#NovelSpotlight: Blokes, Beers and Burritos by Jo Blakeley

blokes beer burritosAbout the Book

Cath Brown is an ordinary twenty-something who is fed-up with her job, eats and drinks too much, and continually falls for unsuitable men. Even though she knows she should quit them all, she can’t. Being cruelly dumped on her birthday is the final straw so she abandons her life in London and flies off to Mexico for a year’s adventure.

As her journey begins Cath receives mysterious emails from a stranger who knows too much about her to be a coincidence. The Bliss Expert promises to reveal Ten Steps to Bliss, which will give her everything she has always wanted: purpose, love, hope and happiness.  Will Cath follow the advice and change her life?

Join Cath in her wayward travels as she explores new lands, new blokes and opportunities to unleash her inner self.  Can she finally stop repeating the same patterns and find true love and happiness?

You too can change your life. Follow the Ten Steps to Bliss with Cath and discover the powerful effects they can have to find your own bliss and become the best version of yourself.

Guest Blogger: Playing House Author Laura Chapman

GUEST POST PROMPT: HOME TOUR

My new novel, Playing House, explores the world (and romances) behind-the-scenes of a hit home improvement show.

While I don’t pretend to be an amazing home decorator, I do have fun trying to add touch of class (okay, cuteness) and comfort to my own home. Today, I thought I’d take you readers on a little tour of my bedroom to show you some of my favorite parts. I’ll also point out a couple of future DIY projects that I’m sure I’ll get to . . . eventually.

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So here’s my bedroom, which I haven’t written about outside of Instagram before. This room is probably what falls most under the “shabby chic” heading out of any room in my home. It’s a collection of pieces found at Michaels, Ross, and Wayfair thrown together with furniture I’ve inherited through the years.

I painted the room with Behr’s Moleskin Primer in One. At $30 a gallon, this paint is pricey, but worth every penny. I used only one coat, and it covered what was once a black well as neatly and easily as it did the cream colored walls. Like I said: worth. Every. Penny.

I adore the tufted gray headboard and nightstand, both ordered from Wayfair. I have never felt more grownup than when I installed that headboard. I found the bedding at Ross and the “Dream Big” pillow at Shopko—all on sale. The New York City screen in the corner was a 30th birthday gift from my brother’s family. They didn’t necessarily buy it for my room, but I love how well it seemed to fit into this space.

The art above the bed comes from different pieces bought at Michaels. The idea came when they were having a sale on fancy letters and I couldn’t find enough in the same variety to spell anything that made sense. Channeling my inner Joanna Gaines, I mixed and matched the letters until I found “DREAM.” I later added the shelf and picture frame—also acquired on sale from Michaels—later. I’m still trying to decide what to put in that frame. It’s only been six months.

If you haven’t caught on already . . . “on sale” is a big constant for me and my home decorating.

I find this room cozy and peaceful, but there is still work to be done. You’ll have to follow along on Instagram to see how I decide to refinish my dresser, cedar chest, and rocking chair, which aren’t pictured just yet.

Playing HouseAbout the Book

She’s a work in progress . . .

Bailey Meredith has had it. As an assistant at a prestigious interior design firm, she’s tired of making coffee and filing invoices. She’ll do just about anything to get out from under the paperwork and into the field for real experience. Then she sees an ad for a job that seems too good to be true.

He’s a fixer upper . . .

Wilder Aldrich knew she would be perfect for the crew the moment he saw her. His hit home improvement show only hired the best, and Bailey had potential written all over her. It isn’t just her imaginative creativity and unmatched work ethic that grabs his attention. There’s just something about her.

With chemistry on screen, it’s only a matter of time before sparks fly behind the scenes as well. But with Bailey’s jaded views on romance and a big secret that could destroy Wilder and everyone he cares about are either of them willing to risk it all for love?

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Excerpt from Playing House

Keeping a close distance, she followed Waverly up the cracked path to the house. Bailey took quick mental notes of her surroundings. The exterior needed a lot of work. The sagging roof missing gutters made her think they’d find the inside in similar disarray. They stepped through the front door, nearly tripping over Wilder Aldrich, who was measuring the entryway.

“Hey!” He sprang to his feet and out of their way. “What did I tell you about waiting until I gave you the all clear?”

“You were taking for-frickin’-ever, and some of us were freezing our tits off.” She pursed her lips and took on a warrior stance, seemingly daring him to say something else.

Conceding victory to her, Wilder turned and flashed an apologetic grin at Bailey. “Hey.” He offered a hand. Warmth permeated through the thin material of her glove. “Welcome to Casa de Waverly.”

Giving him a smug grin, Waverly sipped her coffee and faced Bailey. “Do you have a smart phone?”

Bailey stared blankly for a second, still dazzled by seeing Wilder up close. But she quickly snapped to attention and dug her phone out of her coat pocket.

“Good,” Waverly said after inspecting it. “While you’re on the job, I’d like you to snap some photos for our social media accounts. I’ll want to vet everything before we post it, but we need to start building the buzz for the next season while we’re filming. In exchange, we’ll cover your phone payments to take care of your data usage. Understood?”

“I can do that.”

“Good. Now . . .” She pulled out her own phone. It was the latest model that had come out on the market a month ago. With all of its reported bells and whistles, it put Bailey’s poor phone to shame. “I’m going to make a quick call. I’ll be back in a few minutes, and we can get started on,” she gestured around her, “this mess.”

She spun on her heel and waltzed out of the room, cooing into the phone.

Wilder cleared his throat, and Bailey turned to give him her full attention. She estimated he was only a couple of years older than herself—maybe in his late twenties or early thirties. He looked younger in real life than he did on TV. He was leaner and a little shorter—though she still had to crane her neck a little to meet his gaze.

He was also more handsome. Not the GQ model, your tongue-sticks-to-the-top-of-your-mouth kind of sexy. But he was hot in the same way the guy you sat next to in Chemistry was. It was enough to distract you from formulas and Bunsen burners every so often, but not enough that you’d ever set the lab on fire or forget to finish your final exam.

So far, he seemed much more serious. Where was the guy who scared Waverly with a stuffed dummy in a closet in the last episode she’d watched before calling an end to the marathon?

He was, she realized, studying her every bit as closely, with those hazel eyes speckled with green. Noting that, she didn’t feel quite as rude taking mental notes on the man in front of him.

At least she looked good. She’d laid out three outfits that morning in the hotel room. The first was a long, silky turquoise tunic that she’d paired with a pair of black leggings and knee-high boots. It was similar to the clothes Waverly favored on screen—only hers weren’t name-brand knockoffs. Then she had the casual jeans, a gray T-shirt that she could dress-up with a navy blue blazer. And there was option three: dark-wash, fit jeans, a chambray shirt, and a scarf. It was an ensemble that fell somewhere in the middle. It was the one that looked the most like her when she inspected herself in the mirror.

It was the one that felt most like her now in the middle of the foyer.

She wondered what he saw when he looked at her. Did he see a confident young woman ready to tackle major projects adeptly? Or did he see someone who was desperate to create, no matter what happened? Both were correct, but which one shone through right now?

Like a light switch, that triggered something in her. She offered her hand again. “We haven’t officially met. I’m Bailey Meredith.”

About the Author

Laura Chapman is the author of First & Goal, Going for Two, Three & Out, The Marrying Type, and Playing House. A native Nebraskan, she loves football, Netflix marathons, and her cats, Jane and Bingley. She loves talking to readers. You can connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. You can also get the latest news from her website, blog, and monthly newsletter.

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#NovelSpotlight: Burned by Kimberley Patterson

About the Book

“Pay attention to the signs that arburnede all around you,” Sarah’s mother used to say. Sarah never listened, that is until her world turns upside down in the wake of her mothers death. When sifting through the fiery ashes, signs begin to appear, giving her the feeling that the accident was less of an accident and instead foul play. While Sarah struggles to understand the images haunting her dreams, she finds herself losing a grip on reality.
Based on true events, Sarah unravels the mystery surrounding her mothers death, and in doing so, uncovers an internal darkness capable of murder.”