Blog Tour : I'll Be The One

For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall graduate.

Rachel Wheaton

The senior Economics project is supposed to teach us about real life. Budgeting. Social classes. Careers. I was supposed to plan it all out with my school husband. I didn't plan on actually falling in love with him, too.

But sometimes real life doesn't go according to plans. Sometimes you have to make hard decisions and sacrifices for the person you love. That's what marriage is about, right?

James Tennyson

I've always known things before they happen. Nothing major, like lottery numbers, but it's been pretty

useful for things like playing football and dodging clingy girls. I've never been able to see my future. I didn't think much about it, to be honest.

Until second period, when she walked through the door.

Falling in love with her unlocked something inside me. Those little things I know? Now they're big things. Life-saving things. So who do I save? And at what cost? I made a vow to her.

For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall graduate live.

Title : I'll Be The One
Release Date : 17 May 2016
Genre : Romance, New Adult
Author : Hazel James
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

I start thinking about this dreaded project, but it becomes less of an issue when I realize it’s getting
harder to breathe. A loud ringing overtakes my ears while my brain and heart disagree over how fast it should beat. I have no idea what this means. Maybe it’s a natural disaster? I’ve never predicted anything that big before. Do they even have earthquakes in North Carolina? Tsunamis? Stampedes? I look outside and see blue skies. Is there about to be an airplane crash? Train crash? A code blue? I should’ve paid better attention in geography or that CPR class.

My heart’s beating faster and faster, and I wipe my palms against my jeans. I don’t know if I should hide under my desk or try to find a bathroom. I look around; everyone else is passing in their homework as if the new kid isn’t getting ready to keel over and die.

Oh, my God. It’s the apocalypse. That’s gotta be it. The world is going to end, and I’m the only one who knows it. And here I thought it was going to be a good day. Now I wish I would have gone all the way with Brittney. To die a virgin when the opportunity had once presented itself seems like such a waste. I start counting my heartbeats and try to calm the fuck down so I can figure out how to tell everyone else that Jesus or zombies are on the way.

Then the classroom door opens, and I stop breathing.

A girl with long, blond hair walks in and hands a late slip to Mrs. Mason. “Welcome back, Rachel. How was Cozumel?”

“It was great! We got back late last night. My favorite part was the Chichen Itza tour. Who knew a bunch of old stuff could be so cool? Just don’t let Mr. Allen know I said that. He’ll probably make me write a report on it.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, and your secret’s safe with me. Turn in your holiday homework and take your seat. It’s time to get married.”

I watch Rachel dig in her backpack and will my incapacitated diaphragm to remember its sole purpose in life. When she walks toward me, I take a moment to admire her long legs. She smiles, and then her lips are moving. Oh God. I’ve never hated my lungs so much in my life. I cough and manage to inhale. I swear I smell vanilla mixed with... sunshine? I don’t know how to explain it. It’s an odd combination, but on her it works. She sits on a desk next to me and stares like she’s waiting for me to do something. Her eyes remind me of chocolate. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

“I’m sorry, what?” Thank you, vocal cords. Thank you for working and not making me look like an even bigger jackass. “Hi, what’s your name?” she repeats, drawing out each word.
Shit. I wipe my hands on my jeans again. What’s that word people use to get my attention? That thing inside my head needs more oxygen to work properly. I take a deep breath.

Vanilla. Sunshine.

“James.” I manage to smile, but it probably looks like the same face I made that time Gran mixed up the salt with the sugar in her apple pie. Rachel looks confused. The teacher starts speaking again and I’m grateful for the distraction.

“All right, class. Let’s get into our project. As I mentioned before the break, the senior Economics project is based on real life. You will each be assigned a partner and the two of you will become a couple. You’ll spend the next five months dealing with budgets, jobs, bills, pretend families, and so on.

I will place you in different socio-economic classes and you’ll see how that affects the jobs you can find, the houses you can afford and the opportunities you have in life. I’ll throw in some twists here and there too. Now, let’s partner up and get hitched.”
She counts off pairs around the classroom and ends up on my row of desks. “Alicia and Scott. Cori and Mike. Rachel and James.”

Holy shit. I love this class. I love this desk. I love this assignment.

“Stand up and slide your desks back to make space in the middle of the room.” Mrs. Mason grabs a
basket off her desk and passes a Ring Pop to each guy in the room. “Gentlemen, please unwrap your
rings, stand before your brides and repeat after me:

“I, state your name, take thee, state your bride’s name, in pretend matrimony. I promise to be true to
our grade for better or worse, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall graduate.”

I slide the Ring Pop on Rachel’s finger and make an effort to not jerk my hand back. Sparks didn’t
actually fly, but I wasn’t expecting her skin to feel so soft. So good. I’ve never been pretend married
before, but I already know I can never give another girl a ring again. I’m a senior in high school and I’m ruined for life. I want to get married for real and have her babies. I mean, make her have my babies. Shit, who am I kidding? I’d have her babies if she asked me to.

“Okay, let’s get the desks back in order and I’ll hand out your packets with all of your information. We’ll review them together and you can start looking for houses.”

I slide my desk back up, bringing it slightly closer to Rachel’s. She puts her hair in a ponytail but a few shorter tendrils fall around her face. Fuck, did I just say tendrils? This is not good. I’ve made it seventeen years without having a girlfriend, and now I have a pretend wife and I’m using sissy words. What’s next?
I clear my throat and take a deep breath.

“Let’s try this again. Hi, I’m James. It’s nice to meet you.”

About The Author

I'm a proud Army veteran, Army wife, and my greatest loves include my family, lip gloss, Diet Coke, and the beach. I believe 90s music is the cure for most bad moods, and chocolate after 9 p.m. doesn't count. I'm a self-professed bibliophile. If reading burned calories, I'd weigh -20 pounds.

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Blog Tour : The Year I Met August

It was the summer before college and Murphy was ready to experience life, as any

girl should. During an outing with her sister she meets August. He's older, and more

experienced than she is.

She knew a relationship at this point was almost pointless. With an internship at the

end of summer and then college in the fall. Her schedule was full.

Murphy told herself that she could walk away from August without any

repercussions. If only her heart had listened. 

Walking away at the end of the summer was difficult. But they agreed to keep in

touch and see each other whenever possible. They still didn't put a label on their

relationship.

Eventually August showed his true self. He was so ashamed, he hid his secret from

her for as long as possible. Now that his secret was out, Murphy had no clue how to

handle it.

Will she stay with him so they can deal with it together? Or will it be too much for

her to take on?

Title : The Year I Met August
Release Date : 13 May 2016
Genre : Romance, New Adult
Author : Renea Porter
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

I took a drink of my tea. “I was supposed to just walk away after ten days. I thought
that was possible. But clearly I was naïve in thinking so.”

“Hey. Don’t beat yourself up.”

“What if all this is too good to be true? They say if it’s too good to be true then it’s
not real. I’m scared that August and I will drift apart, and I don’t know if I can handle
that.”

She reached over and covered my hand with hers. “Quit over thinking it. Just go with
it. Don’t you think you deserve to feel this way? He’s your first boyfriend. Yeah,
you’ll have doubts, even fights. But that’s why they invented makeup sex.” She
grinned.

“Melanie!”

She laughed. “Anyway, it’s good to sit and chat, but I should get you back.”

“Will you tell Mom hi for me? And that I love her. And that I’m sorry.”

Melanie stood and hugged me. “Of course. I got your back, always.” She flicked my
hair over my shoulder.

We loaded back into the car and headed back to the house. We talked candidly on
the way back, and soon, we arrived. “I guess I’ll say bye to you now. I don’t know if
I’ll stop at the house or not.” She exited the car and hugged me tight.

About The Author

With over ten books out, Renea Porter is best known for writing realistic stories

with realistic characters. Her stories may even cause you to shed a tear or two. She

mainly writes New Adult and Contemporary Romances. However, she's not afraid to

venture into other genre's like Paranormal Romance.

She enjoys spending time with her husband of fourteen years, and stepson. She calls

Pennsylvania home, but loves to travel and try new things. In her free time, you can

catch her reading books, watching reality tv, and baking.

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Release Day : I Pick You

When I left Nashville, Tennessee, I knew deep in my heart I wouldn't be back. I knew

I would never be heard on every country music station around the world, and I 

would never step foot on the Grand Ole Opry stage. Cold hard guilt and 

responsibilities that I didn't want forced me on a different path.

Me being responsible for an eighteen-month-old was a horrible idea. Me being a 

second grade teacher in a catholic school was plain ludicrous.

Life sucked, love hurt, and I didn't know who to pick.

Title : I Pick You
Release Date : 23 February 2016
Genre : Romance 
Author : Jettie Woodruff
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

Kit held up the blue book with white stickers, spelling out The Bay Bible. “This book will tell you any and everything you would need to know, right down to a mosquito bite.”

I blew out a puff of air, cocky air. “I’m pretty sure I can handle a mosquito bite. I didn’t need a tab for that one. I’m not stupid, just not made for this daddy stuff.”

“What you put on your mosquito bite isn’t the same as hers. You have to be careful with all those chemicals. A little bit of baking soda and water does the same thing.”

“Oh, okay, yeah, that makes sense,” I admitted while I stepped off my pedestal, accepting defeat, the thought of my grandma using that same home remedy crossing my mind. Nope, didn’t know how to do this, and I didn’t want to. I was doomed, she was doomed, and this was a horrible idea.

“You’re going to be fine.”

That wasn’t what I was worried about. Not fully. “And what about the girl? You’re trusting someone who has never been around little kids. Ever.”

“I’m trusting her with her dad, and stop calling her the girl. Her name is Bay.”

“Yeah, I know. Why you would name a child, Bay is beyond me. Especially when your last name is Berry.”

“Hey, I gave her your name. I could have given her mine.”

“Whatever, it’s still a stupid name. How much time do I have, Kit? I have to pack up this place, get a job and get out of the city.”

Kit frowned while her head did this little jerking thing. Like I had just slapped her across her face. “You’re leaving Nashville?”

“I know you’ve only seen the ceiling of my apartment, but I’m sure you noticed the size? Where’s she going to play? Where is she going to sleep? And, what? Am I just going to make her a bed in my guitar case while I perform on the streets until two in the morning? Of course, I’m leaving Nashville.”

“I remember your apartment, idiot, but where would you go?”

“Idit,” the tiny little voice said from the bed.

Kit laughed and scolded her with a lighthearted tone. “You can’t say that.”

“I don’t know yet. I just sent out a resume right before I called. I’ll let you know when I know.”

“But what kind of job? I mean what can you do besides sing?”

I shook my head a little with that one, deciding not to tell the dumb twit. Not because I wasn’t proud of the degree I had gotten as a backup plan. It was more because she didn’t think I was capable of such an accomplishment. She didn’t know shit about me, and it pissed me off that she was so quick to judge. “Oh, I don’t know, Kit. I bet I could mow lawns, or maybe change some oil or something.”

Kit’s frown never changed and she continued to start each sentence with, but. “But where would you go? I thought you would stay close to your family. You know, so they can help with Bay.”

I did the frowning that time. “See, this is why this is wrong on so many levels. You don’t know me any more than I know you. My family lives in Michigan. Not Nashville. I came here right after high school.

“But I met your sister.”

“Bridgett, yes. She just so happened to be visiting that weekend. She doesn’t live here. She’s a social worker back home. Not here.”

I could almost see the air being exhaled as Kit’s eyebrows sank with both her shoulders. She looked back at Bay, dumping raisins onto the bed, and back to me.

“This changes things.”

“It does?” I questioned, wheels spinning like crazy in my head while I tried to contain the excitement.

“Yeah, I mean I was already having an issue with how immature you are, but moving her from place to place with no family. Yeah, I don’t know.”

Normally the immature remark would have pissed me off, but honestly, it was sort of true. Although in my defense, I had nothing to be mature about. It sounds selfish now, but at the time, I didn’t really think about Bay being my responsibility. My duty to my daughter consisted of six hundred dollars set up to automatically deposit into Kit’s bank account on the first day of every month. At least, I wouldn’t have to send that anymore. Surely a baby didn’t cost that much.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine. I’m not going to move her from place to place. Why do you think I need to know how much time I have until you fly halfway across the world?”

“You have no idea how much I want this, Brantley. It took me months to ask you. I wouldn’t even consider it if it wasn’t you.”

I didn’t understand that at all. “Why? I’ve never even been in her life.”

“Because nobody but you will love her like I do.”

I didn’t touch that one either. How could she say that, knowing we didn’t even know each other? “When do you leave?”

“Six weeks,” Kit replied in a faraway tone. Her head turned back to Bay and a smile took over her entire face.

That didn’t give me much time, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t asked six months before.

That’s just how long it took for her to talk me into it, begging and pleading until I finally caved. And I still wasn’t one hundred percent convinced. My eyes moved past Kit to Bay, throwing both hands into the air, calling out some incoherent chant, raisins scattered all around her. “I’ve never changed a diaper.”

“She’s doing great on the potty. If you’re lucky, I can have her out of diapers before you get her. There is one thing, Brantley.”

“Here it comes. What?”

“I want her back. You have to sign something promising to give her back. You can see her and get her on weekends, but you can’t keep her. I’m getting her back.”

That wouldn’t be a problem. “Sure, whatever. I’ll call you in a few days.”

“Thank you so much, Brantley.”

“Yeah, yeah. See ya.”

I closed my laptop, seeing my guitar case propped in the corner. My sad guitar. The one that I would retire for an eighteen-month-old. What the hell was I doing?

About The Author

Jettie Woodruff is a lifelong writer, living in a pretend world since she was a little 

girl. Jettie spent hours filling pages of spiral notebooks with a number two pencil 

and a wild imagination. Her very first story was a scifi of all things.go ah

Jettie writes more along the lines of erotica now. She likes to keep her readers on 

edge, and deliver a story that will pull out every emotion possible. Writing on the 

edge of taboo and dark, Jettie hopes to distribute an adventure you'll not soon 

forget.

Married for twenty five years, raising two boys and one girl has left lots of writing 

material. She has recently become a grandma to not one, but two of the most 

beautiful little girls on planet earth.

Jettie also hates doing this bio. That's all you get. She loves to read and write. What 

else is there? <3

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Release Day : Who I am With You

People only reveal what they want you to see…

Chad Kirkwood has a secret. One he’s determined to keep buried until he’s ready to 

divulge it. So when he shows up on Katie’s doorstep in answer to a job posting, he 

stretches the truth and tells her only what she needs to know.

Katie Wicken is broken. Left to pick up the pieces of a called-off engagement and a 

failing farm after the death of her father, she’s determined not to let anyone else into 

her heart. Then she hires Chad, and Katie finds herself glancing in his direction, 

watching him work, and thinking about him after the sun goes down.

Something begins to awaken within Chad, too. It’s been forever since he’s felt such a 

genuine connection and been able to fully enjoy his life. Hell, live his life. But when 

Chad’s lie catches up with him, he’s forced to come clean.

And the truth could break Katie’s heart once again.

Grief and pain can make people do crazy things… but so can love.

Title : Who I am With You
Release Date : 19 February 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : M. Lynne Cunning
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

Chad lay back on the futon in the barn office, convinced he could still hear theoccasional snap of the bonfire even though he’d extinguished it hours ago. Still, he couldn’t shake the thought, and he found himself padding across the office in his socks to peer out the window. Sure enough, the fire was completely out, and only a sliver of gray smoke still rose from the pit. He was about to head back to his bed when he noticed the strip of light shining through the partially drawn curtains upstairs in Katie’s house.

It had been more than three hours since their fireside conversation. Three hours since their kiss. Yet, Katie’s bedroom light was still on, too. She should be in a deep sleep by now. So should you, you idiot, he chastised himself silently, shaking his head at still being up so late. He initially wondered if something was wrong. Perhaps

Mason had suffered a bad dream and Katie was attempting to console him. However, as quick as the assumption flitted into his mind, it was quashed. She’s awake for the same reason you are, he told himself.

Their kiss. The tender way they’d embraced each other. Chad had never experienced the same things Katie had in life, and he wouldn’t pretend to have endured her pain. That said, only those who’d hit their own personal rock bottom could identify with the despair and anguish Katie had been subjected to. He didn’t necessarily know her, but he understood her, at least enough to offer her the only thing he really had to give.

His heart.

About The Author

​M. Lynne Cunning has always wanted to be an author, but it

discovered National Novel Writing Month and all the insanity that goes along with it 

that she began to truly realize her love for writing stories. While she doesn’t limit 

herself to writing only specific genres, her first two published novels, Until I'm 

Found and Blurred Lines, are considered Romantic Suspense. Her new book, Who I 

Am With You (to be released February 2016), will be the first in a contemporary 

romance series. She also doesn’t believe that the traditional typical “happily ever 

after” is always the way to go. You’ve been forewarned.

She is almost always reading or writing, but also enjoys spending time and traveling 

with her husband/best friend, Dennis, and is the proud dog-mom of two brindle 

boxers. She’s also a too-far-gone coffee addict and a lifelong country music fan.

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Cover Reveal : Who I Am With You

People only reveal what they want you to see…

Chad Kirkwood has a secret. One he’s determined to keep buried until he’s ready to
divulge it. So when he shows up on Katie’s doorstep in answer to a job posting, he
stretches the truth and tells her only what she needs to know.

Katie Wicken is broken. Left to pick up the pieces of a called-off engagement and a
failing farm after the death of her father, she’s determined not to let anyone else into
her heart. Then she hires Chad, and Katie finds herself glancing in his direction,
watching him work, and thinking about him after the sun goes down.

Something begins to awaken within Chad, too. It’s been forever since he’s felt such a
genuine connection and been able to fully enjoy his life. Hell, live his life. But when
Chad’s lie catches up with him, he’s forced to come clean.

And the truth could break Katie’s heart once again.

Grief and pain can make people do crazy things…but so can love.

THE COVER.....

Title : Who I Am With You (My Kind of Country #1)
Release Date : 19 February 2016
Author : M. Lynne Cunning
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EXCERPT

“Don’t speak about something you don’t understand, all right? Whatever Katie has
told you, that’s all it is...a piece of a much bigger pie. You don’t know me, and no
matter what you think, you don’t know her either.”

Chad crossed his arms in front of his chest, not sure what to say next. From the
corner of his eye, he could see Katie stomping through the tall grass towards them.

The dust from Jay’s car had finally billowed into the garden where she’d been
working.

“Are you warning me about her...Jay?” Chad locked eyes with him, his gaze never
wavering even though Katie was getting closer with each step.

Jay slammed the car door, wearing a muted grin as he matched Chad’s pose, crossing
his own arms and pulling himself up to his full height, at least three inches taller
than Chad’s five feet and eleven inches. “She used to be different, that’s all. Calm
yourself, will you? I’m just telling you, you don’t know the real Katie. To be honest,
you probably never will. The real Katie we all knew and loved died along with her
father. My Katie is gone, so like I said, don’t talk about things you only think you
understand.”

Thankfully, Chad didn’t have to form a response, not that he knew what he would
say to that, anyway. Katie’s feet hit the gravel just as Chad had opened his mouth to
speak; however, the look on her face evoked enough uncertainty in him that he
swiftly closed it again.

“You said you were picking Mason up at five thirty. It’s only a few minutes past five.”

Katie consulted her watch as though to confirm it, lifting her head to glare at Jay
again.

“I’m a few minutes early. I wanted to see how everything was going.”

“Everything is just fine, Jay. You can come back in twenty seven minutes.” Katie
didn’t look at Chad as she brushed past the two men and headed for the house,
where Chad knew Mason was currently packing up his clothes and Nintendo DS to
take with him.

“Katie, wait...” Jay’s pleas went unanswered, the screen door banging closed abruptly
behind her. Only a defeated sigh sounded in the thick silence between them, and
Chad uneasily turned away from the other man, intent on cleaning up his mess near
the barn wall and getting the hell out of dodge before this situation got any more
heated. Jay, on the other hand, didn’t have the same intentions.

“See? What’d I tell you? She’s impossible.”

“No. She’s hurt. There’s a difference.” Chad didn’t look at him. Instead, he plucked
the hammer and tin can full of nails from the ground and pretended to admire his
handiwork on the barn wall.

“You seem to know a lot about my girlfriend and her—“

“Ex.”

“What?”

“She’s your ex-girlfriend.”

Jay stared at him, seeming to mull over how to react. Chad couldn’t be sure whether
it was humiliation or anger that clouded the man’s clean shaven face, maybe a bit of
both. Either way, Chad didn’t fear him, and he stared back, unblinking.

“Good to meet you, Chad.” Jay’s tone was condescending and gruff.

“See you in twenty four minutes,” Chad replied, and the hint of a smirk crossed his
face the moment he broke eye contact and turned away.

About The Author

M. Lynne Cunning has always wanted to be an author, but it wasn’t until she 

discovered National Novel Writing Month and all the insanity that goes along with it 

that she began to truly realize her love for writing stories. While she doesn’t limit 

herself to writing only specific genres, her first two published novels, Until I'm 

Found and Blurred Lines, are considered Romantic Suspense. Her new book, Who I 

Am With You (to be released February 2016), will be the first in a contemporary 

romance series. She also doesn’t believe that the traditional typical “happily ever 

after” is always the way to go. You’ve been forewarned.

She is almost always reading or writing, but also enjoys spending time and traveling 

with her husband/best friend, Dennis, and is the proud dog-mom of two brindle 

boxers. She’s also a too-far-gone coffee addict and a lifelong country music fan.

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