What is (un)breakable all about?: The Blurb

Hi everyone!

I posted this already on Day 13 of the countdown, but I’m doing this here, too. :) Below is the blurb for the second book in the Gezellig series, (un)breakable.

Lorin Perez’s life is finally back on track after almost losing it six years ago. She knows meeting and dating sizzling hot professional rugby player Spence Clarke is a huge part of her healing process. But with her father starting a new family, she decides to follow her best friend Caitlin to UK–Spence’s home country–and start a new life.

However, moving to UK brings certain complications in the form of Gezellig band member Nigel Whitmore, a.k.a. the one who didn’t follow through three years ago. And even though Lorin is very clear about her no commitment rule, Nigel ignores this and pursues Lorin like never before.

Caught between the man who made her feel safe and the one who makes her feel alive, will she finally be able to set her heart free and make the right choice?

What do you think? Will you be on #TeamSpence or #TeamNigel? Excited already to share this story with everyone! :)

Anyway, next week, The Real Score, goes on blog tour again. Watch out for giveaways and freebies!

 

Lots of love, xx,

Kesh

 

Little Things #29

“Why am I getting mentions that you and I have broken up already?”

H appeared at the door of my study, holding a cup of what smelled like coffee. He laid the mug on my desk, and I thanked him, taking a sip from the mug. He pulled a chair and sat across me, and I turned away from my computer to give H my full attention.

“Uh, we get news that we’ve broken up already nearly every day,” I pointed out, and he shook his head, fishing his phone from his pocket. “They’re tagging me with a picture,” he said as he tinkered with his phone, and then he showed the picture to me.

sarah ockler

 

I spewed the coffee that I was drinking back into the mug (eww, I know), laughing. I placed the mug on the desk. “I posted that a couple of minutes ago. It’s from this book,” I told him, retrieving my copy of Sarah Ockler’s Fixing Delilah, my current read. “I just found the quote very truthful.”

“Hmm,” was all H said, and I saw him shift uncomfortably.

I reached forward, giving his hand a squeeze. “A quote need not be applicable to your own life for you to appreciate it,” I said softly, and he rolled his eyes.

“You know, if I wasn’t here and if I didn’t know that we’re way more than fine, I would totally panic if I just saw that post on Instagram,” he said, and he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.

“So just to shoot down the rumors…” His voice trailed. He pulled me up to stand and made me sit on his lap, and then whipped out his phone, turning the settings of the camera so we would be using the front camera of his phone. I leaned against him and he wrapped his other arm around my waist, propping his head on my shoulder while he’s at it.

“Say cheese.”

“CHEESE!” I said, grinning in the grin that his stylist taught me (the not too wide, not too small smile), and he multi-tasked—he snapped the photo away while giving me a big fat peck on the cheek.

I watched in amusement as he uploaded the pic on his Instagram, with the caption: “False alarm, folks. Pretty sure she and I are still together. #morethanthis”