Thanks for stopping by as I welcome once again Ruthie Knox. From August 4- August 15, Ruthie is out promoting her latest book, Truly. Read a glimpse of what you will find in the book and remember to scroll down to participate in the Giveaway. Loveswept is hosting a Tour Wide Giveaway for $25.00 eGift Card to Choice Book Retailer and Loveswept Mug. Thanks!! Link to the Tour
Truly
New York
Series #1
By: Ruthie Knox
Releasing August 5th, 2014
Loveswept
RITA finalist and New York
Times bestselling author Ruthie Knox kicks off a steamy new series set in
the city that never sleeps—alone, at least.
May Fredericks
hates New York. Which is fair enough, since New York seems to hate her back.
After relocating to Manhattan from the Midwest to be with her long-distance
boyfriend, NFL quarterback Thor Einarsson, May receives the world’s worst
marriage proposal, stabs the jerk with a shrimp fork, and storms off alone—only
to get mugged. Now she’s got no phone, no cash, and no friends. How’s a nice
girl supposed to get back to safe, sensible Wisconsin?
Frankly, Ben
Hausman couldn’t care less. Sure, it’s not every day he meets a genuine,
down-to-earth woman like May—especially in a dive in the Village—but he’s
recovering from an ugly divorce that cost him his restaurant. He wants to be
left alone to start over and become a better man. Then again, playing the white
knight to May’s sexy damsel in distress would be an excellent place to start—if
only he can give her one very good reason to love New York.
How amazing that had been. Ordinary May, being pursued by the
Packers’ bad-boy second-string quarterback. Being respected by
him. And from the very beginning, she’d kept his head screwed on straight.
Oh, she was an idiot.
A plain, unremarkable sort of idiot, standing on a stage where she
didn’t belong, wearing shoes that hurt her feet and loathsome Spanx that left a
red line of shame on her belly when she finally peeled herself out of them.
Unsexy. Uninteresting. Steady. That’s what Dan saw when he looked at
her. He loved her for being mind-numbingly safe.
It’s
been four years since I met May, he’d said. I left all my old ways behind. I
quit thinking about sex and started focusing on the one thing that matters to
me most.
Her heart had tripped then. Don’t, she’d thought, with encroaching
dread.
Please, please, don’t make it worse.
But he had. He’d told three hundred strangers that the one thing
that mattered to him most was—wait for it—football.
And something had happened to her.
The diamond in Dan’s hand flashed under the stage lights, so bright
it made her eyes hurt. So bright it set surreptitious shards of fierceness
ablaze in her. Her toes had curled inside the sexy shoes she’d bought for this
special occasion. Her calves had bunched beneath her silk stockings. Her
stomach had tensed below its corset-by-another-name.
She’d felt so bad, it was almost good.
And that moment—those seconds—had drawn a line across her life,
dividing it into Before and After.
She didn’t want to remember all the lurid details: the shouts, the
camera flashes going off as Dan inspected his injured hand in shock. How placid
and far away she’d felt afterward as Dan’s agent rushed them offstage and
shuffled them, not to New Jersey, where they actually lived, but to Dan’s
Manhattan apartment, where they were instructed to hole up and keep their
mouths shut.
She was still angry, but her anger had gone underground and turned
into a sort of muffled restlessness. A buried, insistent refusal that
made it hard for her to sit still, to do as she was told, to listen to Dan
reassuring her that she was being hasty, that it wasn’t over, that everything
would work out.
He’d left for a meeting with the team’s PR people, and she’d written
him a note, grabbed her purse, and run.
Her plan was to get to Newark Airport, change her ticket, and fly
home. But she hadn’t gotten that far, because the lobby had been full of
flashbulbs and shouting, and a man dressed like a security guard had grabbed
her by the arm, led her to a side entrance of the building, and—just when she
was feeling relieved to have escaped—plucked her purse off her shoulder and
run.
She’d been left in an alley with five bucks and a MetroCard, and the
only logical thing to do was go back to the apartment.
But the before-and-after line she’d drawn had followed her into the
alley. She’d sensed that if she turned around she might see it, thick and black
and wet, painted across the ground directly behind her heels.
The line said You can’t go back.
She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to talk to
Dan. But neither did she want to be sitting here, broke, with no purse and no
friends or family within a thousand miles, and no phone to call them with.
Her four-book
series about the Clark family of Camelot, Ohio, has won accolades for its
fresh, funny portrayal of small-town Midwestern life. Ruthie also writes New
Adult romance as Robin York. She moonlights as a mother, Tweets incessantly,
and bakes a mean focaccia. She’d love to hear from you, so visit her website
and drop her a line.
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