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Cover Reveal for The Map To You by Lindy Zart

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The Map to You

Author: Lindy Zart

Publisher: Lyrical Press, an imprint of Kensington Publishing

Release Date: November 28th, 2017

Pre-order links:

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2rKUI23

Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/2skuIZW

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2rxWjEg

Google Play: http://bit.ly/2rKAAgq

 

BLURB:

Keeping his inner demons at bay means Blake Malone has more than enough trouble on his plate. He doesn’t need any extra complications. But that’s exactly what he gets when, on his way to North Dakota, he leaves his truck unattended—and returns to find a beautiful woman sleeping in the front seat.

Opal Allen seems to have a knack for attracting trouble. Which is why she isn’t about to tell her new road trip companion the real reason she needs to hightail it out of town. But Blake has a way of seeing right through her, which is both terrifying and exhilarating. Now her biggest problem is figuring out how to resist their undeniable attraction. Because once this road trip is over, she plans on never seeing Blake again.

But the best adventures don’t go according to plan.

TMTY

 

Excerpt:

Last I checked, I was traveling alone.

I walk to my grandfather’s truck, a 1987 Ford F-series pickup in blue and white, and blink at the small form curled up on the seat.

Under the darkened dome of the sky, it’s hard to discern anything other than the size of the thing inside my truck, and that it has dark hair. It could be a man, a woman—even a kid. I quickly scan the parking lot, searching for any accomplices to a premeditated crime involving yours truly.

It’s the end of August, and the days can be wicked humid and hot, but the same can’t be said for the nights. I have on a light jacket to help keep the chill off my skin. I glance into the cab of the truck. Small as this person is, they have to be feeling the cold.

The night is still and quiet, only two other vehicles taking up parking spaces of the 24-hour convenience store. It’s after midnight on a Wednesday. Most sane people are home and in bed. I focus on the stranger in my truck. Whatever they’re up to, it’s bound to be nefarious. I like my share of nefarious dealings, as long as I’m the one doing them.

Muttering to myself and craving a cigarette, I carefully set down the plastic bag of chips, beef jerky, and orange juice I purchased to curb the hunger gnawing at my gut. I rub the stubble along my jaw, head cocked, as I come to a decision. It’s an easy one—whoever they are, they can’t stay in my truck.

Hands out, palms down, I soundlessly skulk around the front of the truck and toward the passenger side. My eyes shift from side to side in pursuit of any possible friends of theirs hoping to make my night especially spectacular with a blunt object to the back of the head. I feel ridiculous, sure I look like the Pink Panther slinking around in the dark.

My boot kicks a piece of gravel and it pings against the side of the truck my mother secretly kept in a storage unit all these years for me. I didn’t even know the truck was still around until my brother Graham unknowingly drove it from North Dakota to Wisconsin my last week in the Cheesehead state. I just about cried when I saw it. Just about, but not quite—because crying would be bad for my image. My throat burned from keeping it in, though, and when Kennedy, Graham’s girlfriend, commented on the redness of my eyes, I told her it was a reaction to whatever perfume she’d doused herself in.

Smooth, that’s me.

I wince, hoping the rock didn’t do any damage to the truck. This is one of the last pieces I have of the man who never judged me in all the years he was alive. Good thing for my grandfather’s untarnished view of me that my life didn’t completely fall to shit until after he died.

A head snaps up, and large, dark eyes slam into mine. I freeze against the unexpected jolt of them. The woman appears youngish, her face pointy and elfin. Her features are interesting, like it couldn’t be decided whether to make her look exotic or plain. We study one another for one charged moment, and then whatever had her immobile collapses. Her mouth opens in a piercing scream, and she scrambles to the middle of the cab. I jerk back, her reaction startling me.

“What the hell kind of a person creeps up on someone like that?” she accuses. Her voice is breathless, but there is an undertone of huskiness that brings my nerve endings to attention.

I open my mouth with the intention of apologizing, and then realize what I’m about to do. Scowl taking over my features, I grip the door handle and pull. She scoots across the seat with her back to the driver’s side door and, wide-eyed, looks back at me.

“Get out…of my truck,” I say slowly, setting my palms on the worn and torn vinyl upholstery to lean forward menacingly.

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Review of The Artist’s Love by S.H. Pratt

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*Disclaimer: I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.

 

Genre: Contemporary romance

 

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Synopsis:

Rissa Daniels is being stalked. Spencer St. George’s life is in danger. Their families refuse to tell them the secrets of the past that haunt their present and affect their future. With every passing day and each new discovery, Spencer and Rissa grow closer to each other and to the truth until Rissa’s stalker becomes larger than life, forcing Spencer to reevaluate their relationship and his place as a St. George.
Knowing that they will never be free from the dark menace that hovers over them without taking matters into their own hands, Rissa and Spencer make a decision that will forever change the future of their relationship. Long-buried secrets come to light, long-dead ghosts are allowed to rest in peace, and long-festering wounds are able to heal… but they are not without cost. Together, Spencer and Rissa face their fears head-on in the hope that their actions will stop their families’ pasts from destroying their future.
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My Review:

The Artist’s Love by S.H. Pratt is the second half of the epic romance, The Artist’s Touch. The Artist’s Love is a fantastic romance filled with sizzling love scenes, family secrets, and a bit of murder mystery. The family secrets that had me glued to the first book are finally revealed in this book, but the mystery and excitement doesn’t end there. I loved how Pratt added murder mystery to the romance; it made it impossible for me to put the book down because there was so much going on, and I just had to know what would happen next. Pratt doesn’t skimp on the sexy loves scenes either. Peppered throughout the novel are smoking hot scenes that had me fanning myself. Rissa deals with some horrifying situations in this novel, and I love that Spencer  is so caring and helpful. He’s a swoon-worthy character! Rissa goes through some changes in the book because of things she deals with, but she remains a considerate, loving, and strong female throughout. If you love hot love scenes, family secrets, and a dash of psychopath, then look no further than The Artist’s Love. (The two books must be read in order, so go grab The Artist’s Touch if you haven’t already.) I highly recommend reading this book!

 

 

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The Artist’s Love is the sequel to The Artist’s Touch.

 

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You can purchase The Artist’s Touch here:

Amazon: The Artist’s Touch

 

About the Author:

SH Pratt

I’m a native Montanan and the youngest of seven children. I’m the mom of three profoundly gifted children who take my lack of sanity as a challenge to make me sane. Currently, we live in Olympia, Washington.
I began writing in high school, completing my first novel on a Commodore 64, saved on, I can’t tell you how many floppy disks. I have no idea where that novel is and if I did, I’d have no way to retrieve it. I stopped writing to pursue my education but quickly realized I had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up… oddly, I still don’t know. So I decided to find a “real job”. Over the course of the next twenty years, I was everything from a barista, to a restaurant manager, to a purchasing agent and an administrative assistant to the owner of a fire truck construction company and everything in between.
I didn’t get serious about writing until a couple of years ago. By the time I worked up the nerve to attempt self-publishing, I’d amassed a stack of rejection letters and seven complete manuscripts. I became a writer because it was either that or go mad from the people in my head that seemed to get louder as I got older. The first three books that I wrote after ‘growing up’ a bit were published in paperback only and only to those who special ordered it. It will never be printed or released again due to the nature of my mental state when I wrote it. I was in a very bad place, emotionally, and those three books were my therapeutic catharsis. The first book I wrote and subsequently published was Always My Love and it was more of a homecoming, the characters involved, a withdrawn and wary writer (see what I did there LOL) goes back to her version of “home” which is her best friend/cousin. I wrote the cousin based on my own best friend/cousin and from there I wrote of new beginnings with the cousin’s friend who gives the author a reason to see “home” differently. It was another way to heal after everything at home melted.

I prefer to write contemporary romance with a heavy emphasis on psychology and the emotions of my characters. I feel that if my reader can feel what the character feels and can identify with it, I’ve done my job. After Always My Love, the books that I’ve written have been a different sort of therapy. Working on my issues with spousal abuse, cheating, date rape, PTSD and a myriad of other hot button issues that I’ve seen first-hand in my life via my siblings and other experiences. I love to do the research involved with deep psychological issues and creating the character that everyone loves to hate. The book I love the most is Shy of Tomorrow. It just touches a place in my heart where books live as it’s about a librarian who finds more than she bargains for in the aisles of the library. One other thing that I simply love to write about is multiples. So far, five of my eleven books have either twins or triplets, with six more WIPs actively being worked on with twins or triplets. As for a muse… well, ideas come from all sorts of odd places… music, places I drive by, my dreams, people in general. Life inspires me.

Author Links:

Facebook Author Page (likes): https://www.facebook.com/shpratt701
Facebook Author Page (personal): https://www.facebook.com/sh.pratt.39
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Review of Within This Frame by Lindy Zart

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*Disclaimer: I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.

 

Genre: Contemporary romance

 

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Excerpt:

His eyes went smoky, his expression and stance set for wooing.

“Stop it. I’m immune.”

“Since when? That kiss we shared a few days ago says otherwise.”

Maggie blinked, warmth flooding her veins at the reminder. “I was acting. I’m an exceptional actress.”

“Mmm. Is that so?” Lance rubbed a thumb over his mouth, and her eyes were drawn to the motion. She wasn’t able to look away until he dropped his hand. “Even you can’t act that well.”

Briefly pausing behind the couch, she pointed the remote control at the television and pressed the ‘on’ button. “Let’s see what form of debauchery Lance Denton gets his pleasure from when he’s alone.”

He caught her around the waist, the force of his movement and his weight toppling them forward and over the back of the couch. It was too late—the sound of young, familiar voices filled the air. Face down on the couch cushion and legs in the air, and with Lance beside her, she lifted her head to look at the television screen.

The air stopped inside her lungs. Maggie watched for a moment, not able to talk. It was them during an episode of ‘Easier Said’, crazily in love with one another. Struck hard with emotion, she swallowed, striving for nonchalance when her insides were screaming with yearning. Maggie placed her chin on her fist and continued to observe the younger versions of Lance and Maggie. Lance was quiet beside her, and that was just as well. She didn’t know what to say to him right then.

“This would make a great yoga pose,” she said after a time, her neck and back stretched to the point that they were sore.

When Lance didn’t respond, she finally turned her head to look at him. He wasn’t watching the television—he was watching her. The look on his face was open and raw, like a wound always kept hidden, until one day, it could no longer remain so.

Swallowing hard, she looked down. “You watch these a lot?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“They make me happy.”

Maggie looked up in time to catch his sardonic smile as he added, “And nostalgic, and maudlin.”

Unveiled as they were, she couldn’t take the look in his eyes any longer, and needing somewhere else to focus, Maggie chose his lips. It was a bad idea—perfectly chiseled, hard when they should be, soft when necessary, a shade of mauve that couldn’t be replicated—she wanted them on hers.

As though reading her mind, and knowing what she desired, Lance dropped his attention to her mouth. When he looked up, his eyes were midnightblue with lust. “I think, if I’m going to remain uninvolved with my clients, I must forbid you to look at me like that.”

 

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My Review:

Within This Frame by Lindy Zart is a fantastic story. Zart seamlessly weaves Lance and Maggie’s past and present relationship into the story. As teenagers, Lance and Maggie fell deeply in love, but their personal demons destroyed their relationship. Years later, they throw themselves together again as Maggie works diligently to become healthy and fit. I loved how both their past and their present relationships were shown simultaneously, so I was able to see what had occurred in their past and how they were learning to deal with those issues in the present. Lance is cocky but a genuinely sweet guy, which made him a lovable character. Maggie has struggled all her life with her looks, which made her a character that not only did I relate to but I think most women will be able to relate to as well. There is a lot of fun banter between Maggie and Lance that had me chuckling, and the book is packed full of steamy tension. Within This Frame is a wonderfully written story that touches on a subject a lot of people can relate to, yet is still humorous and full of romance. As with all of Lindy Zart’s books, I highly recommend reading it!

 

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About the author:

Lindy

Lindy Zart is the USA Today bestselling author of Roomies. She has been writing since she was a child. Luckily for readers, her writing has improved since then. She lives in Wisconsin with her family. Lindy loves hearing from people who enjoy her work. She also has a completely healthy obsession with the following: coffee, wine, bloody marys, peanut butter, and pizza.

 

You can connect with Lindy at:

 

Google.com/+LindyZart

Twitter.com/LindyZart

Facebook.com/LindyZart

Lindyzart.com

Lindyzart@gmail.com

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