Book Blitz: Chasing Beverly by Ashlynn Cubbison

Chasing Beverly by Ashlynn Cubbison 
Published by: Acorn Publishing
Publication date: September 29, 2019
Genres: Romance, Sports, Young Adult

Two people. One chance to let it all go.
Seeking redemption, Beverly Morgan has spent the last three years building an empire that was someone else’s dream. Devoted to her work, a handful of friends, and an array of charities, she’s been able to lock away her heart and convince herself it’s dead. After an unthinkable tragedy, Beverly should know by now that a single day can change everything.
She can’t run from love forever.
Gavin has it all, a thriving business, phenomenal family, supportive friends, but an hour with Beverly Morgan makes him question his entire life and his own happiness.
She could be exactly what he needs, if she’s brave enough to open up again.

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EXCERPT

I’m four days shy of my eighteenth birthday, sandwiched between two Olympic gold medalists, and preparing to race for a spot in the 2016 Summer Olympics for the 400-meter event.
How did I even make it to the finals?
Hot bile floods my throat. As sweat drips from my brow, I hear a crazy woman shouting over the crowd.
“Breathe, baby! Breathe!”
Peeking over at the gate to the right of me, our eyes connect. I realize she’s my crazy woman. With her huge smile and eyes blazing with pride, my mom always brings me comfort. My gaze slides from her encouraging face and lands on that of my boyfriend. Patrick’s crooked smile has been the same since we were kids.
Just the sight of them, here by my side, reassures me. I gulp in a deep, cleansing breath and bow my head. This silences the deafening noise, and it helps me to forget my shortcomings.
“On your marks!” a stern voice—the voice I’ve been listening for—bellows over the loudspeaker.
I step in front of my tightly spaced starting blocks, jumping one last time into the air to activate my muscles. Then I crawl backwards into the blocks, my left foot positioned in the back. As I slide my feet in, a smirk creeps across my lips. I picture Coach Schwarz in the stands, scolding me like he does before every race.
“Morgan, switch your damn feet, and space out your blocks more!”
My left knee digs into the rubbery Tartan Track. I focus on the connection of my damp skin against the hot track below. I say a silent prayer, thanking it for supporting my feet and body race after race.
Then, one last breath. I position my fingers behind the white line and await my next command.
“Set!” booms the Starter’s robotic voice over the loudspeaker.
My hips shoot straight up. Fire replaces my blood, surging through my veins.
BANG!
The starting gun reverberates through me.
I push out of the blocks, careful not to go out too hard in the first 200 meters. Keeping my eyes glued straight ahead, I don’t allow my opponents to bait me. Instead, I wait for my time. I stick close to the pack until I see my sweet spot ahead.
“Kick. Kick. Kick.” The words play like a mantra in my head as I round the second curve of the track. My body is weightless. My brain needs no prompting as it propels my legs forward. My feet become lighter, and my spikes barely touch the track before shooting forward for my next stride.
My arms pump harder as I enter my part of the race. The part in which I shine, the part I relish. The finish line is just ahead. Movement on my right enters my peripheral vision. I feel Sammy closing in. She’s right on my tail.

Author Bio

Ashlynn Cubbison is a goal-oriented, driven woman, who owns and operates four companies with her husband. They have two beautiful sons together, and although her life is chaotic, fun, full of love and never the same each day, somehow she finds room for writing as well.
Growing up Ashlynn struggled with reading. Then, in her sophomore year of high school, a small seed was planted. After acing a literary test, her teacher looked her square in the eye and said “you’ve been selling yourself short all year. I wonder what you could achieve with some effort.” After delving deeper into books, she discovered Pride and Prejudice, and has been an obsessive reader ever since.
Eventually her love of books translated into writing. She hopes to inspire others, especially children, to find their passion as she did.

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Blog Tour: Can You Heat It by Casey Diam

Today we have the release day blitz for CAN YOU HEAR IT by Casey Diam! 

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CAN YOU HEAR IT by Casey Diam

Genre: Sports Romance

About Can You Hear It

Secrets. Deceptions. Tragedies. Those were the root of all evil. One of those became the root of mine the day I lost the love of my life. My best friend. My lover. Everyone disregarded it, saying, “Let’s face it, Averie, you have the rest of your life ahead of you.” They were wrong. James Lawrence was my ever after . . . until Ashton. If only he didn’t come bearing his own brand of evil. A secret. The reason he wanted me to stay away. I should have listened, and he should have tried harder, but both of us failed. And if we hadn’t, if he had told me when we first met, would it have altered the moment I realized that I was falling for him? The slight variation in the air. The hitch in my breath. The lightness in my chest. Impossible to know; I’d already fallen. I was already ruined. ***A standalone sports romance that takes place in senior year high school. Due to explicit content, this book is suitable for 17+

Excerpt

At Ashton’s table in the cafeteria, I waved to the guys and a few other girls sitting there. While I sat on the small round seat between Brody and Ashton, Candice went for the empty one across from me, next to Ryker.

“Do you want to trade places?” Brody asked Candice when she was about to sit.

I hid my smile because I was pretty sure that was the last thing she wanted to do.

“Have a seat, pretty girl. I don’t bite.” Ryker grinned. “Unless you want me to.”

With my mouth ajar, I watched Candice take a seat, clearing her throat and swallowing.

I might not be able to tell from her cheeks, but I knew she was blushing, and bad.

“Are you sure you don’t want my orange?” Candice asked again.

I shook my head with a mischievous smile. “I’m good.”

Apparently, I did something with my eyes because hers widened in a silent plea for me to behave.

I grinned and lowered my head. A second later, while I was on my phone, Ashton held his spicy chicken sandwich to my mouth.

Leaning away from it, I said, “I’m not hungry.”

“I didn’t ask, but you should be.” He jutted his chin out to his sandwich. “Just one bite.”

His gray eyes distracted me as I looked at him, and suddenly, I felt too warm as I recalled that image of his arms around me while I’d slept.

“Fine.”

My eyes dropped to the sandwich, and I covered his hands with mine as I took a bite.

He looked slightly mollified, so I went back to scrolling through Instagram as I chewed. Once I swallowed, I realized how much I needed that bite. That was so good.

“Are you following me on there?” Ash asked, looking at my phone.

I wasn’t, but we were already Facebook friends. I typed in his name and he pointed to the second profile from the top. “That one.”

I clicked on it and my mouth fell open. Over seventy-six thousand followers. “How is this possible? You’re joking.” But as I scrolled through the account of all the images of him playing football, and him with some of the other guys, I knew for a fact this was his account. One that I would so be stalking later.

I narrowed my eyes at him after clicking Follow. “You better follow back.”

He chuckled. “I will.”

He held out his half-eaten sandwich to me, and I grinned, happily biting into it before playing on my phone again.

After a minute, his finger brushed a corner of my mouth, and my heart stuttered as my gaze lifted, halting at his lips before moving up to his eyes. Oh my God! Why did I just do that? His eye color transformed into a stormy gray, but there was so much heat in them, they melted my thoughts. He’d never looked at me like that before. Fascinated and still at a loss for words, my eyes lowered to his soft, full, raspberry-colored lips. Damn it, I did it again.

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Some years ago, Casey rediscovered her passion for writing and hasn’t stopped writing since. Her favorite genre is romance with edge which is why she writes sexy, funny, sweet, and emotional stories that are a little bit more in depth, but so much fun to read.  

 

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Release Blitz: Can You Hear It by Casey Diam

Today we have the release day blitz for CAN YOU HEAR IT by Casey Diam! 

Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

CAN YOU HEAR IT by Casey Diam

Genre: Sports Romance

About Can You Hear It

Secrets. Deceptions. Tragedies. Those were the root of all evil. One of those became the root of mine the day I lost the love of my life. My best friend. My lover. Everyone disregarded it, saying, “Let’s face it, Averie, you have the rest of your life ahead of you.” They were wrong. James Lawrence was my ever after . . . until Ashton. If only he didn’t come bearing his own brand of evil. A secret. The reason he wanted me to stay away. I should have listened, and he should have tried harder, but both of us failed. And if we hadn’t, if he had told me when we first met, would it have altered the moment I realized that I was falling for him? The slight variation in the air. The hitch in my breath. The lightness in my chest. Impossible to know; I’d already fallen. I was already ruined. ***A standalone sports romance that takes place in senior year high school. Due to explicit content, this book is suitable for 17+ 

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Exclusive Excerpt

My lips pressed to hers. “You can touch me anywhere.” I kissed her again. “It’s whatever you want, Averie.” I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been masturbating to images of her—every fucking day. Especially after talking to her on the phone at night. Her voice held this sexy rasp that sent all kinds of signals to my cock each time she spoke, and the wrong signals, too. It wasn’t the let’s-be-friends kind. It was the let-me-spread-your-legs-and-have-you-for-dessert kind, let-me-make-you-come-on-my-cock kind. And as we began to make out again, it remained in the back of my mind that I needed to tell her about my condition. Kissing was okay. Touching was okay. But anything more than that, and I would have to tell her first. It wouldn’t be anything short of a betrayal if I didn’t. She wasn’t like the other three I’d slept with, she was more, I felt it every time I so much as looked at her. Her hand moved over my zipper, and my cock lurched in my jeans, and as she began to caress me, a groan caught in my throat. Fuck. Take my cock out if you want, I told her with my kiss. Whatever you want, Averie. Oh, fuck yes . . . Her grip tightened around my dick as she continued to work it through the material, all I could think was how much I wanted to feel her bare hands on me. With me on the brink of insanity, my lips crushed to hers, desperate with need. After pressing myself into her hand, I rolled onto my back and flicked my belt from the loop, undoing it and my button in two seconds flat before yanking my zipper down. As her eyes shifted to my hand shoving at my jeans and then the tent pole situation in my boxers, I watched her. Her fingers glided over my abs and under the waistband of my boxers, and inside to grip my cock. Oh, fuck. My head fell back, and a heavy breath passed my lips as my eyes closed.

 

About Casey Diam

   

Some years ago, Casey rediscovered her passion for writing and hasn’t stopped writing since. Her favorite genre is romance with an edge which is why she writes sexy, funny, sweet, and emotional stories that are a little bit more in-depth, but so much fun to read.  

 

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