Friday, February 21, 2014

Tour Schedule: Walk Into Me 2/24-3/6

February 25
Ramblings from beneath the sheets- promo
2 Bibliophiles- spotlight

February 26
Rustys Reading- excerpt, playlist
Maria's Book Blog- long excerpt, playlist

February 27
Tracee Ford's Blog for Dreamin' Big 

February 28
The Last Chapter- playlist, graphic teasers
Ravens Reviews- excerpt, dreamcast

March 1
Sue Ward- promo
Nevaeh's New Adult Book Blog- excerpt

March 2
 Nerd Girl- promo, excerpt
Books and Other Spells- playlist, teaser

March 3
2 friends, promote your books with us
Triad Lit- interview

March 4
Ramblings of a Book Lunatic- review, excerpt
 Harlie's Books- review
Stories & Swag- review

March 5
 Who Picked This?- review
Books to curl up with blog

March 6
 Little Red's Book Reviews- review, playlist
Up all night, Read all day
sweets books- promo












Walk Into Me Author Interview


What sparked your interest in becoming a romance writer?  

I love to write and I found the reading community on Facebook then entered a writing contest.

What was the first romance novel you read that made an impression on you?

 Does Forever by Judy Blume count?

Tell us 5 surprising things about yourself. 


  1. I’m an only child. 
  2. I love to ride horses.
  3.  I hate drama in my personal life.
  4.  I love walking on the beach.
  5.  I hate Brussels sprouts.

What is your writing environment. 

A table in my basement surrounded by books.

One of your favorite quotes. 

Tomorrow is another day.

Who is your perfect hero? And why? 

My mom is my perfect hero. She’s got a great heart, would do anything for you and has always been my rock.

Which authors have caught your interest lately? Why? 

Nicole Edwards Club Destiny and Alluring Indulgence series have me panting heavily. And Olivia Cunnings Sinners on Tour have me hoping to catch a bus!!

What type of book have you always wanted to write?

 I’ve always wanted to write a suspense novel where the heroin gets kidnapped and doesn’t fall for her kidnapper.

Who are your dream dinner party guests?

 All authors! (and a little eye candy)  Sylvia Day, Michelle Valentine, Nicole Andrews Moore, Nicole Edwards, Stuart Reardon, Colin Wayne, David Gandy, Tom Hardy, Chris Hemsworth

What’s the last movie you watched and loved?

 That’s hard, there aren’t that many good movies out there….. Grownups. The first one. Just a movie to make you laugh even if you had a shitty day!


Most __outspoken_ in high school. (popular, nerdy, sporty…) Why?

I’ve always had a problem editing what my mouth says before I talk. LOL

Top three things on your bucket list. 


  • Go to Ireland
  • Buy a horse  
  • Drive the Pacific coast highway in a convertible

How did you get the idea for this particular novel?  

I had an ex-boyfriend in high school that went into the army. After he left I only saw him one other time, at a party while he was on leave. I have no idea where he is now.


If you could be one of your characters - Who would you be? And why?

 I would probably be Jodi. She has a great relationship with John and is exactly where she wants to be.


Flirting Questions

Which actor or book character do you have a crush on? 

Chris Hemsworth

What’s your favorite body part of the opposite sex? 

Arms, I love the feeling of strong arms around me.

What does love feel like?

Butterflies in your stomach, breath catching, scary and real.

Hey, baby! What’s your sign? 

Sagittarius

When was your last kiss? 

Last night

What’s an absolute no-no in a relationship? 

Dishonesty

How did you meet your significant other?

 I moved to NJ from Long Island because the 4 hour per day commute into NYC was killing me.  My cousin lived in the area and took me out to meet some of his friends. Keith was the first one I met.

What’s your idea of a perfect date? 

Dinner on the beach at sunset.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

 Yes

Flirting Quickies:


Boxers or Briefs?  Boxer briefs  


Facial hair or clean shaven? stubble

Alpha or Beta?  Alpha


Planner or Panster? Panster


White wine or red? red

Coffee or tea? coffee

Vanilla or chocolate? Vanilla *we are talking ice cream right??


Sweet or salty? sweet

Sleep in or get up early? Sleep in


Laptop or desktop? laptop
Beach or mountains? beach
Winter or summer? summer
Cat or dog? dog
Twilight or Fifty Shades? 50
Spotlight or In the Shadows?  shadows
City or Country? both
Clubbing or candlelight dinner? Candlight dinner
Backpacking or luxury hotel? hotel
Morning or night person? night

Christmas or Halloween? xmas
Optimist or pessimist? optimist

Excerpts for Walk Into Me Blog Tour

Excerpt 1 Brad & Lisa * all ages
She graces me with an awesome smile while putting packages in my arms and hanging gift bags from my fingers. In minutes, she has almost the entire contents of the table loaded on me. The only thing left are cards and my gift. “I’ll take these,” she says as she smirks at me. “You good?”


“Yeah, I can handle it,” I follow her to her room trying not to drop anything. I make it into her room just as one of the boxes starts to slip. I try to save it, but by doing that two others are falling.  I sprint to her bed and open my arms, and all but the one that was originally falling land on the bed. “I hope that wasn’t breakable,” I comment as I glance at the gift on the floor.


I hear her laugh behind me. God, I love that sound. “I’m surprised you only dropped one,” she chuckles. “You should have seen your face.”


She comes over to the bed still laughing and clears off a place for us to sit. I drop down next to her and pull her into me; I just need to hold her. I breathe her in and I am instantly hard. Why do I always react this way to her when she has no interest? “I missed you,” I whisper.


She keeps her head on my shoulder. “I missed you, too, and I’m sorry.” She sits up and pulls away from me so she can look in my eyes. “I never meant to leave you like that, but when Bobby showed up I couldn’t think of anything other than getting in his arms.” She looks down at her hands before speaking again. “I know that hurts you and you have no idea what I would do to take that pain away.”


I can’t stay mad at her; I never could.  I know she is hurting for me and I love her all the more for it.  If she just turned away from me and locked me out of her life, maybe I could get over her.  Our lives are intertwined now, her friends are my friends.  The only people I talk to from high school are the same ones she talks to; so unless I want to cut ties with all of them, I need to figure out a way to deal.  I take her hands in mine, she looks up at me with tears in her eyes and I just want to pull her into my arms and tell her everything is alright and I will be here for her forever. Instead I say, “I know you don’t want to hurt me Lisa, but I can’t tell you that seeing you with Bobby is easy for me. At the same time, I want to see you and be a part of your life.”


The tears fall from her eyes and she leans against me. I put my arms around her and hug her wishing I could pull her onto my lap, but that would be hard on both of us. I stroke my hand up and down her back hoping it will be comfort enough because if I touch her any more I won’t be able to stop. I pull back slightly. “Why don’t you open your present?”


She grabs the box behind her shaking it lightly; she can hear jingling. I know this is something that she will appreciate and give her a place to go if she needs to think. She looks up at me before opening. “What is it?” She asks me quietly.


“Open it and find out,” I tell her with an evil smirk.


She rips the paper, opens the box, and gasps at the contents. “Are these keys to your boat?” She takes out the keys attached to a floatable buoy. Her eyes light up and I know I picked the perfect gift.


“Yes, I made you a set. You can take it out whenever you want, just make sure you gas it up when you use it. I don’t want to get half way down the river and run out,” I say as I smile at her. “I want to take you out the first time to show you the channels so you don’t run aground again, but after that you have free reign.”


Laughing she says, “Well, I wasn’t driving last time we ran aground, but I have no problem going out with you to make sure it won’t happen to me.” She hugs me before adding, “You have no idea how much I need this, thank you.”

Excerpt 2 Lisa & Brad: all ages
Brad walks in and I hadn’t even heard his car pull up. When I get up and give him a hug, it hits me again how much I’ve missed him. “I’m so glad you came over,” I murmur.  It just slips out in a whisper; I didn’t really mean to actually say it.   I try to cover it up. Pulling him with me to the couch and down next to me just like usual. Only I’m not close enough. I need to be touching him for some reason. I lean into him and he puts his arm around me and there is the feeling I need, secure at peace, I sigh. He hugs me tighter to him.


John says something to him, but I missed it because I’m so caught up in being in his arms. I hear him answer and his voice is hesitant. Is he here because he wants to be? Am I being selfish? I don’t want to hurt him anymore, but I need him.


Jodi tells him how everyone missed him and I realize that it’s not just me that he pulled away from but everyone. My actions cut him off. How did he get through it and do I have the right to put him through it again? My heart breaks for him knowing that he had no one to help him through the pain. I can feel the tears coming to my eyes and I look up at him. “I’m sorry,” two words that I seem to say to him over and over.


He caresses my cheek and puts his lips to my forehead and whispers, “It’s okay pretty girl.”


He hasn’t called me that in years! I don’t remember when he started the name, but I know when he stopped. After we had sex and I wouldn’t be with him. When I broke his heart the first time, the first of many times. How can he stand to be around me?


Tears flow out of my eyes. I hear Jodi and John get up and go into the kitchen then I look up at him. “Am I still your pretty girl?”


I see the indecision in his eyes. He wants me, but he knows he can’t have me. I want…I don’t know what I want. I want to take his pain away. “You have always been my pretty girl, and you always will be.” He wipes my tears away, but more fall. “Please don’t cry. You’re ripping my heart out with your tears.”


I see his pain, can feel it radiating off of him. He drops his hands and moves to get up. “No!” I can’t let him leave! I need to get this out and in the open. I need to be near him. “Please don’t leave me. I know it’s not right, but I need you here with me. I need you.” My body moves on impulse alone and I’m straddling him. This is an intimate position. I put my hands to his face, but my eyes don’t move above his lips. The lips that tell me the truth, that comfort me when I’m hurting. I move forward slowly, if he stops me I’ll let him, but I really want to feel those lips on mine. Just once. Just for a second to see how it feels. I lightly touch his lips with mine, quickly pulling away, but that wasn’t enough. I go back and press my lips to his and there is that flutter in my stomach again and it makes me sigh. As my mouth opens Brad wraps his arms around me, drawing me closer to him and his tongue is in my mouth. Stroking, exploring and I feel him get hard under me. I want to grind myself into him, but I can’t. I’m not free to follow this and I do want to follow this. What does that say about me? Tears stream down my face, my heart is fracturing in half. One side has attached itself to Bobby, but the other half has just ripped out of my chest and given itself to Brad. I’m broken and I don’t think I’ll be whole again.


Brad feels the tears and pulls back. “Did I hurt you?” He asks. It’s not what he thinks.


“No, but I can’t do this,” I say. His hands drop from my face and his eyes get hard. Struggling to explain, I say, “I want to do this and I’m confused.  I feel like my heart is being cleaved in half and I’m scared.” I’ve always been truthful with Brad. He will understand. He may not like it, but he’ll understand.


He closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. He puts his hands on my thighs and I don’t know if he is going to push me off him. I wouldn’t blame him and I would let him go this time. If he needs to think away from me I will give him space. Suddenly he pulls me to him and buries his face in my neck. My hands move to him, one stroking his hair, the other fisted with his shirt on his back. I just hold him and let him gather himself. He needs this, the closeness, he’s scared, too. I know it, I know him and I will give him anything right now.


We stay this way for what feels like an hour, but in reality it was only minutes. His breathing slows and he starts stroking my back. He lifts his head and looks at me. His eyes...his beautiful blue eyes are filled with unshed tears. My hand releases his shirt and moves to his jaw, covered with stubble, and I stroke it. I don’t know what to say to him so I just let my eyes do my talking. Questioning him and hoping that he understands that I want him, but I want Bobby, too, and I don’t know how to choose one of them. I need them both and it will probably end up killing us all. We will all end up bleeding in the end and I wish I could walk away from both of them, but I’m not strong enough for that.



Excerpt 3 Lisa & Bobby  *18+ only
He raises his head and the pleading look in his eyes undoes me. I grab him, pulling his face up to mine as I open my legs for him. The second our lips meet the fire bursts between us. My body aches for the touch of his hands on me, the feel of his mouth, his length inside me. All thoughts of the talk we need to have vanish and it is just Bobby and me, doing what we do best. Our bodies know this dance, but it always feels new. I tug at his shirt unable to get it off fast enough. He pushes off me, kneeling between my legs as he grabs the back of his shirt the way men do, and throws it on the floor. My eyes drink him in; he is so perfect. His body is built like a swimmer’s, not too much muscle, but clearly defined. He has just a smidgen of hair on his chest and a happy trail that leads to nirvana. Scars mar his beauty reminding me of the perils of his work. The need to touch him overtakes me and I reach up to him. Taking my hand he pulls me up, “Your turn now baby. I need to see you, too.”


I pull my jersey over my head and it joins his shirt on the floor. I unclasp my bra, letting the straps fall off my shoulders, but holding it in front. Bobby moans, “Take it off baby. Now.”


Grinning wickedly at him, it makes me feel so powerful knowing how I affect him. I slowly remove my left arm from the strap. Switching hands on the cups I repeat the process on the right, never taking my eyes off him. “Lose the pants and I’ll drop it.”


He’s off the bed in a flash, pushing out of his shoes and undoing his pants, his eyes never leave mine as I move back to lean against the headboard.  He pushes his pants and underwear off in one smooth motion, kicking them to the side, as I drop the bra. I cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. “Show me what you’ve got for me, doll. Stroke it for me.” He growls, but complies with my wishes, it’s not often I take control of our lovemaking, but when I do I know just how to drive him to the edge. He strokes his impressive cock and I can see he’s having trouble holding back, there is already pre-cum pooling at the tip. I continue to pull on my breasts in time to the rhythm of his hand on his erection drawing a moan from my mouth. God, he is beautiful, and all mine. I can’t take any more of this torture, “I need your mouth on me.” It comes out as practically a whisper, but he hears me.

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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: #660000;">Blurb: </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #660000;">At the age of seventeen, Lisa was broken when Bobby left. He was supposed to be her first. First Love. First Time. First Everything. No word for six long years. She moved away from the painful reminders sacrificing her relationship with her best friend </span><span style="color: #20124d;">Brad</span><span style="color: #660000;">.&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /><span style="color: #660000;"> Now six years later she returns as a strong, successful woman grabbing a job at one of New York’s hottest marketing agencies. She is dating a gorgeous guy with his eyes on a corner office. But it all changes when she sees </span><span style="color: #20124d;">Bobby</span><span style="color: #660000;">.</span><br /> <br /><span style="color: #660000;"> Can she risk another heartbreak from Bobby? Will she be able to repair her friendship with Brad? Lisa will have to decide between the man she's with, and the two men that want her.</span><br /> <br /><span style="color: #660000;"> Who will she be with, and who will she tell to "Watch Me Walk Away?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Living in Northern New Jersey and originally from Long Island, Jill Prand is a wife and mother of two girls. She's been an avid reader all her life, spending Sunday afternoons curled up with a good book.&nbsp;</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"We had a huge bookshelf in our den when I was a child with a diverse set of authors like Ayn Rand, Stephen King, Mario Puzo &amp; Danielle Steele. I cut my literary teeth on Walter Farley, Judy Blume and SE Hinton before raiding my parents library."&nbsp;</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Jill is currently working on the Walking Series as well as a stand alone novel. She loves to hear from readers.</span><br />
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