Tuesday, March 02, 2021

Promo: Float Plan by Trish Doller


 FLOAT PLAN

Excerpt:

Anna—

There’s a kind of jacked-up happiness that comes when you know your life is almost over, when the decision to end it becomes solid. It might be adrenaline. It might be relief. And if I had always felt like this, I might have climbed mountains or raced marathons.

Now it’s just enough to see this through.

 

I should have left you alone that first night at the bar. If I had, you wouldn’t be reading this letter at all.

You’d be walking your dog or watching TV with your boyfriend. You didn’t deserve to be dragged into my shit, and you definitely don’t deserve the pain I’m about to cause. This is not your fault. For two years you have been my only reason for living. I wish I could give you forever.


You are strong and brave, and someday you’ll be okay. You’ll fall in love, and I hate him already for being a better man. Someday you will be happy again.

 

I love you, Anna. I’m sorry.

—Ben



  



ten months and six days (1)



I walk out of my life on Thanksgiving Day.

Last-minute shoppers are clearing shelves of stuffing mix and pumpkin pie filling as I heap my cart with everything I might need. (Dry beans. Canned vegetables. Rice.) I move through the grocery store like a prepper running late for doomsday. (Boxed milk. Limes. Spare flashlight.) I am quick so I won’t lose my nerve. (Apples. Toilet paper. Red wine.) I try not to think beyond leaving. (Cabbage. Playing cards. Bottled water.) Or about what I might be leaving behind.

My mother calls as I’m wrangling the grocery bags into the back seat of my overstuffed Subaru. I haven’t told her that I won’t be there for Thanksgiving dinner, and she’s not ready to hear that I’m skipping town. Not when I’ve barely left the house for the better part of a year. She’ll have questions and I don’t have an- swers, so I let the call go to voicemail.

When I reach the dock, the Alberg is right where it should

 

be, the shiny hull painted navy blue and the transom empty, still waiting for a name. For a moment I expect Ben’s head to pop up from the companionway. I wait to see his little fuck-me grin, and to hear the excitement in his voice when he tells me today is the day. But the hatch is padlocked, and the deck is covered in bird shit—another part of my life I’ve let fall into neglect.

Ten months and six days ago, Ben swallowed a bottle of pre- scription Paxil and chased it with the cheap tequila that lived under the sink, and I don’t know why. He was already gone when I came home from work and found him on the kitchen floor. In his suicide note, he told me I was his reason for living. Why was I not enough?

I breathe in deep, to the bottom of my lungs. Let it out slowly.

Step onto the boat and unlock the hatch.

The air is stale and hot, smelling of wood wax, new canvas, and a hint of diesel. I haven’t been aboard since before Ben died. Spiders have spun their homes in the corners of the cabin and a layer of dust has settled on every surface, but the changes leave me breathless. The interior brightwork is varnished and glossy. The ugly original brown-plaid cushion covers have been replaced with red canvas and Peruvian stripes. And a framed graphic hangs on the forward bulkhead that reads i & love & you.

“Why do all this work for a trip you’ll never take?” I say out loud, but it’s another question without an answer. I wipe my eyes on the sleeve of my T-shirt. One of the things I’ve learned is that suicide doesn’t break a person’s heart just once.

It takes me the rest of the morning to clean the boat, unload the contents of my car, and stow everything away. Traces of Ben are everywhere: a saucepan at the bottom of the hanging locker,


an expired six-pack of Heineken in the cockpit lazarette, a moldy orange life jacket stuffed in the refrigerator. I throw these things in the trash, but even with my spider plant hanging from an over- head handrail and my books lining the shelf, the boat belongs to Ben. He chose it. He did the renovations. He charted the course. He set the departure date. My presence feels like a layer as tem- porary as dust.

The last thing in my trunk is a shoebox filled with photos taken using Ben’s old Polaroid, a dried hibiscus flower from our first date, a handful of dirty-sexy love letters, and a suicide note. I take out a single photo—Ben and me at the Hillsboro Inlet Lighthouse about a week before he died—and stash the box in the bottom drawer of the navigation station. I tape the photo to the wall in the V-berth, right above my pillow.

And it’s time to go.

My only plan was to spend today in bed—my only plan since Ben’s death—but I was startled out of sleep by an alarm. The notification on my phone said: TODAY IS THE DAY, ANNA! WE’RE GOING SAILING! Ben had programmed the event into my calendar almost three years ago—on the day he showed me his sailboat and asked me to sail the world with him—and I had forgotten. I cried until my eyelashes hurt, because there is no lon- ger a we and I’ve forgotten how to be me without Ben. Then I got out of bed and started packing.

I’ve never been sailing without Ben. I don’t always get the ter- minology correct—it’s a line, Anna, not a rope—and I’ll be lucky if I make it to the end of the river. But I am less afraid of what might become of me while sailing alone in the Caribbean than of what might become of me if I stay.



FLOAT PLAN



Book Info

Back Cover Copy:

Heartbroken by the loss of her fiancé, adventurous Anna finds a second chance at love with an Irish sailor in this riveting, emotional romance.

After a reminder goes off for the Caribbean sailing trip Anna was supposed to take with her fiancé, she impulsively goes to sea in the sailboat he left her, intending to complete the voyage alone.

But after a treacherous night’s sail, she realizes she can’t do it by herself and hires Keane, a professional sailor, to help. Much like Anna, Keane is struggling with a very different future than the one he had planned. As romance rises with the tide, they discover that it’s never too late to chart a new course.

In Trish Doller’s unforgettable Float Plan, starting over doesn't mean letting go of your past, it means making room for your future.

"The perfect escape. Fresh, funny, and romantic. I wish I could sail away with this book." - Meg Cabot, New York Times bestselling author of The Princess Diaries and Little Bridge series


Author bio:

TRISH DOLLER is the author of novels for teens and adults about love, life, and finding your place in the world. A former journalist and radio personality, Trish has written several YA novels, including the critically acclaimed Something Like Normal, as well as Float Plan, her adult women's fiction debut. When she's not writing, Trish loves sailing, traveling, and avoiding housework. She lives in southwest Florida with an opinionated herding dog and an ex-pirate.


Buy link: https://read.macmillan.com/lp/float-plan/


Social Links: @TrishDoller on Instagram and Twitter

Monday, March 01, 2021

Cover Reveal: This Love by Lissa Lynn Thomas

 

Title: This Love
Series: Renegades Book #1
Author: Lissa Lynn Thomas
Genre: Small Town, Second Chance, Friends to Lovers, Love Triangle, Country/Rockstar Romance
Release Date: April 13, 2021
Cover Design: Marisa at Cover Me Darling



I'm a country song waiting to happen.

No, seriously.

Two lifelong best friends, my best friend and my ex, closer than brothers with one girl stuck in the middle. Of course, that girl would be me. And, to make things even more fraught, they're both members of the area's hottest Country band. That I manage.

The worst part of all this, though, is that I know I'm going to break someone's heart. Might even break all three of our hearts...

At least they're sure to get a hit song out of this?





I nudge Raif's shoulder with my own and speak out of the side of my mouth, "Last chance to run, brother."

He sighs, but doesn't even turn his head to look at me. Reverend Brownell, situated on Raif's other side, on the other hand, looks less than thrilled with me.

Guess I was louder than I thought.

Damn it. At least I tried.

I'm distracted from thoughts of kidnapping the groom before he can make the biggest mistake of his life by the appearance of the love of my life at the end of the aisle. Chloe Jane Morris has owned my heart since I learned that girls weren't all evil. Just my sisters, it turns out. Well, and Pippa. But that's a given at this point.

Even with a fake smile plastered on her face, she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Big serious green eyes framed with thick dark lashes, a heart-shaped face dotted with a smattering of freckles and a full mouth. Her cascade of mahogany hair is curled into perfect ringlets that bounce down to the small of her back, tiny pink rosettes threaded through the silky length. Pippa forced her into a strapless pink dress that barely hits her knees and a matching pair of ridiculously high heels. The dress looks more like something a ballerina would wear.

Also, pink. Chloe loathes pink.

She takes slow, measured steps until she's standing across from me. Her eyes look to mine when she stills and her pretty face flushes, our eyes locked on each other for a moment. I can still see longing there. Or is that in my head?

No. It's there.

She smiles at me, the same smile that's been knocking me out since we were kids. She may have ended things with me almost two years ago now, but I know in my soul that she's my one and only. I still don't know why she ended it.

We were happy. Blissfully so. I know she wasn't faking that.

Chloe drops my eyes finally, straightening her shoulders as though pulling herself together.

It's a wearying tightrope walk of trying to be her friend and not let anyone see how I still burn for her.





Lissa Lynn Thomas writes flawed individuals living in stories that mix humor with the darker side of life and love. With Helena Novak, she's one half of A.L. Shea.



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Promo: Refined Cadence by Angela K. Parker

 

Title: Refined Cadence
Series: Motion #2
Author: Angela K. Parker
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 16, 2021


Rose was Luke’s high school crush. Years ago he asked her out and was left hanging. He still remembers her laughter slapping him in the face.

She was a heartbreaker—Luke’s heartbreaker, and he’s been avoiding her from the moment their eyes met again. When she’d come around, he would disappear.

When Rose shows up to their best friend’s wedding on the arm of another guy, something inside of Luke changes. He’s a selfish man, and she doesn’t belong to him. He doesn’t want to admit that he wants her, but he can’t stand to see her with someone else. So, he’s left with only one option—prevent his heartbreaker from becoming anyone else’s.

Luke throws himself into Rose’s life, and she allows it. Only it’s not what she’d hoped. She wants all of him, but unresolved remnants of his past won’t permit it. The more time they spend together, the harder it is to keep his secret. Luke soon realizes that the only way to have a future with Rose is to stop avoiding his past, but he’s afraid that if he drags her into his mud, he’ll lose her all over again.









 



Angela K. Parker is a country girl with a big heart. She's a South Carolina native with a passion for writing, reading, music, & math. When she’s not engaged in any of the above, she’s spending time with her family or catching up on the latest movies. She’s always had a very active imagination. Now she’s putting it to good use.



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