Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Cover Reveal: Don't Let Go by Sharla Lovelace

Every year I find a few new to me authors that I love. Last year, I discovered Sharla Lovelace. I ADORE her books. Unfortunately, she doesn't have that many of them out so I was thrilled to hear she has a new release coming out NEXT WEEK!! And it sounds so good. I can promise you that I will be reading this one as soon as it shows up on my Kindle. 

Genre:  Contemporary Romance (Digital)
Sale Date:  Tuesday, April 15

DON’T LET GO Cover Copy
Noah Ryan and Jules Doucette spent every moment together, first as best friends and later as young lovers. The two had planned a life together—until one unspeakable decision tore them apart for good.
Twenty-six years later, Jules is still carefully living the life her mother planned out for her. She’s running her mother’s store, living in her mother’s house, following her mother’s rules, and keeping the secrets her mother made her bury.
Then Noah comes home and any sense of an ordered life flies out the window. Noah’s return does more than just stir up old memories—it forces Jules to see her life in a whole new way and uncovers secrets even she didn’t know were buried.  Secrets that could easily destroy her world once more.

Author Bio:
Sharla Lovelace is the bestselling, award-winning author of small-town love stories. Being a Texas girl through and through, she’s proud to say she lives in Southeast Texas with her retired husband, a golf cart, a crazy mutt, and an aviary full of cockatiels. She is the author of The Reason Is You, Before and Ever Since, Just One Day, and the forthcoming Stay with Me, coming in summer 2014.  For more about Sharla’s books, visit www.sharlalovelace.com.

Noah met my gaze again with that infuriating locked-in non-blinking thing of his, and as much as I wanted to look away, walk away, do anything that carried me away—I couldn’t move.
“Listen, I’m sorry about just dropping by earlier,” he said, backing up yet another step.  “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
I shook my head.  “It was fine—”
“No, seriously,” he said, the hint of a smile at his lips.  “I didn’t take into account that you might have—someone there.”
He ran a hand along the back of his neck on the last words, as though they made him itchy, and I closed my eyes, wishing to die.
“I didn’t—I mean, I don’t—” I stumbled, opening my eyes again.  Of all nights to call Patrick.  “That wasn’t like that.”  I held my chin up, refusing to show weakness. 
Noah’s eyebrow shot up, carrying the tiny scar with it.  “Okay,” he said on a chuckle.  He stepped forward again, and I reflexively crossed my arms.  Holding my crazy in.  “Jules, relax.  You’ve had a life.  So have I.  We both have someone in our lives, that’s normal.”
“He’s not a—Patrick isn’t a someone.”  I blew out a breath, cursing myself for not just going to work.  And for talking.  Because making myself out to be a rent-a-whore was infinitely better than letting him think Patrick was my boyfriend.  I smiled and looked at the floor, drawing in a huge breath before looking back up at him.  “You know what, Noah?  This is just going to take some getting used to—for both of us.”
Noah let out his own breath, a relieved expression passing over his features.  I’d saddled up the white elephant in the room.  
“You’re right,” he said softly.
I nodded.  “So—let’s just make the best of it, and go about our normal days.”
He did a head tilt that signified a shrug.  “Whatever normal is.”
I smiled, and ignored the shimmy in my stomach when he smiled back and dropped his eyes to my mouth.  
“So, I’m gonna head over there,” I said, pointing to the teller counter.  “See you later.”
“Later,” he responded.
I told my feet to walk around him, and they brought me to my destination, where I was eternally grateful that no other customers were around.  Because it took me a good minute or two to remember what I was doing and how to do it.
By the time I was done and turned around, he was seated in front of a petite blonde woman, one ankle resting on the other knee, and his arm resting across the chair next to him.  My knees nearly betrayed me at the beauty of him, so relaxed and confident, yet exuding raw masculinity as he chatted with this woman and smiled as she kept fingering her hair.  Well hell, of course she did.  My God, he was positively edible.
I strode out with the intention of looking nonchalant and hoping not to trip over my own feet.  When I looked his way and found him watching me leave, however, my throat closed up.  I gave a polite smile, which he returned before turning his attention back on the blonde lady having sex with her hair.
I counted my steps back to the car.  Thirty-seven.  Thirty- seven steps to make it to a place where I could close and lock the door and have a nervous breakdown.
“Shit,” I said, my voice quivering on the word as I hit the lock.  “Crazy,” I muttered, starting the car so the heat would blast through the vents.  It wasn’t all that cold, but I needed the heat and the noise to calm my blood down.  One day at a time, I told myself. 


Sobs bubbled up and I turned and bolted through the door, pushing a lady out of my way and barreling straight into Noah’s arms.
“Whoa,” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around me to stabilize us both before looking to see who he’d caught.  “Jules, what’s—”
I broke free without speaking and pushed past him.
“Jules, wait, what’s wrong,” he said, following me.
“Leave me alone, Noah.”
If I’d only had my purse with me, I would have headed straight for my car and drove home.  In lieu of that, I yanked open the door to the bookstore and prayed he’d stop.  
He didn’t, and the barrage of questions trailed behind me all the way to the break room, the swinging door bouncing in his wake.  I whirled on him, adrenaline sending a new wave of hot tears over the edge.
“You’re not allowed back here,” I said, my voice shaking with anger.
“Deal with it,” he said, looking at me with exasperation.  “What happened over there that’s got you so upset?  Surely, Shayna didn’t—”
I laughed, a bitter sound I didn’t even recognize.  “Are you kidding me?  Shayna is like the nicest person on the planet.  I didn’t think it was even possible to be that good.”
A tiny look of relief passed over his face.  “What, then?” he demanded.
I scoffed, remembering the horrid words and trying to shove the burning sob down that wanted to split me in half.  
She throws one kid away and never thinks of him again…
It won.  A noise of pain escaped my throat, and I hissed in a breath to quell it.
“Ask your father,” I spit out, turning away.  
I headed for the fridge, wanting to stick my head in the freezer, but the grip on my upper arm stopped me.
“I asked you,” he said roughly as he spun me around.
We both inhaled sharply as we landed together and found ourselves nearly nose to nose.  I blinked tears free, bringing Noah’s face into perfect focus.  His quickened breath felt warm on my face, and all the hard lines of his expression dissolved when he searched my eyes.
“Shit, Jules,” he said under his breath, so softly it was nearly inaudible.  
One of his hands went to my face as if on autopilot, and I shut my eyes tight as the warmth of his hand against my cheek and hair nearly broke me.  I could smell him, feel him, and I didn’t dare open my eyes to look at him.  He’d see it.
“Noah, don’t,” I whispered through broken breaths.  I reached up to pull his hand away, but then the other side of my head was cradled as well, and all my strength melted away.  My grip on his hand stayed where it was, and I could feel the slight tremble.  Or was that me?
I didn’t open my eyes until I felt his thumbs move across my cheeks, wiping away tears, and it hit me in the chest like a wrecking ball.  He looked like someone had beaten the crap out of him from the inside.  His eyelids were heavy, like a man who hadn’t slept in days.  The turmoil radiating off of him was palpable.
  That, plus the feel of his hands in my hair, the closeness of his body, so close I could feel him breathe, it was almost too much.  His eyes went to my mouth, and for a second it was like ropes were pulling us together.  I could nearly taste him.

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