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Thursday, 4 February 2016

Release Day : Rough & Tumble


#WhoIsBoBriggs

That’s all I saw all over social media a few years after he dumped me for a super model and was the first round draft pick for the North Carolina Hogs.

I thought I loved Bo, way back when, but it was all too cliché. He was the star quarterback and I was the head cheerleader. High school sweethearts turned college romance that crumbled when our careers twisted into different paths, or so we thought.

Oh and did I mention, I am about to start photographing his team?!

FML…This is going to be interesting to say the least.


Title : Rough & Tumble
Release Date : 4 February 2016
Author : Kristen Hope Mazzola
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EXCERPT & TEASER

I was startled awake. I had been falling fast in my dream and right before I hit the bottom, my eyes flew open. I quickly started to look around the foreign room. I couldn’t remember anything past seeing Brit and Roxy’s empty seats next to me at the club the night before.

I was in someone’s bed in a room I had never been in in my life. I was dressed in a large black shirt and my underwear and that was it.

How’d I get that fucked up last night?

I rolled out of bed. Hoping to figure out where the heck I was, I peered out the window. I knew that I
was downtown somewhere, but for the life of me I couldn’t place the streets and landmarks in my view.

I spun on my heels as I heard the door to the strange room open. My heart was pounding and I was
holding my breath as I waited to see who was coming in.

What the hell?

Of course, Bo Briggs slowly started to make his way over to me. I was paralyzed. He was engaged. What in god’s name was I doing in his room?

“How are you feeling?” He handed me a bottle of water and a couple Advil. His light blond hair was
shorter than it had been, and he looked downright military with his defined muscles, sleeves of tattoos, and crooked grin that always brought me to my knees.

“Fine.” I took the tiny pills and water from my hunky ex and chugged them down fast. In all reality, my head felt like it had been run over by a Mack truck. “What happened last night? Did we…?” I sunk onto the bed. Except for a few times in passing, it was the first time I had seen Bo in a few years. All the old buried feelings flooded me. I had known for a long time that I wasn’t over my ex, but I didn’t want him to ever know that.

“You were drugged last night at the club.”

My face felt hot, my palms turned clammy, and my head felt like it was about to explode. “What the fuck?” My voice crackled.


About The Author


​You want to know more about me? Well, let's see...

I am just an average twenty-something following my dreams.  I have a full time "day job" and by night I am an author.  I guess you could say that writing is like my super power (I always wanted one of those). I am the lover of wine, sushi, football and the ocean; that is when I am not wrapped up in the literary world.  

A portion of all my profits are donated to The Marcie Mazzola Foundation.


Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Cover Reveal : The Crashing Series


Crashing : The Wedding (The Crashing #0.5)




















**This Book is a Standalone** It is a companion novella to The Crashing Series and 
takes place before Crashing Back Down (book 1 in the series). 

Well this is freaking great…

Right when my best friend’s wedding was in full swing, the flowers were paid for,
the dresses were being tailored and the bachelorette party was planned and
nonrefundable, the bomb gets dropped right on my doorstep at four in the morning.

“The Wedding is OFF!” Mags yelled right as I opened the door to my apartment.

Oh hell no! We’re not canceling these plans. I will make this work. I will get her and
Randy on track to walking down that freaking isle. I am getting to go on a
bachelorette weekend vacation to party with my best friend! This is happening
whether Mags and Randy like it or not.

That’s what a best friend is for, right?!

***18+ for sexual situations, cursing, and adult content.***

Excerpt 

In my boots and cutoff jeans, I pulled open the heavy wooden door of The Saloon.
Whiskey and cigarette smoke burned my nostrils as I weaved around the packed bar
trying to find everyone. All of a sudden, I was scooped up from behind by my waist,
feet dangling in the air and the sound of Mitch’s voice trying to yell over the music,

“Mags! Found her! I found Cali!”

I playfully struggled in his arms, whipping around to throw my arms around one of
my best friends in the world. Mags, Randy, and Walker weren’t too far behind and
right as Walker put a drink in my hand, Mags’ and my favorite line dancing song
came on. We handed our beers off to the guys and darted to the middle of the
wooden floor to boot stomp to Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne.

By the end of the fast-paced song, we were sweating and panting as we giggled off
the dance floor.

As he handed me back my beer, Randy shouted, “Thanks for everything, Cal. Mags
told me you made her see clearly again.”

I shoved his shoulder. “Don’t mention it. Besides, who can ever deny making sure
true love finds a way?”

He laughed at me and hugged me around my shoulders. It was palpable what a good
guy Randy was and how much he cared about everyone. It was also so freaking
shocking that he and Walker were as good of friends as they were.

Walker was a two-timing, womanizing bag of dicks that had no respect for anyone
except himself, and I felt like I was the only one that saw through the fakeness of his
coy smile and good looks.

“So how does it feel to be out of the bar business for good?” Mags beamed at me as
Randy wrapped his hands around her middle.

I took a long swig. “Fucking fantastic!”

“Can you believe we’re all growing up?” Walker chimed in, handing each of us a shot.

I smelled the straight Jameson, shivers immediately radiating down my spine.
“Whiskey? Really?”

Walker winked and held his shot glass in the air to make a toast. “To Cali and her
new job, and to us, the five best friends!”

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Crashing Back Down (The Crashing #1)



















Mags McManus has just become a war widow in her mid-twenties. Her late husband,
Randy, left for the Army right after their wedding. Instead of celebrating his
homecoming and living in marital bliss with her soulmate, Mags finds herself living
in constant agony. Dealing with the guilt of still living without Randy, are Randy's
best friends and parents.

Rising from the ashes of this tragedy, Mags starts to learn how to love and trust
again, finally being able to find happiness. But sometimes things really are too good
to be true and again Mags learns how cruel the world can be as she crashes back
down.

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Falling Back Together (The Crashing #2)



















“I don't know if it’s fate, coincidence, or my curse, but I'm still breathing, and my
breaths are for you.”

Mags McManus is far from a normal woman in her mid twenties. Being a war widow,
a business professional, and a brokenhearted train wreck only skims the surface of
the layers of who Margret McManus truly is. Waking up in a hospital bed, alone and
confused, Mags once again has to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. With her
best friends by her side, Mags slowly starts to learn the answers she so desperately
longs for. But is everything going to continue to spiral out of control? Or is there a
light at the end of this dark, twisting tunnel where all the broken pieces can finally
fall back together?

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About The Author 


You want to know more about me? Well, let's see...
I am just an average twenty-something following my dreams.  I have a full time "day 
job" and by night I am an author.  I guess you could say that writing is like my super 
power (I always wanted one of those).  I am the lover of wine, sushi, football and the 
ocean; that is when I am not wrapped up in the literary world.  
Please feel free to contact me to chat about my writing, books you think I'd like or 
just to shoot the, well you know.

A portion of all my profits are donated to The Marcie Mazzola Foundation.