Opposites attract in this tale of a big city gal, and the sexy cowboy, whose banter lights up the pages in a small town romance that will have you breathlessly counting down the days until this book hits shelves on December 6th. Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Love Tools by Isobel Reed, along with learning more about the author, then get even more info about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour. In honor of this first installment in the Bluestone series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $50 bookstore GC too!
What kind of writer am I? by Isobel Reed.....
Hmm. I’m going to go ahead and say messy. I’m a messy writer. As organized as I try to be in my day-to-day life, all that goes out the window when I’m writing.
I have a nice, civilized desk and desk chair that I spent a small fortune on. Well, not a small fortune, but you know, I spent money that could have gone on books or pizza on them. But do I use it to write my books? I think you can see where this is going. No. Not really. Not as often as I should anyway. I sit on my sofa, or more like twist myself into a pretzel on my sofa with my laptop and write love stories.
Sofa slouching could be forgiven if I had some sort of sensible writing structure. Again, I think you know where I’m going with this. There is no structure. It’s just chaos. Absolute freaking mayhem.
I see all my lovely author friends post pretty pictures on their social media accounts of their writing process. There are lots of daily writing goals, storyboards, and fancy plotting processes. I’ve even seen a scary picture of a huge whiteboard featuring detailed planning schedules. I am not this person. I am the person who lies awake at night talking to imaginary characters in my head. I’m the person waking her husband up at 3am to write a scene on my phone before I forget it. I’m also the person who has no idea how the story I’m writing is going to play out until I’m in the middle of it.
The same havoc happens when it comes to word counts. Some days I can sit and write 4,000 words, other days it’s like my brain has malfunctioned and I don’t write anything. I’m still waiting for the day I wake up a beautiful, well-adjusted, organizational goddess. I’ll create color coded schedules, buy a whiteboard, and actually check my calendar every day.
When city girl Lily shows up in Bluestone County, cocky cowboy Jake reckons it won’t be long until she hightails it back to London. It didn’t matter that his heart rate spiked whenever she was nearby. Or that he couldn’t get her out of his head. Because Jake was the king of casual and Lily was apparently the queen of picking the wrong men.
EXCERPT:
“You about done checking me out darlin’ or do ya want me to turn around and show you the back?” Her face flamed as her eyes flicked back up to his face and she caught sight of his cocky grin. Before she could attempt to deny what she’d been doing, his expression turned more serious as he took his turn running his eyes up and down her. “I didn’t know Matt had a daughter.”
Surprise, surprise.
“No s***. He wasn’t exactly father of the year.”
Lily couldn’t help but think of the irony. Her father had become friends with some guy young enough to be his son, yet he still couldn’t quite be bothered to pick up the phone and call his own daughter.
His smile became crooked as his glare intensified. “You always swear like a trucker, darlin’? Here, I thought English women were all class and manners.”
Is he being serious?
Letting out a huff, she couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy, “I’m sorry, have I stepped into the past? Are you gonna ask me why a little woman like me isn’t married next?”
“Alright sweetheart, calm down.” He sniggered, clearly amused by the steam coming out of her ears.
Stepping closer to him, she tilted her head up to meet his gaze. “I’m not or will I ever be your sweetheart. Now if you don’t mind, you need to get the hell out of my store before I call the police."
Surprise, surprise.
“No s***. He wasn’t exactly father of the year.”
Lily couldn’t help but think of the irony. Her father had become friends with some guy young enough to be his son, yet he still couldn’t quite be bothered to pick up the phone and call his own daughter.
His smile became crooked as his glare intensified. “You always swear like a trucker, darlin’? Here, I thought English women were all class and manners.”
Is he being serious?
Letting out a huff, she couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy, “I’m sorry, have I stepped into the past? Are you gonna ask me why a little woman like me isn’t married next?”
“Alright sweetheart, calm down.” He sniggered, clearly amused by the steam coming out of her ears.
Stepping closer to him, she tilted her head up to meet his gaze. “I’m not or will I ever be your sweetheart. Now if you don’t mind, you need to get the hell out of my store before I call the police."
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AUTHOR INFO:
Isobel was born and raised in London. She still lives along the River Thames with her husband and her substantial book collection. Ever the hopeless romantic, she fell in love with the genre from a young age and was inspired to write her own stories. When she's not feasting on romantic comedies or binge reading her hoard of contemporary romance novels, Isobel is writing.
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ReplyDeleteGreat excerpt, sounds like a good read.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading about what kind of writer you are, Isobel and I enjoyed the excerpt and I can't wait to read Love Tools!
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