(True #1)
Author: Liora Blake
Release Date: April 6, 2015
Publisher: Pocket Star / Simon and Schuster
While most novelists would consider jetting off to Hollywood for a television interview rather exciting, small town Montana writer Kate Mosely finds it all a bit eye-rollingly exhausting. Until she shares the stage and a whole heap of carnal gazes with rock star Trevor Jenkins that is. Despite his intimidating on-stage bravado, underneath it Kate discovers a man with a Rilke poem tattooed on his arm, an appreciation for cronuts, and a snarky wit to match her own.
After losing her husband in a car accident where she was behind the wheel, Kate has finally found her bearings in the world again, rebuilding a simple life she can count on. Even if that life has mostly been a lot of lonely nights watching old movies in the dark and quiet days writing for the hometown newspaper.
As she and Trevor embark on a sexy new relationship, the scarred parts of her heart start to heal, making room for a love so passionate it makes her want long-forgotten things. Wild things, heart-swelling things, and joyful things. But when a searing article in a trashy gossip magazine sends Kate running, it threatens their chances at forever.
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Excerpt
Slowly, he wanders around the truck, grazing his gloved hand across the top of the bed, and takes a seat next to me. After he wipes sweat from his face with the bottom of his shirt, I hand him the water and lean back on my palms, enjoying a very slight breeze that has come along. The only thing to break the silence is Toby, bolting out from the far side of the herd and leaping into the back of the truck with his nails skittering across the bed. He flops down behind me and I run my hand over the top of his head, rubbing his warm ears and ruffling his coat.
Eventually we leave the pasture and head back to the main house, still relishing the tranquility of a hot afternoon. When I pull the truck to a stop, Toby bails out and crawls under the front porch of the house where it is cool and damp. As we amble back to the barn, from the way his gait has slowed, it’s clear I’ve finally gotten Trevor a bit worn-out. I grab his hand and lead him back to the truck, taking his work gloves and dropping them behind the seat.
“Are we done?” Trevor slumps into the passenger side of the bench seat and throws his arm over the back of it, letting his head lean against the back glass.
“Yes, princess. We’re done.”
“You better be careful, calling me names like that. I wouldn’t hesitate to drag you out and bend you over that tailgate, just to prove a point.”
“I’m sure I could handle it.”
He opens his eyes a sliver to look at me. All the fatigue fades from his expression and he leans forward a bit. “I’d love to see you try.”
I am just about to turn the key in the ignition, but when he turns those glittering hazel eyes on me, full of urging provocation, I suddenly imagine having everything with him. Not just this part, where he’s making me feel unbelievably sexy despite the dirt and sweat covering me, but the rest of it, too. When he’s wearing work gloves, letting chickens scare the hell out of him, and trying to make a place in my world. When he’s doing something as mundane as pushing our grocery cart through the A&P parking lot, while still holding my hand. My chest hurts at the idea of it, a mtwisting ache that feels like I’m making room for him. Even if that means I might have to let the sadness that resides in the heavy shadows of my heart finally fall away.
About the author:
Liora Blake is a contemporary romance author living in Colorado. Although her path to here was paved with a million detours, plenty of pitfalls, and many a crisis of faith, she thinks it’s a pretty amazing place to be. She writes because it’s what she’s always wanted to do, she writes novels because she likes to tell the whole story, and she writes romance because a happily ever after is the best kind of story to tell.
When she isn’t writing, she’s likely baking cookies she shouldn’t eat, inventing elaborate excuses to avoid going for a run, or asking the nice barista to sell her another quad-shot Americano.
Liora is represented by Victoria Lowes of The Bent Agency.
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