Today we have the anniversary blog tour for Zeia Jameson and her contemporary romance, THROWBACK! Check it out and be sure to pick up your copy today!
Genre: Contemporary Romance
: : About Throwback : :
First comes love, then comes marriage.
Then comes...disaster.
In Livy's mind, prince charmings, happily ever afters and true love only exist in her world of books. Jeremy believes otherwise, and he's determined to prove he can be all of that for Livy.
All it takes is a little hope to embark on forever... until the unexpected turns their solid foundation into suffocating quicksand. And just like that, everything begins to crumble.
Spiraling out of control, Jeremy and Livy grow further apart with every day that passes.
But a glimpse of what once was reminds them that the fate of their future lies solely in their hands.
When life-altering love becomes earth-shattering heartache, only the past can mend it. If it isn't too late.
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: : About Zeia Jameson : :
Zeia Jameson's passion for writing compels her to get into the zone and type until her fingers go numb. When not submerged within her own stories, she enjoys curling up in her large reading chair, snuggling underneath a blanket, and feeding her addictions of coffee and reading. She is fond of humor and laughter and believes these are elements that keep the world sane and spinning. Zeia lives in Georgia with her husband and daughter, where they spend most of their time exploring recipes, bingeing on Netflix, and traveling as much as possible.: : Connect with Zeia : :
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: : Excerpt : :
JEREMY
She’s fucking with me again and trying to make me squirm. She’s
using confrontation as an intimidation mechanism, and I feel like she’s testing
me to see if I’ll forcibly deny that I was checking her out or own up to my
automatic masculine tendencies.
I feel like if I’m going to have any chance of getting her
number—hell, even her name at this point—I should choose option B.
I look her square in the face and give her a good, confident
smile. “Actually, I did.”
Looking at her eyes, I notice the sinister quality is fleeing and
being replaced with slight surprise and a hint of satisfaction. “Hmm. A guy who
admits he was checking out the goods. I like that.”
“Well, I didn’t figure you’d be wearing those jeans if you didn’t
want people taking a peek.” I decide to go for a little teasing of my own. “And
as long as I’m being honest, you know what else I checked out?”
She looks at me just like I thought she would. Like she knows I’m
going to say her boobs. Or rack. Or tits. Or whatever other off-color term you
could use to describe breasts. The smile leaves her face, and she gives me a
look of disappointment. I admire that even though she is let down, she still
locks eyes with me, awaiting my response. It makes me wonder if she’s had this
exact same conversation countless times before. She gave me a little honesty,
and she thinks I’m about to take advantage of that vulnerability.
How the fuck can I tell all of this about her just by looking at
her face?
She leans into the bar and gets closer to my face. At the V of her
shirt, the fabric loses connection with her skin, and if I were looking in that
direction, I’d probably be able to get a great view of what was hidden underneath.
But my eyes do not leave hers. “Yeah, what’s that, stud?” she says in a
monotone but enunciates the d in the word stud, nearly making it
its own syllable. She’s indicating that I need to choose my next words wisely.
I wait before I answer and stare at her for a few seconds. She
looks so sad, like she wanted me to be different. There was a small glimmer of
hope in her face before, and now it’s been extinguished.
I want to reignite it.
Here goes nothing.
“Your eyes,” I finally say. And, as I assumed, that takes her by
surprise. But her reaction is hardly noticeable. I only see the minor
adjustment of her face. Her eyes widen ever so slightly, and there is just the
tiniest bit of a grin on the left side of her lips. But the best part is that I
see the hope again.
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