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Good day, everyone! I have the privilege of hosting Charley Descoteaux on her blog tour for her newest release Always Forward! Never Straight. Sounds like an amazing read! Can't wait to pick it up and read it myself. :) Continue on with a blurb, excerpt and links where you can pick it up.
Blurb:
Love isn’t a sprint, it’s a marathon.
Baxter Bryan is the nerdy half of BaxCo, a start-up in
Portland’s Silicon Forest creating cutting-edge high-tech toys. He’s also a
hermit. When BaxCo sponsors the Portland Rock and Roll Half Marathon, Bryan
decides to break out of his comfort zone and do more than listen to the music
with a beer in hand. The race has barely started when he bumps into a fit,
handsome man, causing sparks to fly. But the long hours needed to make BaxCo a
success aren’t the only reason Bryan spends most of his time alone in his
apartment.
Cay Nissen runs every day to stay in shape. He would
love to run away from his job in a Silicon Forest cube farm, but keeps
returning to support his teenaged daughter. His true love is music. Cay writes
songs for the band he helped form in high school but doesn’t see any way to turn
music into a career. The half marathon seemed like a decent way to pass a
Saturday, make his boss happy, and catch a performance of his old band all at
the same time. When he meets a man who sparks his interest, the safety of his
cubicle isn’t the only part of his life that’s in jeopardy of changing.
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Excerpt:
After the serious runners passed me, I began
to run. Okay, jog. I intended to make a real effort to participate in the race.
I’d trained and psyched myself up for weeks—promotional opportunity aside. I casually scoped all the
runners, not actually looking for anyone, content to do some people-watching. I
snickered at myself because secretly I hoped to hook up with one of the men blowing past me, to have
their slender, muscled bodies pressed against mine, their lung capacity put to
good use—
I almost swallowed my tongue when a tall, striking man pulled up alongside me.
His arm brushed against mine, and even though skin didn’t touch skin—he wore a long-sleeved shirt, no doubt
a technologically advanced fiber meant to wick the sweat away from his skin,
probably as it gave him a massage and helped combat climate change—I felt an
electric shock at the contact. It actually crackled.
He turned, one eyebrow raised, and smiled.
“Did you feel that?”
“Um, yeah.” I tried to keep up, even though men like him—svelte athletic types who can pull off trendy
shaved-on-the-side-and-longer-on-top haircuts—didn’t usually notice plain,
out-of-shape nerds like me.
His handsome face creasing in concern. “Sorry.
If the spark came from me.”
Fuck, he’s hot.
“N-no problem. No harm done. It was probably
me.”
I shocked myself all the time—literally, not
figuratively. I led the most boring life imaginable and rarely left my
apartment unless forced. Pavement doesn’t exactly possess the same properties
that make carpet and wool socks generate static electricity, but it still could
have been me. Just looking at this man
gave me a charge.
He seemed like he wanted to say something
else, but he smiled instead. His blue eyes held as much flash as the actual
static that had passed between us.
“Cay.” He held out his hand, and we shook.
“Bryan.” The breathless quality of my voice
had little to do with the running. Or at least that’s what it felt like. “Kay,
as in Sir Kay, the knight?” I don’t know how I was able to grin at him, but I
did.
“No.” He chuckled. The rich sound of his voice
set something alight inside me I hadn’t heard from in years. “C-A-Y. As in
Cayman. Like the islands.”
He gave me a look, and it took a moment to
realize he was serious. Luckily, that happened before I tripped on anything or
ran into anyone. “So, is your sister’s name Aruba?”
“No. That’s my brother.” He turned to face
forward for a few paces and then shot me a wink.
That wink made me stumble. I’m in trouble.
BIO:
Charley Descoteaux is the author of the Buchanan House
Love Stories. Book One was a USA Today Must-Read Romance.
Charley has always heard voices. She was relieved to
learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted
daydreaming just wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her
sleep once in a while. Charley has survived earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods,
but couldn’t make it through a single day without stories.
Rattle Charley’s cages:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/CharleyDescote
Goodreads: http://tinyurl.com/aqe7g7r
e-mail: c.descoteauxwrites@gmail.com
Publisher: CeeTwo Publications
Release Date: January 1, 2019
Pages: 86
Cover Artist: Rainbow Danger
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