Monday, December 12, 2016

Not the Same Season & Holiday Cure for the Cursed, The New York Novellas by Lindsey Gray - Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway

Is there anything better than New York during the holidays? Explore the city and the country in two holiday romance novellas from Lindsey Gray.

The New York Novellas
Lindsey Gray
Publication Date: December 1, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Holiday, Novella

Two broken hearts embarked on a holiday season in a way they never had before. Divorced.Mitch had been badly burned by love, but was willing to take a chance . . . with the right woman.

Hannah had lived everyday with the grief love had brought her and followed her everywhere.

Can two hearts find love and heal each other during the most difficult season of the year?

Mitch raced down the stairs after Hannah, both fully dressed at that point. He caught her around the waist as she made it to the first floor. They laughed in each other’s arms as he peppered kisses all over her face and neck.

A knock at the front door interrupted their moment of bliss. Mitch pulled her along, his arm securely around her waist. She couldn’t contain her giddiness as he opened the door until she caught a glimpse of the shocked face on the other side.

“Trina?” Mitch let out a high-pitched squeal. He coughed to clear the imaginary squeak box from his throat. “What are you doing here?”

Hannah took it as her moment to pay Mitch back for his performance with Jack the night before and wrapped both her arms around his waist.

“I...” Trina sputtered. “The painting. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t forget to have it delivered.”

“It was wrapped and picked up yesterday. It is supposed to be at your place by three this afternoon.” He pulled Hannah in front of him, his arms wrapped just under her breast, his chin resting on her shoulder. “Oh, you know Hannah, right?”

“Yes.” Trina looked her over to notice the wet hair pulled up in a tight bun and her wrinkled dress. It was more than obvious that she had spent the night. “I didn’t know you knew each other and aren’t you married?” she said with such disgust.

“Ken introduced us after Jack and I filed for divorce. We just spent last night celebrating.” Hannah turned her head just enough to kiss his cheek.

“And this morning.” He kissed her neck not feeling a bit sorry about shoving it in Trina’s face.

A sharp, loud honk brought them out of their reverie.

“My cab,” Hannah pouted. She really didn’t want to say goodbye in front of Trina, but she knew she had to catch her train on time. She grabbed her purse and coat from the chair next to the door. Mitch helped her slip the coat on before taking her in his arms.

“Text me when you get home?”  He tightened his arms around her and gave her a soft, sensual kiss.

“I will.” She reluctantly made her way down the front steps and into the cab, back to her life without Mitch in it.

“What the fuck was that?” Trina literally spat as she huffed and stamped her foot.

Mitch was taken aback at his ex-wife’s anger. “My girlfriend. Why the hell do you care? I don’t tell you who you can and can’t fuck.”

“But it’s Hannah Stone.”

Mitch shook his head and raised his brow. “So?”

“I replaced her at Schmidt and Klein.” She looked at him like he had done something incredibly crazy.

“And?” He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“That’s not strange that your girlfriend used to be my boss?”

He shook his head with a short snort. “No. I didn’t know she was your boss until after we got together.” If he counted their dinner as when they got together, it was the truth.

“Aren’t you stepping backward? I thought you were supposed to go for someone younger and hotter than your ex. She’s two years older than I am!”

Mitch was more than a little confused at her anger but entertained all the same. “So what? She’s thirty-one. I could care less. She’s definitely hotter and much better in bed.”

She gasped in utter shock and held her hand to her chest.

“And in the shower.” He wiggled his eyebrows to irritate her even further.

“Mitch! This is so wrong on so many levels.” She crossed her arms tightly under her breasts.

“I could give a shit how this looks for you. Neither she nor I call this city home anymore. We don’t give a fuck what you or anyone else thinks. After today, I’m sure you can see she’s here to stay.” His chest huffed at the exertion from his rant.

“Well, maybe she’ll get a few more million out of your bank account.”

“Of course.” It dawned on him. “You’re worried that you’re not going to get your money.”

“Well...” She primped her hair. “That woman is capable of many things. It wouldn’t surprise me.”

“Get out!” He pointed to the door.

“Fine!” She turned on her heel and opened the door then closed it behind her with all the strength her tiny body could muster.

“Ding dong. The witch is gone!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, the echo reverberating throughout the entire brownstone.

Daniel Digby is cursed by his good looks. After years of sexual harassment, he’s convinced wearing a wedding ring is the answer to fending off unwanted attention.

CiCi Newport is cursed by her family’s money. When men look her way, all they see are dollar signs. After two years, her “no dating” rule is still in place.

After a chance meeting, they’re entwined for the holidays. What starts as attraction might just be the holiday cure they’re looking for.

CiCi sat impatiently waiting in her favorite chair at Villanova Coffee. She was early, but she couldn’t help herself. The last two days had been both wonderful and awful. Wonderful because she could text and talk with the man she felt safe calling her boyfriend. Awful because she was dreading telling him the truth.

She sipped from her favorite drink, and then turned her head when she heard the door open.

“You’re early,” Daniel sighed in relief before he walked over to her, ridding himself of his gloves and coat as he went.

“I told you I couldn’t wait.”

He dumped his things in the chair across from hers before grabbing her hands and pulling her into his arms. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she laughed, but before she could take another breath, his lips were on hers.

They pulled apart when they heard a not-so-subtle clearing throat.

“Sorry,” Daniel said when he turned to the person to apologize for their public display. He paled at the sight of the woman standing before them. “Simone. What a surprise.”

“Yes, I saw you duck in here and thought we might have some coffee before work. I see I interrupted your date with the Missus.” Simone fixed a broad smile on her face before she offered her hand to CiCi. “I must have missed you the other night at the club. I’m Simone Westcott. I work with Daniel.”

CiCi shook her hand in somewhat of a haze of confusion. Missus? “Yes, well . . . We kind of rushed out of there. Sorry about that.”

Daniel had to think fast before everything imploded. “We were having a coffee before I head into the office.”

“Why don’t you bring Mrs. Digby into the office and show her around.” Simone turned her attention to CiCi. “You look so familiar. Have we met before?”

“I don’t think so.” CiCi faced Daniel with confusion. “Am I missing something?”

Daniel took her hand and brought it to his lips. “I know we haven’t announced it, but I couldn’t keep it from the people at work. I wore my ring the first day, and they all noticed. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Please forgive me.”

CiCi could see his plea in his eyes. Please go along with this, and I swear I will explain it all later.

“Oh, my,” Simone said in shock. “You’re CiCi Newport.”

“Guilty.” CiCi gave Simone a weak smile while she slipped her arm around Daniel’s waist in a show of support.

Daniel stiffened in her arms, and CiCi knew he’d realized she was Winston Newport’s billionaire daughter.

“Well, I guess it would be Digby now.” Simone let out a dry laugh.

“She hasn’t officially changed it.” Daniel squeezed nervously at CiCi’s hip below his hand.

“Now that the cat’s out of the bag, so to speak, why don’t we all share a cab to the office and you can show your lovely bride around?” Simone raised her brow as if to challenge Daniel.

Lindsey Gray typed her first complete novel at the age of twelve and dreamed of making her writing into a career. When her eighth grade class wrote a twenty year reunion story, casting her as a mystery novelist, she wasn’t sure she could make it a reality. After years of writing off and on, she decided to make a go of it. In December of 2010 she finally made her dream come true with her first published novel, Lies Inside. Five years and thousands of written words later, Lindsey is releasing her seventh published work, Nerdy Girl Nation.

When Lindsey takes a break from writing, she spends time with her husband of thirteen years and their two children, reading all kinds of romance novels, and hosting her own weekly radio show, Gray Matters, on TMV Cafe Internet Radio.

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