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Friday, April 18, 2014

My Mistake by Anne Conley with GIVEAWAY & REVIEW

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 Book Blurb/Synopsis- 

Welcome to Serendipity, Texas, where the days are hot and the nights are steamy. Meet real people with real problems, as they live life and find love in a small town.

12 years ago, Brent walked away from his one big love, and has regretted it ever since. He’s done nothing but make mistake after mistake with his life. Now, he’s finally getting his act together, starting up a sanctuary for abused and neglected horses, and staying clean.

Casey had put Brent out of her mind the best way she knew how, by going on with her own life: getting married and trying to have kids. When her marriage ends up being a mistake, she moves back in with her mother in Serendipity to lick her wounds. What she doesn't expect is Brent, waltzing back into her life.

Can they put their own and each other’s mistakes behind them to move forward together? When Casey’s life is put in danger, Brent steps up, but will it be enough?

My Mistake is book seven in the Stories of Serendipity. You will meet some of the same characters, but they are all stand-alone novels.y


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  Excerpt-

When he came back around to the front of the barn, she was sitting on top of a bale of hay, holding up a brown paper back with a grease stain on the bottom. Mooch, traitor that he was, perched at her feet, looking up at her adoringly, waiting for her to drop the bag.

“Mama sent some chicken and biscuits.”

He grunted an acknowledgment, and pulled his hat lower over his eyes so he didn't have to see the pain in hers.

She stood, setting the bag down next to her, and sauntered over to the stall where he was spreading fresh straw.

“What’s wrong?”

He couldn't think of the words to say to her. Everything that came to mind was wrong, and Brent knew that there was no way to have this conversation without hurting her. But he had to, or else he would end up hurting her worse in the long run.

As he kicked straw around the floor of the stall, he knew he was being stupid. For the last two weeks, all he’d talked about was how badly he wanted her to stay with him. And now he was about to do this…

He finally stopped when she said, “Brent. You’re scaring me. Is this about me not being able to have kids?”

“No.” Brent brushed past her to go to the feed room. Rattling the bucket brought in the mare, an enormous equine with a shaggy coat and bones showing through loose skin. She followed him into the stall, as he emptied the bucket into her feed trough, and then started pulling the injections from his pockets and preparing them silently.

When he had the first one ready, he finally got the guts to raise his head and look at Casey and deliver the brilliant line he’d spent the past ten minutes coming up with. “I need to think about some stuff.”

Her mouth dropped, and Brent lowered his head to the mare’s shoulder. While she was distracted, eating, he pinched some skin between his gloved fingers and stuck in the needle, pushing the plunger.

Brent had no idea what happened next. All he was aware of was a swift intake of breath, before he saw a wall of brown crush into him, then a jumble of whinnies, a frantic woof, a shrill scream, some clatters, then hoofs aimed at his chest, before blackness took over.

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My Review
My Mistake
By Anne Conley
Review by Christina
Casey is picking up the pieces after her recent divorce. She’s living back at home with her mom, finishing up with a job she’s not sure she wants to do anymore. She’s back in her hometown, looking to make changes, when a blast from the past comes through and knocks her off her feet. Little did she know ogling the hot guy installing a roof down the road would change her life so dramatically.

Brent works odd jobs to help support the one thing he truly loves, his fledgling horse sanctuary. He’s just starting out so he needs to supplement his income however he can and that includes things like roofing. When he finds himself in his friend Casey’s neighborhood, he wonders if she is back in town. He ends up on her doorstep and the rest, as they say, is history.

Brent & Casey could have once been classified as a sure thing. Casey is best friends with Brent’s younger sister Summer. They grew up together, but when Casey graduated from high school, Brent was questioning his place in her life, thinking Casey deserved better than him. So when Casey went on to get married, he kept his silence, even though there was still that pull between them.

Brent & Casey quickly pick up where they left off years ago, igniting a very hot relationship between the two. But Brent knows Casey’s history, namely an alcoholic father, and he’s afraid that some of the demons of his own past are going to come back to haunt them, and Casey is no longer going to be interested.

When odd things start turning up missing around her house and there is evidence that someone has broken in, Casey’s world is quickly turned upside down and she is no longer sure of who she can trust. While her divorce was somewhat less than amicable, her ex-husband has pursued a new life with his mistress and their baby, something that he was always quick to point out that Casey could not give him. And so much time has passed with Brent, could she trust him? Especially given the other secrets he’s keeping from her?

My Mistake was a fast, engaging, scorching hot read. The passion and fire felt between Brent & Casey was palpable, and you could really get a sense of their shared history together. I loved Brent as a character. He wasn’t your typical alpha male. He is sweet and passionate, kind of the all-American guy next door. Casey is fun and flirty with a penchant for matching her underclothes to her shoes. There were little quirks like that that made the characters endearing.


My only complaint is that I wish there was more. While the storyline and characters were certainly well developed, I can’t help but feel that there is more to the story that can be told. More glimpses into their past, as well as a better look into Casey’s failed marriage, because it had such a huge impact on the outcome of the story. This was the first book I’ve written by Ms. Conley and it certainly won’t be the last! My Mistake was a solid four star read.
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Author bio- 

Anne Conley lives in a small town in East Texas, with her husband, two kids and numerous goats. She brazenly stole her pseudonym from her great-grandmother, a true pioneer woman who raised seven kids alone: churning butter, plucking chickens, knitting clothes, and putting coal oil on every visible wound. Anne’s Stories of serendipity feature real people, living life and finding love in a small town. She also has a Paranormal Romance series, the Four Winds about archangels “falling” in love and coping with turning into humans Her writing is escapist therepy, and she succumbs to it every chance she gets.

 

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Giveaway Prizes Up For Grabs 

One winner (US only) will receive an Autographed copy of Hot Mess, a Story of Serendipity 

One winner will receive all seven ebooks of the Stories of Serendipity, Neighborly Complications, Dream On, Chef’s Delight, Hot Mess, Falling for Him, Gambling on Love, and My Mistake. 

One winner will receive a FREE ebook of My Mistake

 

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Thursday, July 18, 2013

Hot Mess by Anne Conley

 Synopsis

Sam is a single dad, trying to get over the death of his ex-wife, and help his daughter move on from the loss of her mother.

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Rachel is a single mom with a secret of her own that has kept her out of the dating scene for years.
What happens when this drop-dead gorgeous firefighter moves in across the street from the reticent woman with a past?
Sparks fly as the heat level rises in this new novel of Serendipity. 

Teaser
Rachel was mopping her floors the next morning, trying to forget last night while Sophia was stripping the beds to wash sheets when a knock at the door sent Sophie running to see who it was.  A squeal of delight, met with a matching squeal took Rachel to see what the hubbub was all about.  Her hands immediately moved to straighten her hair, when she saw Sam's massive frame leaning nonchalantly in her living room doorway, his enormous frame crowding the small space.
"Hey there," she squeaked, suddenly breathless in his presence.  Memories of last night flashed, unbidden to her consciousness.  The way his arms felt around her, leading Rachel around the dance floor with the grace and ease of an old married couple.  She had filed the memory away, to revisit on rainy days when she was feeling sorry for herself, but seeing Sam in her doorway made it jump to the forefront of her mind like a toddler craving attention, saying, "Look at me!"
He didn't move, his arctic blue eyes on her, intense, just like they were last night.  Electricity sizzled in the cozy room, causing sweat to break out in Rachel's armpits.
"Hey," he said, as nonchalantly as he looked.  As if the attraction that nearly brought Rachel to her knees didn't affect him at all.  He pushed himself off the door frame, and took the two steps across the room that his long legs needed to reach Rachel.  "Why did you run away last night?"
"I was just fixing to leave anyways.  You know, babysitters and all..."  She was trying to match his nonchalance, but it came out a stammering mess.
His eyes narrowed on her, making a flush steal across her cheeks.  "You had just gotten there.  I saw you walk in the door."
"Oh…"  Damn.  He kept staring at her.  "Um…I don't know, Sam."  She sighed, unable to come up with a suitable excuse.
"Were you running?"
"Maybe."
"Why?"  His gaze was still on her, intense, boring for the truth that she wasn't willing to give him.
"You were so mad the last time we spoke.  I can't read you."
Sam's mouth opened to say something, then shut with a snap.  His eyes traveled her face, from her eyes to her lips, and back again.  Seeming to reach a conclusion, he said, "Read this, Rachel."  Before she could react, his hands were on her face, keeping her from escaping his mouth, tongue against her lips searching for access.
Her hands reflexively went to his chest to push him away, but then his scent invaded her senses, and she was lost to his masculinity, his very presence overwhelming her.  She opened up to him, grudgingly granting his tongue entry with a weak whimper.  
A triumphant growl rumbled from the back of his throat, and his kiss deepened in intensity, causing emotions to well up that Rachel had never felt before.  His tongue swept into her mouth, and she tasted him, his hunger and his desire, and she suddenly wanted more.
As her tongue tentatively met his, she realized that this was good.  This was something that she had denied herself for so long, and now that she allowed herself to feel this, she didn't ever want to stop.  She had never been kissed this way before, it was a kiss that made her ache at the thought it would have to end.
Her fingers spread against his chest, moving upward, to feel the hard planes of his pecs, his shoulder muscles, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper.  His arms went around her waist, squeezing her against him gently, his massive hands spanning her back.
Abruptly, he ended the kiss that was rapidly changing Rachel's life, and took a step back, still holding her waist.
Rachel couldn't catch her breath, her knees were weak, and her pulse was racing.  Reality crashed down on her, and she remembered that there were two ten year olds in her house, and she was standing here in her living room, breaking every promise she'd ever made to herself.
Sam squeezed her waist again, gently, before releasing her and walking over to settle in a chair in the corner of the room.  Rachel inhaled deeply, then exhaled a deep shuddering breath and looked at the face of the man who was causing her so much turmoil.
He was smirking.
Rachel couldn't find her voice.  It had obviously fled to the place where all of her resolutions had gone.  
"Can you read me now?"

Author Bio 

Anne Conley lives in a small town in East Texas, not unlike Serendipity, with her husband, two kids and numerous goats.  She brazenly stole her pseudonym from her great-grandmother, a true pioneer woman who raised seven kids alone: churning butter, plucking chickens, knitting clothes, and putting coal oil on every visible wounds.  She also peed standing up, probably because she didn’t have time to go to the outhouse.  Anne loves hearing from her readers, so contact her to let her know what you think.


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