shirt he was wearing the first night we kissed. It was a few days after the first party at Jason’s house. We were sitting in his car, a half-moon shining through the windshield, the sound of my heart drowning out everything else. My first kiss. Ever. The nerves I expected. The awkwardness, definitely. Me fisting that purple tee and pulling him closer, not so much.
“Don’t wear that shirt again,” I order.
He stiffens, his eyes flashing. “Come again?” 
“I like that shirt. Don’t wear it again.”
He pauses a heartbeat and then a shit-eating grin works across his face. His dimple winks at me. “You do, huh?” He drapes one forearm over the wheel. “Just so I know, is it the color you like? The way…it fits?”
My skin temperature shoots up another few degrees. “You are not being helpful. We’re trying to get over this.”
“And the purple shirt is not helpful?”
“No, it isn’t.”
He nods agreeably. “Fine. If we’re making requests, I find it very sexy when you button your shirts up to your neck. It would help if you undid a few.”


Mai Senn knows Anthony Adams is no good for her - no matter how hard she might crush on him. She’s valedictorian; he’s a surf bum. She’s got plans, he’s got his art. Complete opposites in every way. Vinegar and baking soda, they once joked. A chemical reaction that bubbled.

Yeah, they bubbled. Maybe still do.

Good thing Anthony’s got the perfect plan: two weeks to prove just how not good they are together. Whoever can come up with the worst date—something the other will seriously hate, proving how incompatible they truly are—wins.

Like taking a snake-phobe to the Reptile House at the zoo (his idea).

Or a cooking class where they don’t even get to eat the food (her idea).

It’s all about the competition, and it’s meant to help them finally crush their crushes. But it wasn’t supposed to be so hot. Or so fun. And when Mai’s future becomes at stake, will she be able to do the right thing and quit Anthony forever?

An ebook copy of ANNOUNCING TROUBLE, the companion novel to HOW TO QUIT YOUR CRUSH

Giveaway ends 11:59pm EST May 5th. Due to GDPR regulations you no longer need to 
submit your email address in the comments. If you have been selected as a winner your name will be posted at the top of the post. You may then contact to claim your prize. Your email address will be shared with the author/publicist providing the giveaway.

Wednesday, April 29, 2020


With: LJ Evans

Congratulations to "Laney4", the winner in LJ's giveaway. Please contact JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE to claim your prize!

Hello everyone!
I hope that you are all holding up in this crazy time we’re living in. The best thing about it for me has been that I’ve been able to get some reading and writing in (which my brain allows me to concentrate). I’m excited to be here sharing Avenged by Love with you today.
This story is the third in the standalone Anchor Novels. Each book has centered around one of three best friends: Eli, Mac, and Truck. This is Truck’s story. His real name is Travis, but no one  has called him that since before his time at the academy. When he first meets Jersey, she can’t seem to call him by his nickname, though, and that’s where they start off. Strangers who become friends who become so much more!
It’s a contemporary, military, fake marriage romance that I never thought I’d write!
Here’s the short of it. Truck is a Coast Guard who blames himself for his brother’s downward spiral and has a superhero complex. He likes to save people. He’s also deathly afraid of horror movies, which seems so anti-heroish that it was fun to play with. He’s pretty much the most honorable, straight forward, caring guy you could meet.
Jersey is the town pariah because of her family’s past, but she’s determined to make sure her younger, genius sister has the best life possible. She loves all the comics and all the superheroes and while it’s easy for her to be attracted to Truck, she doesn’t believe she deserves him. She has some pretty serious health issues and draws her own incredible comic book heroes, but she refuses to do anything about either until Truck slowly starts to force her out from behind her protective shield.
Like all the books in the Anchor Novels, this is a standalone, HEA story about true friends, real "family", and the dreams that we reshape as we go through this crazy thing called life. With vivid, endearing characters who will almost certainly carve out a special little spot in your heart, I hope they are books you won’t want to miss.

You can catch the sneak peek of Truck & Jersey before the story starts AND the 1st two chapters for FREE here:
Our finding reading options on Amazon:

  “You don’t have to fight the world alone. You’ve got me.”

Travis Dayton, a.k.a. Truck, is focused on two things: settling into his position at the Coast Guard Academy and helping his younger brother stay out of trouble. So even though the beautiful, comic loving Jersey Banner is tugging at his heart strings in funny ways, he isn’t going to act on those emotions. Not when he’ll eventually be moving on, and she’ll be staying behind.

Jersey has been struggling to keep her family afloat ever since their dad went to jail. The pain she feels on a regular basis? It isn’t anything she can stop to think about. At least not, until she ends up at the emergency room in the protective arms of the one man who makes her pulse beat faster than the superheroes she worships.

Seeing Jersey in desperate need of medical care she can’t afford, Truck does the only thing he can to help… he marries her.

When chaos invades their lives, their temporary deal starts to crumble. Hearts and souls are twined together, so that there’s little chance of escape without permanent damage. Unless, they just surrender to it all and let love heal them both.

From award-winning author, LJ Evans, comes a novel inspired by Lady Antebellum’s “Ocean” about resilience and love. You don’t want to miss this small town, military romance.

Author’s Note: Protective, noble Coast Guard. Nerdy, comic loving heroine. Heart tugging words and slow, simmering attraction. Fake marriage, broken promises, and happiness you’ll feel in your bones.

“Love is the only real superpower.”

Ready for a teaser? This scene was an incredible amount of fun to write:

“Excuse me?” I asked because I was sure I’d heard him wrong.

He dragged a hand over his face. “Sorry. Screwed that up. Let me try again.”

Try again? He was going to ask me to marry him in a different way? I looked around, expecting Violet to be filming this as some weird prank to post on her social media accounts.

“I was thinking,” he started, and this time, I could tell he was nervous.

“Stop. Don’t. Whatever you’re going to say, just don’t. You don’t even know me.”

This seemed to knock him out of whatever apprehensive state he was in, because he chuckled. A slow rumble that bubbled its way across my frame and made me want to lean in and taste it. Taste him and his joy. But it certainly didn’t make me want to marry him.

“Jesus. I really am doing this all wrong. Can we sit down?”

I stared at him for a moment. “Have you been drinking?”

Our dad used to say some really bizarre things when he was drunk. Tony Stark had done some pretty stupid things when he’d been drunk. Drunk and men were a series of bad choices and decisions.

Guarded Dreams — Eli & Ava, May 2019;
Forged by Sacrifice — Mac & Georgie, October 2019;
Avenged by Love — Truck & Jersey, April 2020; links above
Damaged Desires — Dani & Nash, October 2020;
Branded by Love — Brady O’Neil, coming in 2021;
Unmasked Dreams — Violet & Dawson, coming in 2021;

LJ is offering $5 Amazon eCard and an eBook of the story to one lucky winner.

Award winning author, LJ Evans, lives in the California Central Valley with her husband, daughter, and the terrors called cats. She's been writing, almost as a compulsion, since she was a little girl and will often pull the car over to write when a song lyric strikes her. While she currently spends her days teaching 1st grade in a local public school, she spends her free time reading and writing, as well as binge-watching original shows like The Crown, Victoria, Veronica Mars, and Stranger Things.

If you ask her the one thing she won’t do, it’s pretty much anything that involves dirt—sports, gardening, or otherwise. But she loves to write about all of those things, and her first published heroine was pretty much involved with dirt on a daily basis, which is exactly why LJ loves fiction novels—the characters can be everything you’re not and still make their way into your heart.

Her debut novel, MY LIFE AS A COUNTRY ALBUM, was an Independent Author Network's 2017 Outstanding Book of the Year. For more information about LJ and her books, check out her website

"𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 π“‚π“Šπ“ˆπ’Ύπ’Έ & π“ˆπ“‰π‘œπ“‡π’Ύπ‘’π“ˆ π’Έπ‘œπ“π“π’Ύπ’Ήπ‘’." ♬


Giveaway ends 11:59pm EST April 30th. Due to GDPR regulations you no longer need to submit your email address in the comments. If you have been selected as a winner your name will be posted at the top of the post. You may then contact to claim your prize. Your email address will be shared with the author/publicist providing the giveaway.

Sign up for the JCR newsletter!