Release Day : F U Cancer

Lucy has always been a good girl. The most hardcore thing she's done in her life was
falling for a divorced man ten years her senior.

But he was the love of her life and she married him. When her Peter Pan of a
husband decided to divorce her, she thought it was her chance to start anew. That
was until she was diagnosed with breast cancer. Besides looking like Britney circa
2007, she is taking it well, real well. You might see her walk around the hospital
during chemo sessions with bright colored wigs and outrageous t-shirts that seem
to shock the most conservative employees. One of them reads F U CANCER.

Title : F U Cancer
Release Date : 29 December 2015
Genre : Romance
Author : Hilaria Alexander
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EXCERPT & TEASER

I should have suspected something. Instead, when the doorbell rang, I opened the
door without the slightest idea of what was waiting for me.

Beverly showed up on my doorstep along with the man I had tried to keep away all
week.

“Shit,” I said. “What now?”

Brandon smiled, but looked sheepish, which made me worry. He was holding a
bouquet of roses, and handed it to me without saying a word. I took it and thanked
him, and when I locked eyes with his, I felt a million different feelings unleash inside
of me.

He was giving me that hooded, cautious look. His eyes looked a deeper blue than
usual. My eyes fell on his mouth and I realized how much I had missed his touch.
I wanted to jump into his arms, but there was still doubt in my heart and it was
weighing the happy-go-lucky part of me down.

“Okay, so…as you might have guessed by now, you and I aren’t going anywhere,”
Beverly spoke. “But you and Brandon are going on a little adventure–”

“What?” I turned to her snapping out of my Brandon-induced daydream.

“Yes! And you have to leave, like…right now. So, chop-chop!”

I looked at Brandon quizzically. “What do you have to say? Cat got your tongue?” I
joked.

“I want you to come with me. I don’t want to have to persuade you. I’m also afraid
I’m going to spill the beans and ruin the whole thing,” he said.

“You seem pretty good at keeping things to yourself,” I sneered.

“Alright! Easy, woman! Come on, time to go!” She came behind me and started
pushing me towards Brandon’s car.

“Okay, okay!” I took my purse, locked the house and unwillingly walked to the car,
all with the flowers in my arms. “Crap! I forgot about the flowers. I turned to
Beverly. “You have the keys to my house, right? Would you mind putting them in a
vase?”

“I’ll do it,” she replied.

“Thanks.”

“But first, there’s something else I have to do.” She exchanged a look with Brandon
and I stared confused at the two of them.

She got a strip of black fabric out of her purse. What the hell was that?

“Turn around,” she commanded.

“What?”

“Turn around. I have to put this blindfold on you.”

“Seriously?” I gasped. How could these two people be those I used to think I
trusted? “Am I not coming willingly?” I asked Brandon.

“This is her idea,” he replied, tilting his head in Beverly’s direction.

Of course. I should have known. Miss lover of kinky steamy romance novels.

“Well, it’s not necessary,” I argued.

“It totally is,” Beverly rebuffed. “It’s going to ruin the whole surprise. Wear the
motherfucking blindfold or so help me God, Lucy.”

“Okay, okay.” Jeez. Who knew she could be such a Bossypants? “You’re making me
reconsider our friendship, you know,” I told her.

“Lies,” she said, tying the knot behind my head. “All done!” she exclaimed and then
pinched my butt.

“Ouch!”

“Awww, stop it, you sissy. Give me these.” She took the flowers from my arms.
Brandon took my hand and just the feeling of his warm fingers around mine, made
my heart jump a little. I exhaled.

“I promise you, this is going to be good,” he whispered in my ear. God, his voice
sounded even sexier than I remembered.

He helped me in the car and put the seatbelt around me. His lips brushed against
mine just for a second, and I gasped.

“I have to admit, I do like this blindfold,” he teased.

“Of course you do.”

“I almost forgot,” Beverly said. She took my hand and placed some lightweight object
in my hand. It was shaped like a square and it was made of paper.

“What is it?”

“A CD mix. A little ‘sorry for blindfolding you, friend, have a great time on your
mystery road trip’ playlist.”

“Road trip?” I asked.

“Oops, I said too much. Anyway, I’m sure you’re going to hate me a little less after
you listen to it.”

“If you say so.”

“Have a fabulous night and don’t forget to tell your best friend she’s the best when
you end up having a great time.”

“We’ll see about that,” I joked and smiled, but I wondered if she knew I was joking. I
couldn’t see her and wasn’t sure if she was smiling.

“Bye, Lucy. I wuv you!”

“Wuv you too!”

She closed the door, and a moment later I heard Brandon’s door open and he sat in
the passenger seat. He closed his door and started the car.

“Where are we going?” I asked him.

“You’ll see.”

“Well, at the moment, I can’t see anything.” He laughed. It was a warm, rich sound
that eased up the nervousness and made me smile.

“I missed your smile,” he said. “I can’t believe you had the strength to stay away
from me a whole week.”

“Eight days,” I corrected him.

“Were you going to keep giving me the cold shoulder if I hadn’t showed up at your
door?”

“I don’t know.” I heard him exhale a deep breath and wondered if that hurt his
feelings. It was easier to be indifferent to him when he wasn’t around. Now, in the
small space of the car, my head swam in his scent, his words made my heartbeat
speed up, and a warm and fuzzy feeling spread into my chest. The knots in my
stomach dissolved and the words almost come rushing out of my mouth.

“I missed you too.”

“Good,” he said.

About The Author

Hilaria Alexander was born and raised in the south of Italy, where her family still 

lives. She attended college at the Istituto Universitario Orientale in Naples, Italy, and 

lived one year in Tokyo, Japan, as part of an exchange student program. She now 

lives in Oklahoma City with her husband and kids. When she isn't at work, she is 

reading, catching up on her favorite TV shows and coming up with new stories. She 

loves traveling and is a self-proclaimed concert addict.

FU Cancer is her third romance novel. She published her first novel, Prude, in 

January 2015, and a second one, This Love, in August 2015.

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Notes From Me : Guys, look at those teaser and cover !! I just freaking love the design for this book like good job to whoever design this !! 

Cover Reveal : F U Cancer

Lucy has always been a good girl. The most hardcore thing she's done in her life was falling for a
divorced man ten years her senior.

But he was the love of her life and she married him. When her Peter Pan of a husband decided to
divorce her, she thought it was her chance to start anew. That was until she was diagnosed with breast cancer. Besides looking like Britney circa 2007, she is taking it well, real well. You might see her walk around the hospital during chemo sessions with bright colored wigs and outrageous t-shirts that seem to shock the most conservative employees. One of them reads F U CANCER.

Check out this Cover ! I'm love it and it totally intrigued me :)

Title : F U Cancer
Release Date : 29 December 2015
Author : Hilaria Alexander
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EXCERPT

I found him leaning against my car in the parking lot.

I got a Sixteen Candles flashback. He looked just as cool as Jake Ryan. The only difference was that he was leaning against my car, not his.

Oh, to be sixteen again. And make the same mistakes over and over. I wanted to get in the car with him and make out until I couldn't feel my lips anymore. I instinctively touched my lips and smiled to myself.

I met his eyes and smiled, but he gave me a serious, dark look.

Uh-oh. This wasn't going to be good. The butterflies in my stomach would be dead and gone pretty
soon.

I let out a breath, mentally preparing to his apology.

It was a mistake, we shouldn't have...I shouldn't have started it. Ugh.

He looked nervous, and so was I. This was going to be a mess.

Then, suddenly, I knew how to break the tension.

“If you're hitting me up in this parking lot to score more crack, I'm sorry to say you're on the wrong
track,” I told him, smiling, as I approached the car.

“What?” He looked confused as if the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Huh.

“Come on, you already went through your whole bag of candy or most of it, and you want to know if I can get you some more.”

“More?”

“Yes, more. You want more Bonkers, right? I should have known better. I'm basically feeding an addict now. Shame on me,” I teased.

“I didn't want to ask for more candy,” he laughed.

“Is this about the other night?” I asked him, unable to hide the frown on my face.

“Yes,” he replied. He just stared at me but added nothing else.

“I know what you're going to say,” I told him.

“You do?” he asked and gave me a suspicious look.

“Yes. It's okay, really. You don’t have to say anything.”

“What do you think I'm going to say?”

“You’re going to say you think it was a mistake…we shouldn't have done it, yada yada yada,” I said
gesturing. He cracked a smile. “You’re going to say it was just a spur of the moment, which it was. It was a great spur of the moment.”

He nodded in agreement.

“It was a great spur of the moment!” He flashed a charming smile.

“It was, wasn’t it?” I leaned against the car next to him, feeling a little more relaxed. He didn’t seem too upset about the kiss, after all. I felt suddenly lighter as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

“Yes, it was a spur of the moment. But it wasn't a mistake,” he said. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans and gave me a look that made my stomach flip, and my heart took off, happily drumming away.

Now I was just dying to hear the rest, but he just kept staring at me.

“It wasn't?” I asked and he just shook his head slightly, failing to contain a smug smile.

“The reason why I ran out the other night,” he started, “well part of it has to with the fact that I'm a
doctor and you're a patient here. I go back and forth thinking is not very professional of me to engage
with you–”

I started laughing. I couldn't help it.

“What?”

“It sounds like you're the teacher and I'm the underage school girl,” I laughed.

He laughed with me, and I loved the way his eyes brightened when he did.

“I don't think we are breaking any rules. Technically. Well, I’m not completely sure, but it wouldn’t seem like it.” I gave him a flirty grin.

He placed an arm on top of the car and he turned around, leaning toward me. He was dangerously close, and I had to remind myself to keep my horny hormones in check.

“Well, when I got home I regretted leaving, but another reason why I did it is because I thought we were rushing it. Actually, let me rephrase that: I was the one rushing things–”

“You left because you thought we were going to fast?”

“Well…yes. I mean I might have gone a little too far that night. It doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy every
second of it, but I felt like I was the one pouncing you.”

I burst out laughing because he sounded ridiculous. Did he think I regretted him coming after me in the pool? Quite the contrary. He stopped talking, and I saw his eyes fixated on my mouth. A devilish grin spread across his face. My laughter subsided, and my breath hitched. The way he was looking at me made me feel like I hadn’t felt in a while.

He looked at me as if I was desirable. I hadn’t been desired in a long time. I could have understood if he had been attracted to me under normal circumstances, but I was not the same Lucy anymore.

Therefore, I had no idea how could he possibly be attracted to me.

“I like you, Lucy. I want to go out with you. We'd probably better keep it on the down low, but I want to see you. Away from here.” He looked around in the parking lot, but we were alone. He then looked at me as if waiting for an answer, but I was still processing his words.

“What? You’re crazy,” I told him. There was both shock and thrill in the tone of my voice.  I was
perplexed and flattered.

“Am I? Why? You’re still single, right?” It sounded like he was mocking me. Ha ha. I frowned and
narrowed my eyes at him. I didn’t understand what game he was playing. Was he really asking me out?

This was crazy. Bananas. Completely idiotic.

“Why? For one, I’m sick.”

“I’m around sick people all the time,” he said, the corner of his lips twitching up.

“I’m toxic. Literally.”

“Nahhhh. You’re not that bad. I don’t think your toxicity levels can get in the way of dating.”

I couldn’t believe it. I thought he was just going to apologize for not calling me. I never thought he’d say he wants to see me. Me. Did he have any idea of what he was asking? He needed a good dose of reality.

Time to lay down the ugly truth.

“You want to date me, huh? Some days I can barely hold myself up together. I have no hair left save for my eyebrows and eyelashes and when I look at my reflection, I feel like I’m staring at an alien. I have an ugly looking breast that reminds me every second of my life what’s wrong with me. I’m at the lowest I’ve ever been. And you want to date me?”

My words left him completely unfazed. He still wore a silly smile on his face. I had just given him a half dozen reasons why he should leave me alone and he didn’t seem worried in the slightest.

“Don’t you realize I’m probably the most qualified person? I’m indirectly a pro at all the things you just listed. No one can understand it better than me because I deal with it every day.” The tone of his voice was cheerful, but then a thought clouded his eyes. “Well, I guess the only person who could be more qualified than me would be a cancer patient or a cancer survivor because they would really know what it means to have experienced what you’re going through. But I’m a close second.”

He sounded almost cocky. This was a side of him I had never seen before. I knew I should have been
turned off by it, but I instead I was intrigued by this super confident version of Dr. F. I hated to admit it.

“I don’t think–”

“How about Friday?” he asked.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t or you’re making up some kind of excuse in that pretty alien head of yours?”

I broke into a smile. “No, I really have plans. Family dinner.”

About The Author 

Hilaria Alexander was born and raised in the south of Italy, where her family still lives. She attended 

college in Naples and spent one year in Tokyo, Japan, as part of a student exchange program because 

she was crazy enough to pick Japanese language as her major. She now lives in Oklahoma City with her husband and kids. 

When she isn't at work, she is reading, catching up on her favorite TV shows and coming up with new stories she doesn't have time to write. She loves traveling and is a self-proclaimed concert addict. If you have questions about her, including how an Italian ends up moving to Oklahoma, ask her on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. She's the author of Prude and This Love. F U Cancer is her third novel.

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Notes From Me : Totally in love with the colour scheme of this book. That shade of Blue is amazing and this book looks like it's gonna be good. Better keep a look out for this book you guys :)