#BookGiveaway: The Summer of Impossible Things by Rowan Coleman

the summer of impossible thingsAbout the Book

Thirty years ago, something terrible happened to Luna’s mother. Something she’s only prepared to reveal after her death. In settling her mother’s affair, Luna finds more questions than answers, until something impossible and magical happens…Luna meets her mother as a young woman back in the summer of 1977. If she can truly travel back in time, she can change things. But in order to save her mother’s life, will she have to sacrifice her own?

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#BookBlitz & Free Download! Maybe This Time by Claire Yezbak Fadden

About the Book

Architect
Kate Jameson has sworn off men. That is until she meets Eric, the handsome son
of her current client. Fresh out of a messy relationship with a co-worker,
Kate’s not ready to trust her judgement where men are concerned. She dodges
Eric’s advances, but can’t deny the attraction growing between them.
Everything–especially his soul-searing brown eyes–makes her want to throw
caution to the wind and try again. At her sister’s prodding, Kate finally
agrees to date Eric, surprised at the joy he brings into her life. But when
their budding romance is threatened, Kate is forced to make hard decisions and
fight for her true happiness.
Undercover
CIA agent Eric Wiley has survived enough loss in his life to ever want to risk
being hurt again. He has long since given up on true love. Still, he’s drawn to
Kate in a way he can’t rationalize. Avoiding her isn’t working and for the
first time in a relationship, he wants to be truthful about his past and his
career. Before their romance can bloom, however, Kate goes missing. Recognizing
the danger, Eric stops at nothing to rescue the woman who has captured his
heart.
 
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About the Author
When
she’s not playing with her granddaughter, Pennsylvania native Claire Yezbak
Fadden is writing contemporary women’s fiction. Her books feature strong women
who overcome life’s challenges, always putting their families first. Claire
loves butterflies, ladybugs and holds a special affinity for carousel horses –
quite possibly the result of watching “Mary Poppins” 13 times as a young girl.
Claire loves to cheer on the San
Diego State Aztecs, her alma mater, and is a big fan of the Pittsburgh Pirates,
Steelers and Penguins. The mother of three, she lives in Orange County,
California with her husband, Nick and two spoiled dogs, Bandit and Jersey Girl.
Claire’s work as an award-winning journalist, humor columnist and editor has
appeared in 100 publications across the United States, Canada and Australia.
Maybe This
Time

is a continuation of her Begin Again series, starting with her debut novel,
A Corner of
Her Heart
.
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EXCERPT
 Kate walked faster, but Colleen stopped.
“There’s a guy back there waving at you. Kinda nice looking. Now he’s coming
our way.” Colleen smiled as though inviting him to come closer.
“Don’t encourage him,” Kate said.
“Too late. Here he is.” Colleen
made a sweeping motion as though she were a hostess on a game show introducing
today’s prizes.
Oh God, his eyes are browner than I remember.
“Kate, I’m glad I caught you,”
Eric said. “Sorry I missed you on the phone. I got back into town early.”
“I see that,” Kate muttered, her
icy tone coating each word. Not going through this drama again. Crazy guy.
Multiple girlfriends. Bad endings.
“I’m Eric Wiley,” he said,
offering his hand for Colleen to shake before returning his attention to Kate.
“So maybe we can set up that
coffee date. There’s a great little place a couple of doors down.”
“I know. Colleen and I just had
coffee there.”
“And scones,” Colleen chimed in,
handing Kate her bag of leftovers. “I’ve got to get going. I have class in
thirty minutes.”
“Teacher or student?” Eric asked.
“Yoga instructor.”
“Nice. Maybe I can take your class
sometime. It’s not that sweaty yoga, is it?”
“No, it’s more of a flow class.
Kate can tell you all about it.” Colleen tapped Kate on the shoulder. “I’ll see
you later,” she said before scurrying toward the yoga studio.
“I like your friend,” Eric said
gesturing to Colleen’s back.
“She’s pretty terrific. We met in
her class. Used to be a cop.” Kate wanted to run away, but her feet grounded
into the earth as though an alien force rooted them in place. All the small
talk didn’t comfort her. Minutes before this guy was kissing another woman, and
now he was flirting with her. Was there no end to his nerve?
“Now that’s really switching
career paths,” Eric said. “I consider doing that sometimes.”
“And leave the family business for
what? I don’t see that happening.” You’re such a privileged mama’s boy, Kate
wanted to say, but didn’t. Truth was during their earlier interactions, Eric
didn’t strike her as someone who life had been easy on. It was obvious his
parents leaned on his judgment. Eric presented himself as a self-made man,
working for what success came his way. Still, he was hiding something she
couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Granted with business-owner
parents, his path may have been smoother than many. Even if your folks set you
up, you’re the one who has to walk that path. Kate knew lots of privileged
folks who took the benefits they were born into and managed to drink, gamble or
in some other way squander their advantage, as though opportunity was an
all-you-can-eat buffet. Made a bad choice, no problem. Just get a clean plate
and try again. The sports pages and movie magazines were filled with celebrity
examples. A couple of Kate’s sorority sisters were still trying to find
themselves. That’s what they claimed at the last reunion.
“You’d be surprised. I can tell
you more about my future plans over a hot mocha.”
Kate readjusted her purse strap
and leaned away. “Thanks for the invite, but I need to get to work. We’re
already brainstorming the next complex. Proposal is due in two weeks.”
“Yeah, I know. We talked about
your innovative ideas. I thought they were great. You’re great.” Eric licked
his lips and stepped closer. “Seems to me like we connected, at least a little
bit, but if you’re not interested, just say so. You don’t have to go through
not answering my calls and giving me the brush off. Just be honest. It will
save us both a lot of time.”
Kate shoved her paper pastry bag
in her coat pocket and crossed her arms. “Honesty? Is that the most important
value to you, because I believe in always telling the truth. I always tell the
truth.”
“And you’re suggesting I don’t?”
Eric’s nostrils flared with anger, causing Kate to step back. “We are standing
in the street arguing about I don’t know what. Do you want to have a cup of
coffee with me or not? It’s just that simple.”
“Not until you answer a question
first.” Kate straightened to her full five-foot-six height. “Who were you
kissing a moment ago?”
“Kissing? What are you talking
about?”
“Near the cab. The woman who
kissed you. Who is she? You’re an only child, so I know that wasn’t your
sister. A cousin, maybe?” Kate huffed.
Eric’s eyes widened.
Is this how he stalls for time,
cooking up a lie, Kate thought. This should be really good. She waited, even
tapped the toe of her boot a time or two. “Well?”
“Like I said on my call, business
ended early. I grabbed a cab with a coworker. End of story.”

 

“Not quite. Here comes your
coworker, and she looks ticked.”

Author Interview: Kevin Dickson

blind itemCan you tell us a little about your background as a Hollywood Insider?

After years of legitimate celebrity journalism, I found myself working at a tabloid in 2002, and in the course of that work, I befriended a bunch of celebrities. In the years since, I’ve juggled both worlds. I got to see what it takes to send a story viral in the weeklies, and the flip side of that, how a variety of famous people function in private. I became fascinated by the mechanics of fame, and the power of its illusion over people who have it, want it or despise it.

What made you decide to work on writing Blind Item?

My co-writer Jack and I had worked together for many years. He is a publicist, and quite often he worked crisis PR, taking on clients who were embroiled in a scandal at the time and guiding them through it. His clients were like gold for the tabloids, and I was always calling him and bugging him for stories. We would meet and discuss the problem at hand, but as he came to trust me, we would exchange hilariously lurid anecdotes that we’d seen or heard. We knew they couldn’t be published but we always joked that one day we’d write a book that incorporated them. In late 2013, I burned out on the tabloid grind, and I knew it was time to begin work on the book that became Blind Item. There were a couple false starts and for a long time we really didn’t know what we were doing but eventually we landed at Imprint and they immediately loved our little book.

How did you get started as an entertainment journalist?

There was a Simpsons episode in which Homer Simpson kisses his male assistant. I’d heard about it before it aired in my native Australia, but when the episode finally aired, the Aussie network censored the kiss. I called a newspaper in Sydney and complained about it. The editor asked me to prove it, so I went in to meet him, wildly over-caffeinated and apparently equally opinionated. At the end of the meeting, he asked me to write the story, and simultaneously offered me a weekly TV column. Within a year, I went from being a computer programmer to doing celebrity interviews for Cosmo, and then became the national TV critic for The Australian. I moved to Los Angeles in 1997 and the rest is history.

kevin dicksonWhat has been one of your most memorable celebrity experiences that you can share with us?

There are so many, both good and bad, but a firm favorite is the night I spent with a very pregnant Mariah Carey. We’d arranged to do a photoshoot with her at 1pm on a Friday. We heard she was running late, so the photographer and I arrived at her house at 3pm. We were handed a cup of coffee and told to wait for her to summon us. Which she eventually did, ten hours later, at 1am. She was amazing – sweet, earthy and completely bonkers, all in the best way possible. She was also massively pregnant and deathly afraid of looking fat in the photos. She didn’t know how to pose to minimize her size. I offered to help, but needed her permission to touch her to get her into position. She agreed happily, and so, from 1am until the shoot ended at 5am, while an endless mix of her own music played, I hoisted Mariah Carey’s butt and big pregnancy boobs into various photogenic positions. She was delightful and funny the whole time. It was a great night. It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I had forgotten to get a photo with her.

Why was Blind Item a novel you wanted to publish?

From the outset, we wanted to write a novel that would make people happy. We wanted to touch people and make them laugh. And we loved the idea of folding in a series of real-life scandals that people can read and then go and call their best friend and try to figure it out. Finding out the identity of a blind item is never as much fun as guessing with your friends, and that’s what we were aiming for: a book to enjoy on your own, but also to laugh about with your friends. Times are tough enough right now, we wanted to give people a fun, guilty pleasure.

Can we expect another novel from you?

Why, yes you can. We are currently at work on a sequel to Blind Item that will be released in 2018. Once that is done in a month or so, I am planning to get to work on at least two standalone novels that aren’t connected to Blind Item. I’m so in love with the characters in Blind Item but they’ve been living rent-free inside my head for four years now, and I’d like a little break from them, especially Gaynor. Nobody needs Gaynor inside their brain for any length of time.