Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Book Tour for Hollywood Ever After by Sasha Summers (Promo & GIVEAWAY)

Those wanting a sweet yet sexy book full of emotional highs and lows will find much to satisfy them in the glitzy and glamorous world of Hollywood Ever After.  Sasha Summers has written an intensely emotional book about one woman's struggle to regain herself after an abusive marriage with the support and love of a younger man with baggage of his own.  To get a taste of this book keep reading and be sure to leave a comment to be entered into the awesome giveaway Sasha has provided.

She wasn’t meant for movie stars, Hollywood, or happy endings. And then she met him.

Happy Endings are for fairy tales. Or the movies. Not for real life. At least, not Claire’s life. Even though she’s starting over, she knows better than to want too much this time. But when she falls, literally, into the strong arms of Hollywood’s ‘it’ boy Josh Wiley, Claire’s in for some surprises. Her plans for rest and relaxation are forgotten as one incredible night with Josh becomes two… And her heart begins to want him as much as her body. Will two kids, one bastard ex-husband, and Josh’s juggernaut career mean the end of their affair? Or can Claire find her happy ending after all?


Two very large, strong hands caught me and I looked up into the most beautiful face I’d seen since this morning.

“Josh? Hi, Josh!” I squealed, bouncing in his arms as he smiled down at me. I kept bouncing, my racing heart thumping faster than the music as his hands slid around my back. “I didn’t know you were here.” I was smiling like an idiot.

“You’re a rather focused dancer.”

“I am! Never do it…dance, I mean. But it’s fun!” The song ended and I frowned.

He laughed. “Should I make them play the song again? I will if it will make that pathetic little frown disappear.”

Another song began. It was slower, but it still had a good beat. “No, I think this will work and I won’t sing–even better.”

“I liked your singing.” He was looking at me…the way he always looked at me.

I felt light-headed and dizzy as I stared up at him, wobbling on unsteady feet. I knew I was drunk, but now there was more than just alcohol heating me up from the inside.

His hands were firm, guiding me closer to him. I let one hand rest on his chest as we swayed together. Between the buzzing euphoria from my many drinks and the raging hunger burning in his eyes, my every nerve was tingling. I was more than a little pleased with life at the moment.

I quivered under his touch. His fingers splayed across my lower back, fitting us closer together. We danced with the music, our movements in sync with one another.

Under the flashing colored lights, my hand looked red and then green against the white of his shirt. I felt the heat of his skin, the solid strength of his muscles through the fabric of his shirt. His scent, his touch, his…presence stirred images of our night together, sharp in my otherwise foggy mind. My skin grew more sensitive and my senses flooded with him.

I was aching for him, all of him. Now. My breath grew short as I remembered how he felt buried deep inside me.

The rational side of my brain knew I was losing control, but there was too much alcohol in my system. I had no fear or inhibition. And I liked the fire raging inside of me.

My eyes slid to his mouth and I felt my tongue wet my lips.

His breath hitched and he closed his eyes. When he looked at me again, there was little doubt he knew exactly what I was feeling.

The song ended and I felt myself being guided from the floor.

“Taking her home?” Shannon had apparently returned to the table. She and Arthur regarded us with interest.

There were three other people at the table now. I didn’t know them. But I didn’t really care at the moment. I wanted to kiss the pulse wildly beating in Josh’s throat. I was vaguely aware that now might not be the right time for that. I glanced at his neck. It looked very kissable.

“Unless you have other plans?” Josh looked from Shannon to me.

I was looking at him as if I were about to eat him. It wasn’t intentional; that was really what I wanted to do at the moment…because he was so damn gorgeous…

He looked back at Shannon, his jaw muscle noticeably rigid.

“I recommend you get her home. And make her drink some water at some point, please,” Shannon added. “Here.” She handed Josh some keys and waved at me with a smile.

Then we were heading toward the door.

“Wait.” I stopped. We weren’t moving, but everything seemed to be moving around me. “You’rehere with friends?”

His hands clasped my shoulders, steadying me. He smiled down at me. “Yes.”

“You shouldn’t leave them….I don’t want to mono…monopolize you.” My words trailed off as my eyes met his.

He wanted me. I could see it. His nostrils flared just a bit. His jaw clenched and unclenched. I smiled slowly. I liked that I could make him react this way.

I asked, “Don’t you want to stay?” Say no.

If he wanted to stay, I might be able to stop staring at him or thinking about how perfectly we fit together. It wasn’t completely out of the question, not yet. My eyes fell to his lips and my smile grew.

“No.” He leaned closer, whispering in my ear, “Claire, we have to leave now if you’re going to look at me like that.” His face reflected the hunger I felt.

My voice was husky as I whispered, “I’ll be good.” Not a chance.

He paused, his eyebrow rose in question. “You want to stay?”

“Nope.” My eyes fell to his mouth again.

Josh’s smile was pinched as he led me to the exit.



Sasha Summers is part gypsy. Her passions have always been storytelling, history, romance, and travel. She writes both lyrical romantic fantasy and contemporary romance. Her first play was written for her Girl Scout troupe. She's been writing ever since. She loves getting lost in the worlds and characters she creates; even if she frequently forgets to run the dishwasher or wash socks when she's doing so. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and supportive.

Website/Blog: www.sashasummers.com


Sasha will be awarding a $10 Amazon GC to two randomly drawn commenters and One Romantic Movie Gift Basket (Movies that inspired Hollywood Ever After – Notting Hill, The Holiday, Love Actually, and My Big Fat Greek Wedding-US/Canada only) to to another randomly drawn commenter during the tour. 

-To be entered, leave a comment, along with your email addy.
-A winner will be chosen from randomly from all comments made throughout the tour, so the more you comment the greater your chances of winning.  A list of all participating blogs can be found here.
-Giveaway ends at 11:59 PM CST on 11/16.


  1. Sasha...I think a lot of writers have that gypsy streak in them. Even if they don't travel for real, they've got that wanderlust in writing.
    catherinelee100 at gmail dot com

    1. I think that's true Catherine! Maybe that's why we write? Travel without actual traveling? That's me! Thanks so much for stopping by! Isn't the review wonderful?!?

  2. Thanks so much for hosting Josh and Claire's story! You've made my Tuesday wonderful. :)

    1. I'm glad you could be here today and appreciate the thoroughly entertaining story you wrote!

  3. Great review! I remember my first play - it was a puppet show, which my friend and I completely pantsed at the time, and was about completely NOTHING. Not a proud moment. :)

  4. Great excerpt, thank you.


  5. I agree, books are a great way to 'travel' without ever leaving home. Cheaper too!

    I enjoy reading a story about younger men and older women. How much of an age difference is there between Josh and Claire?

    1. Forgot to leave my email....duh!

      kareninnc at gmail dot com

    2. Hi Karen - 7 years. She's 35 and he's 28 - not so much really. And they work, I promise. ;)
      Yes - LOVE to travel but sometimes writing is a much more economical way to do it. :)

  6. I missed this yesterday somehow!
    I'm curious is Josh based off your husband?

    Lmbrunken at gmail dot com

  7. I do enjoy an emotional read at times.