In honor of Justine Dell’s upcoming release, Until Next Time on August 27th, Omnific Publishing is celebrating by sharing Justine’s other books this month!
Title: All-American Girl
Author: Justine Dell
Publisher: Omnific Publishing
Release date: February 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Group: Adult
Event organized by: AToMR Tours
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/All-American-Girl-ebook/dp/B00BKQD53M/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1375147309&sr=1-1
Barnes and Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/all-american-girl-justine-dell/1114690798?ean=9781623420109
Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJonFiuMNRo
At the age of thirty, with two failed marriages and a tanking writing career, Samantha Moore deals with the world with the only tool she had left: anger. And she’s tired of it. When her grandmother's near-death sends her rushing back home to Vermont, she hopes for the chance to overcome the rage ruling her life.
Once she’s home, Lance Cummings becomes a constant source of indigestion. Lance is a single father who learned first-hand the devastating effects of a damaging relationship. He sees through Samantha’s nasty temper—straight to her cry for help. He wants to help her, but he also wants to know why Samantha ran from him—and their future—twelve years before.
Taking care of her Grams, dealing with an alcoholic brother, and getting Lance to remove his annoyingly attractive nose from her business is draining on Samantha. And she’s only got three weeks to finish her stagnated novel or her publisher will drop her. No pressure. To top it off, pretending to hate the man she actually loves makes each day in Vermont harder than the last. Especially when Lance turns up the heat.
About the Author
Justine lives in the Midwest, happily catering to her family, which consists of a horse-obsessed teenage daughter, four dogs, and a husband who is to good to be true. She’s never moved from her hometown, but hopes to grow old in a much warmer climate. During the day she works a normal job with college students who try their best to keep her young. They’ve done a good job thus far. At night, said teenage daughter and her horse require mounds of love and attention. The weekends belong solely to her and her writing. That’s when she morphs into a sticky bug, unable to leave the confines of her computer chair.
She started writing three years ago after seeing a movie that set off a chain reaction she couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted. It’s not a hobby for her; it’s an obsession. One she loves and one she loves to share. Her debut novel, RECAPTURED DREAMS, and her second book, ALL AMERICAN GIRl, are available now on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and wherever books are sold.
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Twitter: https://twitter.com/JustineDella Rafflecopter giveaway The author is hosting her own Book Birthday Giveaway on her website:
Samantha lurched up, oblivious to the spikes of pain through her head. She watched in horror as he strode out of her bathroom in nothing but well-fitting blue jeans. He rubbed a towel over his head and the morning sun made the traces of water on his chest glisten. Samantha peeled back the blanket she was clinging to. She was wearing nothing but a thin cotton nightgown.
Oh my God. What on earth had she done?
He stopped next to the bed, his irreverent eyes showing a hint of amusement at her gaping. “Morning, sunshine. Can you please answer your phone?” He tossed the Blackberry next.
She couldn’t pick it up even if she wanted; her body was rigid and her stomach churned.
Oh, hell—she really didn’t want to vomit. She doubted she could make it the bathroom.
Closing her eyes, she collected every thought from the night before, and came up with nothing that involved Lance. “What are you doing here?”
The bed dipped as he sat. She flinched and pulled the covers tightly around her body.
“What do you think?”
Humiliation stole her words. Running from him and hiding in the closet wasn’t an option, either. “Please tell me I didn’t do something I’ll regret.”
His brows furrowed. “So spending the night with me is something you’d automatically regret?”
She had regretted it before, she’d regret it again. “Yes.”